In my family we called those little plastic army men “barricader guys”. Being an army man wasn’t what made a toy a “barricader guy”: being small, plastic, and having the little stand for your feet did. We also had cowboy and Indian “barricader guys.”
You might be wondering why we called them barricader guys. Well, it was because when I and my brothers would play with them, we would throw the other toys (Noah’s ark, Lincoln logs etc.) into haphazard barricades for the barricader guys to defend and attack.
In 1996, when I was 5 years old, my family went on a road trip to California. One night we stayed at a motel with a pool, but the pool was closed for the season. It was a multi-level motel; our room was up on the second story and had a metal balcony overlooking the closed pool. In the morning, while we were preparing to go, I was out on the balcony playing with a knight and a barricader guy. I don’t remember if they were fighting or not, but I do remember that, whatever they were doing, they wanted to do it on the very edge of the balcony over the pool. “I’m trying to be careful” was my motto when I was young. “What if one of them fell?” I thought.
Somehow, the barricader guy slipped and fell off the edge, plunging into the clear water of the pool far below. I remember seeing him suspended there in the translucent water. He was a cowboy, red and shiny. He had a tall hat, a long beard, and held a rifle across his legs.
I went and cried to my parents, and my dad even went and asked the motel owner to open the pool and allow us to retrieve it, but the owner, suspecting a trick, would not open the pool. We headed off down the road with me crying and the barricader guy lying in the water. Poor barricader guy. Poor parents.
Sometimes in the years after I thought of him, as I last had seen him, suspended in the water.
In 2007, when I was 16, my family went on a road trip to Washington D.C. to attend my sister Margaret’s graduation. After she graduated, we went and camped off the coast of Virginia on Assateaugue Island. Assateaugue Island is a beautiful place, and I would recommend it to anyone looking for a place to camp. Aside from the novelty for us Oregonians of a gentle-seeming ocean that softly caresses the beach, and the novelty of a sun that rises out of the ocean, Assateague has the special charm of having roaming wild horses. I remember seeing them meandering through that sandy campground near the great water of the Atlantic ocean.
But what was most memorable for me from Assateague was what I found half buried in the sand. He had a tall hat, a long beard, and held a rifle across his legs. He was a dull, weathered red.
Thu, 11/16/2017 - 05:48
Thu, 11/16/2017 - 16:19
Wow, that was a super awesome
Wow, that was a super awesome memory that was articulated so well! I had fun reading this.
My brother goes to college in D.C.; I'll tell him about Assateague ;)
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Thu, 11/16/2017 - 17:00
In reply to Wow, that was a super awesome by Madalyn Clare
Neat story! I enjoyed it a
Neat story! I enjoyed it a lot.
I'm so glad you posted Barricader Guy!
(Full disclosure to everyone: I've read this before in another place Caleb posted it.)
It's hard for me to describe why this piece resonates with me so much.
It may be my childhood memories of my own toys and my attachment to them, and then memories of the nostalgia I felt when I was older and found them after they had been stored for years.
It may be the vivid descriptions of the hotel, Assateaugue Island, and the Barricader Guy.
Or it may be just the wonder of it all, and the open question left in the reader's heart, "It can't be the same Barricader Guy... can it?"
Or it may be all of the above. :)
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Thu, 12/21/2017 - 21:40
In reply to Hooray!!!! by James
And he was just wondering, for he was a severe critic of his own work, whether that last line couldn't be polished up a bit...
This is wonderful. I love it.
This is wonderful. I love it.
Brother: Your character should drive a motorcycle.
Me: He can't. He's in the wilderness.
Brother: Then make it a four-wheel-drive motorcycle!
I enjoyed this very much. :)
I enjoyed this very much. :) what a neat childhood memory to have. Thanks for sharing!
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