Little Red Stories
"I first bought my daughter her little red wagon when she was one year old. Now she is almost 34 and we still have the wagon but it does need a lot of fixing up with new parts. I used it the first couple of years taking her on trips or testing. We were saving it for when she had a child and now she has a one year old son."
"My story is about a five year old boy named Jaxon that recently was dignosed with a PNET Brain Tumor. Jaxon has to stay at the Childrens Hospital during the week for chemo and radiation, he gets to come home on the weekends. Jaxon needs his own wagon to travel back and forth to treatments, the red wagon would help ease his fears and anxiety of the hospital and treatments. The Childrens Hospital does not have enough wagons for all of the cancer patients. Jaxon lives with his parents and little sister in Northwest Georgia. So, if I won a prize with this give-away I would pay it forward and give it to this special little boy. "
"Many of us "baby boomers" think of a Radio Flyer wagon as a toy, but as a 7 year old, born in 1952, I remember my Grandmother's Radio Flyer wagon as a means of earning income for her family, and supplying a service in her community. See, my Grandparents came to America via Ellis Island from Lebanon in the early 1920's and settled in Greenville South Carolina. My Grandparents were self-employed owning a small community grocery store. Back in "those days" vending machines were a rarity in the neighboring manufacturing plants. During the summers that I would spend with my Grandmother, I vividly remember her loading her Radio Flyer wagon with sodas, crackers, cakes, gum, etc., and twice a day visit these plants selling her wares to the local workers. My biggest joy was being the "driver" of her wagon, pulling the wagon behind me as we visited each business. I also remember that my Grandmothers bookkeeping was on the back of a piece of cardboard, where the workers would write their name, and the amount of their purchase, then on Friday after getting paid, they would settle their bill for the week. I took great joy in receiving my first Radio Flyer wagon, though it was "slightly used" from my Grandmothers traveling vending business, it was new to me and a joy to make believe that I had my own business, albeit just like Grandam's, with Red Flyer wagon and all!"
"Hi, Christmas 1951, I received a red Radio Flyer wagon from my Uncle Dave Wilkinson. I was eleven years old then. That was the year my father died. I kept it for over thirty years. It moved from Philadelphia to Cody, Wyoming and then to Florida. When I saw one for sale in a store I had to purchase it for our grandson, Austin.When Dad died in 1951, Mom sold the car. I used the wagon to transport the groceries home from the A&P store which was over a mile away. I also used the wagon to earn money by taking groceries home from the store for ladies that hired boys with wagons; as most people did not have cars. We had a Victory Garden on a vacant lot back then. I used the wagon to haul pails of water to the garden. I had a Germantown Courier newspaper route and later a Philadelphia Inquirer newspaper route. I remember using the wagon for delivering the Sunday papers. Once when I rebuilt the engine of my 1941 Ford, I used the wagon to transport the V 8 motor to our basement, where I put new pistons, rings, bearings a 3/4 race cam and aluminum heads on the motor. I used a tripod and chain hoist to remove and install the motor which weighed over 400 lbs. That was a tough wagon! When we moved to Cody, Wyoming the wagon went with us. We used it in gardening as we grew a lot of our vegetables. When we moved to Florida and Austin's mother, Faith, was his age, the older children used to pull her around in the wagon. Finally after years of service in Florida's humid wet climate I had to retire it."