Little Red Stories
"I grew up on a farm and was accustomed to playing outside with my three brothers. We all love trains, and my childhood industriousness led to a unique experience in which a Radio Flyer wagon played the role of a railroad car. We took an old wooden playhouse and restyled it as a depot. Then I took metal fence posts and nailed them to boards at such a width that they would serve as rails on which the wagon would roll. We had tons of fun riding the wagon down the makeshift track between the depot and the other stop 25 feet down the line. The playhouse and tracks have since been retired, but I still remember vividly the Niola and Garnettville RR and its trusty Radio Flyer locomotive."
"I always wanted a wagon with sideboards. One Christmas my two teenage children said, "Don't go in the kitchen! Your present is in there with its tongue hanging out!!" I said, "If I have to feed it, get rid of it." "Ah mother you're going to love it," my kids said. I said, "It better not mess up the kitchen!" They were so right! When my grandchildren came along it was used as a rolling cradle. So handy, can go anywhere mom is. We have purchased 3 for great grandchildren to be cradled in and loved."
"We live in Glen Haven, Colorado where the September floods destroyed a huge part of our little town. Yesterday I was walking the dogs and found the remains of an old Radio Flyer wagon. It's rusted and twisted but still proudly says "Radio Flyer". I got it out of the rubble and brought it home. I am in my 60s and come from a long line of Radio Flyer folks. I still use the one my kids had for gardening. My grandson got one for his first birthday. I am going to use the wagon to hold flower pots in the garden and give it a new life . There is only the box left but at one time there were little kids hauling their puppy around or rocketing down a hill with it. Thanks for letting me remember a wonderful piece of our American heritage. "
"It was Christmas of 1993 and my son was 3 years old. We were living in San Jose, Ca. Papa Wally (my Dad, lived in Chicago, where I grew up) insisted that he was the ONLY one who could buy Charles his red wagon. Well, he shipped it to us and Charles was so excited to have that red wagon. He pulled the 2 cats in it(when they let him), he put his Power Rangers in it, and assorted toys, and back yard picnics, and his cousins. We had that red wagon for years. Even after he set it aside, we used it for his little sister for trips to the park. We had that red wagon to help us in the garden and transport kids to the park and up and down the street. That little wagon lasted a LONG time and was very useful to us. In 2013, we moved across country and finally let the wagon go. I find that I am missing the red wagon and all the chores it helped us with. "