by Sara Etgen-Baker
I frequently watched Mickey Mouse Club and imagined dancing on stage alongside Annette Funicello and growing up to become a beautiful star like her - that was until I saw my first Barbie commercial. From that moment on, Barbie became the girl whom I wanted to emulate. She had it all; a shapely figure, beautiful clothes, independence, AND a Dream House.
“Barbie, beautiful Barbie,” I sang along during the commercial, “…
Someday I’m gonna be exactly like you.”
I became consumed with having my own Barbie and her Dream House, often pleading my case with Mother. “Mom, Barbie’s amazing! She’s beautiful, independent, and even has her own house. May I have her, please?”
“No!” Mother said firmly. “Barbie’s too expensive. ”
“But, Mom…”
“No buts! There’ll be no more discussion.”
Pressing the issue any further with Mother was futile; yet, I couldn’t get Barbie out of my head! My best course of action was saving my allowance to buy Barbie. Barbie was expensive, though. She cost $5, and her Dream House cost an additional $8; a lot of money for a girl who received only a nickel allowance each week. Saving my meager allowance took too long, and I grew impatient. What would Barbie do? I asked myself. She’d raise some money, of course! I set out to raise the $13 I needed to buy Barbie and her dream house.
The only skill I had was ironing clothes. So, I ironed clothes for the neighborhood women, ironing their blouses for a nickel; pants for a dime; and dresses for a quarter. I liked ironing clothes in their living rooms and watching Soaps with them, but the novelty of my entrepreneurial enterprise quickly wore off. Ironing clothes became a painstaking way of earning cash.
One day a neighbor lady handed me a dime, “Love, go buy me a soda. And here are two empty bottles to return. You may keep the 4 cents you get for them.” I scurried down the street, ecstatic in discovering an additional source of income. I scrounged the neighborhood for empty pop bottles and redeemed them for cash, getting 2 cents for each 6.5-ounce soda bottle and 5 cents for each empty quart bottle. Weekdays I earned roughly 50 cents in returned bottles.
Weekends were more fruitful, and I typically netted $1-$2 by collecting and redeeming pop bottles tossed onto the ground at the nearby park. I deposited those coins into my piggy bank along with my ironing money. When I had $13, I purchased Barbie and her Dream House and took them home
Truth be told I didn’t enjoy playing with Barbie and her Dream House as much as I’d imagined. I actually got more pleasure from ironing clothes; collecting and redeeming pop bottles and saving money. Still, Barbie influenced me. She was my 12-inch life coach who unwittingly taught me to embrace my desires; to set a goal based on those desires; to work towards accomplishing that goal, and to relish achieving it.
A teacher’s unexpected whisper, “You’ve got writing talent,” ignited Sara’s writing desire. Sara ignored that whisper and pursued a different career but eventually, she re-discovered her inner writer and began writing. Her manuscripts have been published in anthologies and magazines including Chicken Soup for the Soul, Guideposts, Times They Were A Changing, and Wisdom Has a Voice.
bettymccreary7347 says
I really enjoyed reading this! It brought back a lot of old memories. I had a Barbie and the dreamhouse and Ken of course. I also collected pop bottles to redeem for cash. We found that construction sites usually had a lot of discarded soda bottles. Thanks for sharing!
sara etgen-baker says
thanks, Betty, for sharing your story about earning case. I hadn’t thought of a construction site. Good idea.
Great story! My son wanted a skateboard, but as a single mother of three, I had no extra income, so he did what you did – scouted the neighbourhood for work. Best lesson he ever learned.
Thanks, V.J., for sharing your thoughts. I agree. Having to earn money at an early age is a great life lesson
Hey Sara,
I love your stories and this one is no different.
It is fun to read and so meaningful.
Thank you for a life lesson
Thanks, Ariel, for your kind words. Glad to know that you love my stories. I love writing them and, more importantly, sharing them. There always seems to be life lessons learned in even the smallest moments. Warm wishes!