A Member of Dat Leetle German Band

No buyers remorse here.

I bought these cuties at the flea market. Sounds simple, right? Let's back up. One Sunday, I went with my Dad to the flea market and we were slightly (extremely) discouraged by the lack of vendors. It was a day filled with threats of rain, but the weather forecasts were definitely wrong. I spied a trike with these giant wheels that were rubber, a sliding seat to conform to the riders leg length, and a red metal frame that was simply classic. But, I didn't buy it. I walked by it four times. All the while, hearing Tom's voice say, "Where are you going to store it? Summer is over. We need another toy?" And that is what made me say no.

I regretted it for a week. Kelly (Tom's cousin) was visiting for the weekend and we went the following Sunday to the same flea market. Better weather brings many more vendors. We were pleasantly surprised at the re-birth of the flea market. We found a great lady with boxes of fabric and supplies and some old coat weight quilts. Kelly found a cobra (?) purse that she knew was worth way more than what was asked and an old weaving in white and navy blue. It was beautiful. After dropping our recent purchases at the car, we walked. I found some cars for the boys (not old, but NASCAR cars that I know they would love) and then spotted these gems.

Maybe it was the red frames. Maybe it was the round bellies. Either way, I knew they needed to be mine. BUT, I walked away. Away, but toward the seller with that trike. I just couldn't get it out of my mind. Once I realized it was sold, I went back to my portly men and offered $8 for the pair.

Accepted.

Satisfied.

Now, where to hang them?

p.s. I wish I knew more about them. I tried to look them up, with no luck. If you know a good resource or know anything about them or the illustrator - please let me know. I believe the name is Bernard Hall.