When I was a kid, I was fortunate enough to receive some of my Dad's childhood toys. Not many of them, because, as he lamented, he was a bit hard on on his toys, and not a lot of them survived. I'm guilty of the same; most of my toys likewise perished in their adventures over the years. But I did get A few of his possessions, this Indian being one of them. I'm not sure how much it'd actually be worth. I did see one exactly like it in a thrift store priced at nearly $30 dollars. No intention of selling this, of course, it was just interesting to see the price tag put on nostalgia.
Let's be honest, it's only a plastic toy, but even as a kid, I had some sense of its age, and for some reason, that made it more important, somehow. Even by the eighties, I think the toys had become more thinly made plastic, easier to break, much less sturdy. That Indian is solid, molded plastic. Almost heavy, in its own way. I sensed the difference between it and my toys even then, and - thought it probably sounds silly - treated it with a weird kind of reverence.
Also, it had been given to Dad by his grandmother, my great grandmother, the same who left me her collection of pulp novels. So, I thought of it as a link to her, something more to remember her by.
When I moved out to college, I left this good old boy behind. Many years ago, Dad returned it and some other items to me. I proudly keep it, and think of Great Grandma Lucia when I see it. I only wish I had more of my own toys to pass on to my kids. Unfortunately, unless Dad has some squirreled away at home, I don't think any of them survived the rigors of childhood, especially being a bit more cheaply made than above Indian.