Tiny Pink Baby comes into the USA via A.J. Hastings in Amherst,MA. Caroline welcomes them into a small plastic box where they await distribution. She found them in an Italian toy catalog. Peg adopts them by the 100′s and sends them on adventures throughout the world. Hastings is a grand old fashioned stationary store family owned for several generations. It is right in the center of Amherst. Caroline is the buyer with a keen interest in the Adventures of Tiny Pink Baby. Thanks to her there are many unique products to be had at A.J. Hastings
While vacationing in Nova Scotia we had a lovely meal in a seaside restaurant. Our waitress was an adorable young woman with superb serving skills. When the meal was over she brought the check. I wanted to leave a good tip to signal my delight with her service and….I wanted to include a Tiny Pink Baby to top-off my delight. So, there on the table, on top of the check and the cash I placed a tiny Pink Baby. I love whimsy!
As I stood up to put on my coat and headed for the door the waitress came running after me. She was very excited. “Madam,” she called after me, “Madam…wait, please…how did you know?…how did you know?”, she continued, ” we have been trying to have a baby for 2 years with no success and now I know it will happen…it’s a sign…thank you, thank you!”
I have wondered often whether she ever did get pregnant?
When visiting Charleston, SC I needed to have my car serviced. I scouted around for a Jiffy Lube and found one outside of town. After pulling into the establishment and getting out of the car I was greeted by a large African American man. “Hello Madam,” he greeted me. “What can we do for you today?” He was very friendly and welcoming and I was thinking that maybe he was the boss of the operation. “Can you do an oil change,” I replied. “Sure can, sure can…just pull over here and we’ll take care of it for you right away.” He’s so likable, I remember thinking, this big and strong looking man with very dark skin. A short time passed and he personally drove the car to where I was waiting. Getting out he handed me the bill with a warm smile. The smile spread from the edges of his mouth and landed in two deep dimples in the middle of his cheeks. I was dazzled! Reaching into my wallet for cash I remember thinking that I must also give him a Tiny Pink Baby. (I always carry several in my wallet because you never know when one is to be offered.) He extended his hand to receive the cash as I at the same time extended mine for a handshake. As our hands connected the Tiny Pink Baby dropped into his hand. Turning his hand over he saw the tiny pink baby fairly shimmering against the dark skin of his very big strong palm and he began to laugh. He laughed and laughed and laughed,his dimples dancing deep into his cheeks. He was laughing so hard he had to find a place to sit down. As I drove away I registered the good feeling that comes with having a joyful connection with another human being. I wonder what he told his family when he went home that night!
