Little Red Stories
We lived in a suburb of Milwaukee back in the 1960's. No sidewalks and not the smoothest streets to walk on. My sisters and I would often play with other children who lived down the street and one time I remember, my youngest sister fell and hurt herself while playing. I went home as quickly as I could and brought back our Radio Flyer wagon, rolled it from our house to where my sister was sitting on the grass in pain and gently loaded her into it. While not the smoothest ride, our prized wagon was the perfect "vehicle" to transport her back down the street to our house where she could get comfort and care.
Being raised poor; i cant remember much about the wagon my family had. But i remember bits & pieces of using a red flyer wagon. I remember us neighborhood kids using a wagon to haul bottles around; that we were collecting for the deposit money. We wanted to buy candy & sodas with the money we got. Then there were times we just road in a wagon. We had to take turns pulling each other. There were some steep hills to climb. But it was worth the wait for my turn. Seems as i got older; on emc situations i used a wagon to pull my clothes to the laundry matt, when i had no ride. I used a wagon when i could find one to haul my plants around to do gardening. Last, is the most value meaning in a vision i had once. I saw a wagon coming down through the mid air. The meaning of wagon is "Knowledge". Since then i have received much knowledge. I have even used a wagon to pull books! Every kid should have a wagon in their life time. Should i win; i would like them to be split up between every county hospital in the state of Fl., starting with my county. If not... I choose the Salvation Army.
LIVING IN A CONDO OF 120 UNITS I VOLUNTEER TO "WALK" DOGS BUT I DO IT BY PUTTING THEM IN AN RED FLYER WAGON; TAKE THEM ONE AT A TIME OUT OF THE WAGON TO WALK ABOUT--CAUSES QUITE A STIR!
When I was a single parent with 1 chId, I bought a radio flyer wagon for my daughter ‘s birthday. I didn’t have a car so I walked everywhere pulling my daughter in her wagon, Then a few years later I had another child and I pulled my 2 children in the wagon everywhere. I used my wagon for everything. By 1989, my sister had one child and I had my 3rd child, we used my wagon for everything from walking to the grocery store with my children, to going to the laundromat with the wagon piled high with clothes. My wagon was my automobile without a motor in the late 80’s to late 90’s. We wore out 3 of these wagons in the time we had them before I could afford to buy a vehicle. My father had bought a weapon to use to pull the kids, walk to the grocery store to buy food for my mother and hisself for so many, many years and I believe he went through 3 or 4 of them. I just wish I could afford a couple of these because my husband and ou have 20 grandchildren together (ours,his,and mine). Thank you Radio Flyer are great and long lasting.
I used a radio flyer wagon to help 8-10 year old boys and their parents load their stuff into a cub scout resident camp. The parking lot is far away from the camp sites and cars aren't allowed to drive through camp. It allowed cub scouts to get their stuff to camp easily. And especially helps special needs campers!
A little red wagon is childhood. Push me, pull me. OOPS Over it went. Carry my toy doll, carry my truck, carry my weeds, carry my flowers. It is my greatest outdoor toy. WEEEEEEEEEE down the hill I fly.
When I was a kid we lived next door to a family that had a daughter my age with Down Syndrome.She would always be pulling her Red Radio Flyer while we were riding our bikes .She always wanted to stay up with us , but we could ride faster than she could pull her wagon. Her mother said she was having a hard time learning to ride a bike. Knowing how bad she wanted to be with us I went to our garage found a rope tied it to my bike and she never had to try to stay up with us ,she was right there with us and love going all over the little town we lived in .
My son Joshua was born preemie he was 1 lb 11ozes 12inches .He had to travel to Rilys children hospital alot in Indianapolis.They had a redflyer wagon that you could use to pull kids back and forth to there diffrent appointment s in the hospital .plus to take your stuff to there room or to a restaurant in the hospital .sences he was little i would pull him around the halls he loved that alot .I got him a redflyer trike when he was 5 but got stolen but hed ride up and down are side wAlks .
I'm one of three children my older sister was born with CP and Ms. I grew up in the seventies with my sister in a wheelchair all her life still in it when we were children we would put her in are little red Radio Flyer wagon and walk around for hours. I'll never forget the joy in her face as we drug her everywhere we went in a wagon. As a child it was awful hard to push a wheelchair in some of the places that we went and we could get that little wagon everywhere. My sister was able to fish for the first time in her life cuz we could put it in the wagon get her to the lake. My brother and I took her everywhere in that wagon you see she looked as normal as us without the wheelchair. No I'm not ashamed of my sister never have been never will be but other kids could be so mean. That little red metal wagon meant a lot to us. I'm sure it's somewhere in my mother shed. Oh we we're not rich but we sure felt like it. That wagon was a big part of our childhood. Thank you for allowing me the opportunity to tell you my story. My sister is 57 years old now and is lived way past what she was expected to thank goodness. For the love of Mildred is pure and innocent.
My cousin Brenda had polio when she was 3 years old . Dad had bought us 8 kids a radioflyer red wagon we were alwas fighting to see just who got to ride and who had to pull. When Brenda come home from the hospital we didnt argue anymore who would ride we argued who would get the honor of pulling her around the block.It was a pleasure to see her happy face .all the neighbors would come out and talk to us, give us cookies and kool-aid and one lady made her a cushion to put behind her back and one to lay her braces on her legs upon.In my mind i see how that red wagon and Brenda made a neighborhood more friendly with one another.we gave Brenda our much loved radioflyer wagon.
When I think about Radio Flyer, I automatically think of my maternal grandparents, whom my three sisters and I called Gammy and Granddaddy. While my parents always had fun things at their own house, when we went to Gammy and Granddaddy's house (which was right next door and basically an extension of our own home), they always had the BEST toys, including a Radio Flyer wagon! We would take it up, down, right, left, and ALL over my grandparents' property! We LOVED it! I think Granddaddy may have even used it after we finished another favorite with them--FISHING in their pond! I think he used that to throw the slimy fish guts into after he cleaned our days' treasures, to get them ready for Gammy to cook up for us girls! <3 They were irreplaceable grandparents, and I'm glad I can think of THEM when I think of Radio Flyer!!!
I remember when I was 13 years old and my mother became very ill. She had a little girl (3) and a boy (1 1/2) to take care of. I would take my brother and sister for walks up and down, up and down, etc... (you get the idea) on Willowbrook Road in our Radio Flyer wagon. This made them sooooo happy. I would keep them both busy for literally hours. This gave my mom a break so she could rest and heal. The Radio Flyer allowed me to entertain both kids at the same time. They got fresh air, sun and the bonding we did has made us close to this day. My brother had a son, Jesse, in 2016 and they have another one on the way. When Baby Jesse had his 1st Birthday I bought him a Radio Flyer Battery Powered Moto Racer. Now my brother spends quality time bonding with his son. The tradition continues. Thank you Radio Flyer for bringing good wholesome family standards to our family.
It's hard to remember a time in my life when I haven't had a Radio Flyer wagon, beginning fifty years ago with my brother and I racing down the hill by our house, in the wagon he received from Santa. I remember my best friend and I delivering cookies, thirty years later my own daughter delivering cookies, all in a Radio Flyer red wagon. One of my favorite and most bittersweet memories is of my children placing their handicapped cousin and their dog in his red wagon and taking him for a ride around the neighborhood. My nephew became handicapped at the age of two after a horrible accident, as a result of his accident he is unable to see or walk. He was in the hospital for 5 months, we visited him almost daily, my children ate their meals at the hospital cafeteria and did their homework in the hospital play room. My own children were 5 and 9 at the time. Seeing the gentleness they displayed towards their cousin and wanting to include him in their play time was truly a heart touching moment that I will never forget.