Stickers! 1984

When I was very young, stickers and sticker albums were all the rage. Among the children of my neighborhood, at the very least, I remember a rash of sticker trading and showing off. Stickers: the Webkinz of 1984. (I'm sad that I even know what Webkinz are, but two of my nephews recently had birthdays.)
I might not have been aware of this phenomenon were it not for my older sisters. I was four years old, so my finger probably wasn't directly on the pulse of popular culture. But my sisters and their friends were all about stickers, and therefore so was I.
I was down the Basement o' Wonders recently hunting for wrapping paper when I stumbled upon a box containing all of my old sticker albums. I hadn't seen them in years and years. After looking through four albums (secured in a green Trapper Keeper, naturally) I knew that I would be doing the world a great disservice if I did not share them with the masses. A sampling follows, but you can visit my flickr for much more. I have to warn you, though - your brain may not be able to handle all the awesome.
So here's a page you might expect to find in a four-year-old girl's sticker album, right?

We've got some dancing little girls, Christmas pandas, a rocking horse, shiny balloon, Mommy and baby bunny ... okay, a Pac Man ghost with a cryptic caption...
Here's another:

Lots of Sanrio characters (Hello Kitty, Twin Stars, My Melody), some old-fashioned Valentines ... child-friendly NFL stickers ... you begin to get the sense that there might be some interesting juxtapositions here. And then you turn a few more pages and see this:

Scratch 'n' Sniff teddy with a hearts and flowers - next to Culture Club. Hell yes.
Other favorites:

No, you are!

Judging from the surrounding stickers I'd say this has to be one of the Jackson 5, but I have no idea which.

Dr. Connolly was my childhood dentist. I kind of hated him, actually.

Funny, I don't really remember Sesame Street having a flasher.

Aww. Jaki and Niki are my sisters. This is just to remind you that I was, indeed, four.

There are others that say "Grody" and "Gag me with a spoon."

This one is so fantastically dated. It's a clunky computer! Doing aerobics! With a caption in "computer font" alluding to an Olivia Newton-John song!
Finally, this may be my favorite complete page out of all four albums:

This one is a close second, though:

My favorite thing about it is that the big red heart on the left isn't part of the Mr. T. set. It has a suede finish, and is not puffy. So obviously I just decided this was the best place for it. BECAUSE I LOVED MR. T.
Labels: Basement o' Wonders, childhood
9 Comments:
i'd like to take a weekend camping trip in the basement of wonders. seriously. the stuff you pull out of there is fantastic!
that. is. awesome. i don't even know where all my sticker albums ended up... probably threw them all out when i became a rebellious teenager. ah, stickers.
Heidi says:
Holy crap is that a trip down memory lane or what!? I'm the same, thanks to Laura I was addicted to stickers and I'd always steal 'em from her! Man I was a punky little sister. She had cool scratch and sniff ones that smelled like onions and skunks and roses etc. I swear that one of us had those Mr. T ones too!
Dr. Connolly made ME smile too!
I smiled even bigger when he moved his office and got himself a big ass tv that played ET.
Dr. Connolly helps me smile... shiver. To this day my mother STILL claims I wasn't nice enough to him. Remember how he plastered the walls of the "conference rooms" with photos of him doing dental work for orphans in Guatemala or something like that? God, he had them all SO FOOLED!
My nieces and nephew have been going through a HUGE sticker phase over the last couple of years. I was telling Ro (age 10) about this post last night, and she asked both "what is the Jackson 5?" and "who is Mr. T?"
Kids today. No sense of history or culture...
Camping fees apply at the Basement of Wonders, but feel free to enquire about our rates. I wish all of you who had sticker albums could find them. I'm dying to see what other ones I'd remember. I remember being extremely jealous of some of my sisters' stickers.
I still think Dr. Connolly wasn't as bad as that one dental partner he had for awhile. Maybe I've blocked out his name. But instead of the fakely jovial personality, that guy was just pure thinly veiled sarcasm and condescension, because he must have thought all children were too stupid to pick up on it.
Maud, Ro must at least know who Michael Jackson is, right? I had no idea stickers were cool again. Do they have albums these days?
She at least pretended to know who Michael Jackson was when I gave her the point of reference. Although she might have thought that another shock to my poor aged system would just knock me right out.
The kids do have sticker books, and it's hilarious to me that they put any band stickers we give them right alongside their other stickers. So they'll have an SF Giants sticker, and a bunch of puppy stickers, and then a Carla Bozulich: Evangelista sticker...
YES! I got my password fixed.
I'm back in action!
thanks for the laughs! i esp. loved the heart with the multitude of Mr. Ts!
"I pity the fool that don't love stickas!"
cheers,
b.s.
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