|My new addiction
||[May. 23rd, 2006|10:34 pm]
한국 사람이 아니다
|[||Tags|||||history, me, toys||]|
Lately I've become fascinated with Remco Dolls. Specifically, Heidi Pocketbook's Japanese Pal Jan.
Jan is as old as I am, born in 1965. There's not a lot online about her, but evidently she is one of the first
Oriental Asian dolls mass-marketed in the States. She was Japanese...but her name is "Jan." My guess? JApaN. Get it?
She's wicked cute, though. I had to get her when I saw her on eBay a few days ago; a sort of early birthday present to myself.
Thing is, she's far from my first Remco doll from the 60's. In high school, I begged, borrowed and annoyed the hell out of my parents so that I could buy Remco's SELTAEB Ringo Starr doll I found in a used record shop. About 10 years later, I found Remco's LBJ doll the the gone-but-never-forgotten Marina Flea Market in San Francisco. That find prompted a several year long quest which finally ended three years ago, when I found Lyndon's pal Senator Barry Goldwater in a flea market in Brooklyn. This unlikely threesome is posing in my front room even as I type.
Soon to be joined by Jan, who fascinates me on a few levels: her landmark status, her age, her "brothers"...and the sort of "old-world" sophistication that all these East Coast toys (Harrison, NJ) have that appeals to this California native.