The arrival of the Sears Wish Book each year was a major deal for our family. Living out on a rural farm, this was our strongest connection to physical goods of the world.
I poured over this 1981 edition for days on end—maybe months—carefully making a birthday and Christmas list.
I was 10 years old, trying my best to include selections both reasonable and outlandish.
I’m sad to hear that Sears is filing for bankruptcy. I’m angry that it’s another result of private equity saddling a company with debt and stripping it of value—lining the pockets of hedge-fund operators.
Alas, I’ll set those feelings aside and remember the joy of wishful thinking, carefully turning each page.
p 452 – If only I got that guitar or violin, I would learn to play… (We eventually got a fiddle, I did not learn.)
p 487 – That snow jet sled would make it so awesome to go down the hill and be able to steer! (Never got it, bet it was top heavy and dumb anyway.)
p 534 – I DID get the Charlie McCarthy ventriloquist doll. We removed the monocle and mom made us matching plaid shirts.
p 549 – I learned printmaking from the Great Greetings Plates.
p 555 – Brushed up on math with the Little Professor.
p 559 – Used the heck out of that Crayola Caddy.
p 562 – Paint & Swirl was a mess, but the Rock Tumblr was fun until the polishing pellets were gone.
p 617 – I could spend hours with that Winnie the Pooh cube puzzle
p 624 – I once was laying my head on the ground playing with a Stomper 4×4, trying to get the perspective of a camera shooting a movie. The battery operated truck’s tires got wound up in my hair and they parents had to use scissors to cut it out.
p 637 – Star Wars! Probably the page I looked at The Most. I wanted that AT-AT soooooo bad.