Well I still have mine,a real China tea set, and a tiny glass fruit set.
Second hand ,bought during the war ,so must now be well over a hundred years old as I am almost eighty six.
I would be four or five.
We had very few toys but played with what we found ,playing outside for the most part.
Flowers adorned mud pies and transformed them into spectacular wedding cakes etc.
A few bits of broken crockery from the waste heap were a full dinner service to us.
We served hawthorn berries.empty snail shells, hazelnuts, rose hips ,pussy willows and the brown seeds from dock plants.Blackberries, and wild raspberries.
However we did have fantastic play material, the remains of the most productive lead mine in the country.
All the machinery was still in situ ,some still had moveable parts although almost a hundred years had passed since last used.
We diverted little streams,played on the two little side tank engines left rusting outside the engine shed.
Picked through the waste for sparkling lumps of “ spar”,the waste which had the veins of lead running through .
It was a wonderful playground but I still go cold to think of what danger we were in.
We had no supervision ,but somehow monitored ourselves.
No quarrels ,you have to get on with everyone in a small village - well a hamlet really.
When I see the number of toys today’s children have —- bedrooms bulging .
We learnt physics and maths from our play, incidentally but nevertheless things fell into place when doing those subjects at secondary school.
Not specifically toys but a deck of playing cards and a box of dominoes gave hours of amusement ,we learnt number bonds and I still count in the configuration of playing cards .
Imagination is the best toy ever and that comes from adaptability and substitution .
But times change and it is possible such skills will not be needed in the future.
All I can say is we had tremendous fun,were never bored , never felt there was nothing to do.
Viktoria.