When I was three years old, I was affected by
the television series "Lost In Space". I think that is where I first
remember seeing robots. Of course there were shows like "Outer Limits"
that had a few robots from time to time, as well as many science fiction
movies that had their share of metal friends. Needless to say, all
I wanted for my birthday and Christmas was a robot. I remember telling
my Mom that when I grew up I was going to make a robot for her that would
do all her house work. Then I would sell that robot to everyone for
$.01, this way everyone could afford it. I was still only a few years
old. Well, as it turned out, that was unrealistic , and all my to
robots that I had are long gone- not one of them survived.
When I was twelve or thirteen years old, the movie
"Star Wars" hit the screens. I think this is where ALL the major
psychological damage took place. That was it. It sealed my
fate forever, and forever is a long time! At age 20, my Mom convinced
me that I wasn't too old to collect toy robots. She had been reading
articles on how much the value of some of them had become. I agreed,
many pictures were ones that I had, played with, and destroyed.
Now as an adult, I am a machinist by trade.
A realization hit me that ALL toys are created by adults. I imagine
all the actual engineering and manufacturing and creative minds that must
coordinate and come together to make a "simple toy". A toy that will
probably end up at a garage sale or worse yet, a trash can as the years
go by and it is no longer the favorite in the toy box.
This page is an attempt for me to catalog what
I have, and to preserve images to share with others that might appreciate
the art of the robot. It is also an attempt to pull together robot
fans from all walks encompassing toy robot fans, movie robot fans, and
the hard-core real robotics crowd.
-More about me to be continued...
Below are some old pictures
of my favorite dog.
of my first robots on the left, "Explo by Bandai". The robot actually
walked a bit, then blew itself apart. This is one that I miss the most.
I was about 7 or 8 years old then. My brother Steve is on the
right. On the far right is me on Christmas 2004 in Phoenix Arizona.
There has been some confusion about "my new dog".
Well, she isn't new. This is my tribute to Maggie that is now dead
at age fifteen. Her batteries expired. Some of these pictures
are fifteen years old. One other thing I must clear up, I am wearing
clothes in the "river" picture. Someone made the comment that I wasn't.
I was there, and I assure you I wouldn't be undressed with friends in the
room at my parent's house!
Maggie pup with my brother Steve.
Note Maggies glowing
Me and Maggie...
...after a trip to the river!
She looks so serious!
The death of a shoe!