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Headline: 'Santa Runs out of Tiny Tears Dolls!'
Favourite Childhood Toys
Member Name: lak11
Favourite Childhood Toys
Date: 31/05/10, updated on 12/06/13 (114 review reads)
Advantages: I loved my toys
Disadvantages: Where are they now?
In the October half term my mother would take my brother and myself to London's West End and Selfridge's where we would visit the magical grotto then choose a small toy from the large and wonderful toy department.
I remember being a child of around six and playing in the garden with a friend, Linda. We would set up my Wendy House. The frame consisted of metal rods and clips that had to be fitted together and a red and yellow tent like cover then went over the top. It had two gauze type windows and a flap door. We had hours of fun in there, especially as Linda's dad was a baker and supplied us with tiny Hovis loaves and chocolate biscuits. The house must have been small but we managed to divide it with an old curtain, making two rooms. Everything seemed to fit in: dolls' beds, chairs, and cushions.
Before reaching my fourth birthday, my highly inquisitive, and too old for his age, brother, told me he knew the 'truth' about Father Christmas and the tooth Fairy. I tried not to believe him but he'd certainly spoiled things for me. I still got very excited around Christmas time and loved a surprise but my brother had to know everything! He would search everywhere if my parents weren't around and would say, 'See that suitcase on the wardrobe? It's full of toys. I'll get in down and show you!' 'No!, I would say, they're not for us!'
And he said, 'You wanted a doll's pram for Christmas, well look above the wardrobe at that shape covered with a blanket...you can see the shadow of the wheels!'
He was right and Christmas morning revealed my new doll's pram in all it's glory- maroon and white (with a doll, called, 'Chatty Cathy' to go in it. She was great. On pulling a string she would speak). I had happy times with this pram. After seeing, 'The Sound of Music,' I would fit as many of my dolls as possible into it, and a tiny cardboard suitcase with supplies and, off we would go to climbing mountains to escape the Nazis!
I loved my dolls. They were Christened and named. I longed for 'Tiny Tears.' She was floppy like a real baby and could be bought wearing a pink or blue romper suit. I was fascinated that you could feed her and she would wet her nappy if her tummy was squeezed. She was top of my Christmas list but, alas, that was the year of the shortage of Tiny Tears'. I got a doll named 'Suzy Cute' instead. I tried to love her but she wasn't what I wanted. I felt guilty. Tiny Tears came to me the next year.
I can't remember whether it was leading up to Christmas or my birthday when my mum went shopping alone while an aunt stayed with me. I couldn't work out why I wasn't allowed to go but, when mum tried to sneak in some hours later with a large box, the penny dropped. That was my lovely doll's house. How I loved this. Over the next few years I collected furniture and 'people' to go inside. I hoped 'The Borrowers' would move in. I had everything prepared for them, even 'real' lights and a glowing 'coal' fire.
I preferred Sindy to Barbie. I had Sindy and her bofriend, Paul, and Sindy's sister. Then, I even saved up for a red sports car but it wasn't an official Sindy car but she still enjoyed trips out with Paul! An aunt of mine lived in Hong Kong, and could get cheap accessories and clothes for Sindy, so she was very well dressed. She possessed a skiiing outfit, beachwear and even a water skiing outfit.
I also had a Tressy, who was a reject from a toy warehouse. Her hair did grow and I liked her. just a shame she had a hole in her tummy.
Books, books and more books. I was a regular visitor to the library but would buy books when I had the chance. The book magazine came round to school every so often and I was sorry I could only buy one or two. My favourites were, Charlotte's Web, The Borrowers, The Family From One End Street, 101 Dalmatians and The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe, to name just a few.
I wanted a typewriter as I wanted to write and illustrate books. I was given a real but heavy, old fashioned model. I never quite got the hang of it.
Anything to do with art. I still love art equipment. As a child I was eager for paints, pencils, magic markers, paper and, I adored clay and plaster of Paris modelling sets.
I liked toys, and still do, that are a mini version of the real thing- dolls' baths with working (pump) showers, washing machines and ovens. I had a cooker that really worked and made custard on it. Then my brother slipped and fell onto it, badly cutting his leg (toys weren't as safe then) and had to have stitches. I really didn't mean to leave it lying around!
I spent many hours using my 'Knitting Nancy' which is a little wooden hollow doll used for French knitting. Oh, the presents I intended to make. I started scarves, hats and blankets but, (just as well!) didn't finish anything. Should have known then that I was the type to leave things unfinished, like the books I've started to write and then left abandoned.
And one more thing...a box! I always loved a box and think for all the sophisticated toys children of today own, they still love a box. A large box would be a house or a cooker and a smaller one would be an extension to the dolls house or a dolly wardrobe. Out would come the paints and I'd be engrossed.
Thank you for sharing my reminiscing. What were your favourite toys?
Summary: There are so many I've had to leave out.