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I may not recall what I had for dinner the other day, but I do remember how much I loved this puppet. Taken in the mid 60's when I lived in Renfrew, I happily posed with my cool clown pal while stylin' in my funky brown jacket (with little fringes on it.)

That puppet was amongst many toys that did not make their way with me when we left the quaint town in the Ottawa Valley and started a new life in Peterborough and eventually St Catharines. Others included my wicked toy ringer washing machine and Piggy the Chef (who you've seen here on Scribbles countless times.)

But considering what my mother's goal was when we left Renfrew, I can't blame her for not having room for my toys ...even though some of them would be worth a pretty penny today.