


But all I remember in the days of 1985 and 1986 was how cool they seemed. My cousin arrived for the summer from South Dakota bearing the entire first and second series, with stickers peeled off and loving affixed to the pages of a small notebook. I remember spending literal hours giggling over them, whether poolside or on the living room floor. My cousin whispered to me that schools were banning them from recess yards and confiscating them from student desks.
My parents discussed the matter, and determined the Garbage Pail Kids were too morally depraved for me to own. I was allowed to glance at my cousin's growing collection, but told not to ask for any at the grocery store check out. Eventually, my cousin returned home to Sioux Falls, and my one lifeline to cultural sedition was snuffed out. My only recourse was to recreate them myself, using pen and colored pencil. Many a summer afternoon was spent in the basement, painstakingly drafting knock-offs of knock-offs. I believe I even created them using sticky paper so the images could be peeled off, just as in the original Topps line. It was a decent fix for a jonesing child, but I still craved the real stuff - when the family at the "trashy house" a few doors down tossed a couple Garbage Pail Kids cards into my trick-or-treat pumpkin bag, I had shivers of excitement. I hid them in my bedroom closet to ward off any chance of parental confiscation, and peeked at them throughout the day.
Of course, one can find the entire arsenal of Garbage Pail Kid images online today, through several archive websites. And the new series seems a little more reliant upon vomit and snot imagery than the originals (which always depended heavily on the gross-out for their impact, but also used more sly methods). But ripping open the packs to rifle through the cards is something I've waited over twenty years for. I won't say the wait was worth it, but UMBILICAL COREY and SMELLY SALLY brought a smile to my day nonetheless.
5 comments:
This is hilarious, Jason! A reflection on forbidden fruit. But being denied the Garbage Pail Kids, and longing for them, sparked your creativity. I'd love to see your original series. Is there any hope you could retrieve some of the images and post them on the blog?
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Sorry, Margo, not a chance. Those smudged homemade stickers have long ago faded away into whatever dustbin of history or suburbia thye were swept into during one of many spring cleaning sessions. I do recall one I was very proud of - a snail leaving a slime trail and about to get stepped on by a looming sneaker.
I found a small box of these in G's old room back in Omaha a few years ago.
Do you have any of your artwork from when you were a child? I am often amazed by Gregory's, and it sounds like yours was equally unique. All my stuff was run-of-the-mill fingerpaintings, sketches of kites and cat, etc.
MY mother let me have Garbage Pail Kids. And she didn't by me an awful Cabbage Patch one.
Jessica -
Very few examples of my juvenilia exist. I seem to recall an animal-facts book with original drawings that I was once very proud of, and that might be somewhere. I spent a lot of time recreating theme park rides in book format - a really odd fixation on my part during age 6-9.
On the other hand, I have reams and reams of stories and "essays" I wrote between ages 9-15. Many of them were about Dick Tracy. For the life of me, I can't remember why.
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