Somewhere within my children’s collection of toys, under the bits and bobs from sewing kits, the inside of kinder eggs and any number of small miscellaneous bits of plastic, are the toys which I will keep.
I don’t yet know which ones they will be, but somewhere along the line when all my children are grown up and it comes to the moment of handing on their baby and infant toys my hand will pause over the ones that are deeply sentimental, the ones that are just really great toys and the ones that I just can’t bear to part with, and I’ll pop them in a box and into the cupboard.
I know I’ll do it because it’s what my Mum did with our toys. She used to pull the box down for all visiting little ones and out would come all our old favourites ready to be enjoyed for another afternoon.
I don’t know whether she was originally planning on them being saved for “the grandchildren” but every time either of us girls and our families go down home, there is the box just waiting to be explored.
And so this last weekend, with all of us home to celebrate Dad’s birthday I watched my girls and their cousin as they carried the favourite stories off to Grandpa who once again found himself reading Aflie Goes First, Sally’s Secrets and Pip Squeak with a little girl balanced on each knee.
We played trains with the Chuffer Engine and its carriages, while the giant tortoise and its baby meandered laboriously across the carpet. And when the little play people had reached the end of their journey they tried out planes, trikes or just took the coach.
(That’s a little plastic me in the front seat – the blonde behind me in the red dress is my sister!)
One little box of special treasures had them hooked all weekend, and it was rather fun to play with them again myself; they were great toys in the 80’s and they’ve stood the test of time – especially this:
Did anyone else have one?