my little margie

Meet my old friend Margie. She was a gift from my Uncle Max to my family shortly after my older brother was born in 1952. She is made of pressed steel by a British company called MOBO, and as you can see, she is in remarkable condition for a 70 year old toy. Here’s why. Even though she is rideable, she was off limits to me and my brother. Our house had hardwood floors. We had tenants living downstairs. Our parents said Margie would make too much noise that would annoy them so, “no riding Margie, ever.” She sat in the corner of our bedroom. We moved when my brother and I were teens, and Margie was stored in our basement, until now. My son and I recently brought Margie to our new home. Nobody in the house is little enough to ride her but she is proudly on display as an antique in honour of my late brother, mother, and father. The name Margie, by the way, is from a song from the 1920s made popular by Eddie Cantor.