Christmas Morning: 1953

My sister had curly hair which mother worked into finger curl. She failed miserably with my stick-straight hair. To play with Pluto you depressed the bottom full center and Pluto bowed. Push left or right and he leaned that way. The pointing finger is my brother who would snitch and hide Pluto. I've seen remakes of this toy concept but not a Pluto of that era. My father put the lights and tinsel on the tree, but as sparse as it is this year, we kids must have been the decorators. We enjoyed Christmas cards and mother pinned them on the curtain for decoration. View full size.