Frank’s challenge this week:
“For this week’s challenge, share some of your favorite toys, whether they are found in everyday objects or true expressions of a creative mind.”
Photo: Grandad and Rembrandt before Grandad’s surgery
As a kid, I had the usual teddy (Grandad above) and dollies, a pram and a tricycle (both second hand), a toy piano which only played the white notes as the black ones for just for show (I carved my name on that and regretted it as soon as I’d finished), but I didn’t have a toy box as such.
Our dollies were the best dressed in the street thanks to my great grandmother, a seamstress, who made my sister and I frocks when she came for holidays and kitted our dollies out with a new wardrobe from the scraps.
Do you count board games or packs of cards as toys? I remember our Christmas stockings had things like that and torches, pencil sets, colouring books, magic bubbles, novelty gifts like a bird you filled with water and blew down the spout to make it sing, or a plastic submarine that sank as it filled with water in the bath, as well as fruit and nuts in them.
I had LEGO until it came out of my ears, a total misunderstanding as it was actually Meccano I wanted, but it got lost in translation. I made money boxes with it, some with compartments for notes (nearly always empty), slots for pennies, and windows to see how much was in there. (How many years did I spend in banking? Let’s see, about 20!)
But I guess the most toys, and most definite toy box, belonged to Maggie.
She had umpteen squeaky toys of varying volume and size, soft animal toys, balls, tug ropes, a Kong and her favourite was a yellow cow with blue legs and a permanent surprised expression. It was actually meant to be a sheep, but it did indeed look like a cow, and tell her to get it, she knew which one it was.
In the Great Sort Out her box of toys got mislaid, so when we bought the boat, she had none at all. We bought her a new ‘baby’, and currently she has three, two of which squeak.