Memories of Richie Rich

Window to the Past

I admit.  I just recently read worldwide phenomenon Neil Gaiman and the first of his Sandman series.

I do not know if it was because I was pregnant, but my reading of it was occupied by vivid, haunted dreams.  I am not sure if I will be able to read the rest of the series (sorry, Gaiman fans).  Just wrong timing maybe.  And hubby says he (or his artist) has since has developed the graphics for it.  Because that was what made it a little horrible for me.  Okay, the ideas it germinated too.

But having that comic book in my hands made me think of the comic book that launched dreams of riches in my head.

Richie Rich.

I was barely in my teens and we received hand-me-downs of this colorful multi-paged cartoon.  I looked at it, curious, and was had by the diamond in the cover.  After every delivery from my cousins (which was once a month, I think), I would lock myself up in my room with piles of this comic book.  My eyes would grow big as I stared into the rich illustrations and live through the stories about the other half.  It is amazing that I felt no envy, maybe because the illustrations – diamonds the size of a fist or bigger, swimming with chocolate M&Ms, Dollar’s dog house having everything inside (even the kitchen sink), a dedicated robot maid – came alive, and I seemed to shared that life in my imagination.

So much so that I thought it was possible.

Its premise is simple.  Richie Rich is the richest boy in the whole wide world.  But despite that handicap, he ended up not being a brat, and with the help of his friends from the other side of the tracks, he is well-grounded and even generous and kind-hearted.

But I wonder why he was called “the poor little rich boy”?  When he actually really had everything – the best of all the worlds?

Very different from the rich boys portrayed in the media now, and some real-live ones I know.

Who seemed not to know what to do with themselves and their money.

Yes, Richie Rich is in a class all his own.

It is a pity that he never grew up.  I would have loved to find out how he would be like as a man.  Would he have kept his virtues?  Would he have ended up with Gloria?  Will their differences pull them apart?  Would his money corrupt him?

Would he disappoint?

Maybe some of them are not meant to grow up.  And some of them are not meant to be real.

Be rich,

Issa

Article by Issa. Art by D. Copyright 2010.
Website: www.YouWantToBeRich.com
Email: issa@youwanttoberich.com

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