- This is a poem that I wrote some time ago after I’d been to ( yet another) Vintage Fair.
Oh no! I’ve spotted a bygone!
It came from a life long gone.
How did it happen? Time goes so fast.
All those antiques that were made to last.
My toys long forgotten, up in the loft.
My Teddy, my dolly all cuddly and soft.
The boxes of toys for sale at the fair,
I played with those and Truth and Dare.
Kick can Lurky was a cheeky game,
Jacks and Hop Scotch just the same.
Skipping and tossing against a wall
Required no effort – not at all.
Two Balls I played and a hoola hoop.
Is this why my back has such a stoop?
Blind Man’s Bluff and Post Man’s Knock
And I learn the time on a new Tick Tock.
A monkey money box ate my pennies,
Golly Wogs and a boy called Dennis.
Annuals, cigarette cards and penny sweets.
My life has been full of many treats.
Oh No! I’ve seen another Antique.
It was in a mirror! I had only a peek!
Barbara Taylor (A Vintage Girl from a Vintage World)
I found the above pictures on Pinterest when looking for novel ideas to wrap my Christmas Presents. It made me think what was my best ever Christmas gift?
When I was about seven years old my Dad made me a wardrobe. This piece of “furniture” was about three feet high. It was made from varnished ply wood which he had bent to make a curved top to the wardrobe. There was a single door which was opened using a wooden knob. Inside my Dad had include a shelf and mini wire coat hangers. On the hangers were……….Clothes for ALL of my dolls and Teddies!!
My Mum and Nanna had been knitting and sewing for months before that Christmas. I had a lot of dolls. Baby dolls, a teenage doll (fashionable pre Barbie!) and Teddies. All these much loved dolls had new clothes. There were knitted sweaters for Teddy, Sewed dresses for the dolls-often with matching knickers and even a crotched pram blanket on the shelf. I played and played with this gift and have never forgotten the love and work that had gone into making the perfect gift for a dolly mad seven year old little girl.
After that lovey wollow in nostalgia I must get back to wrapping those presents.
After the recent trauma of Benji dog destroying my vintage blanket I have decided to forgive him how could I not? He has obviously forgotten that he ever did anything wrong! The blanket has taken up temporary residence hung over the stairs with some other favourite textiles. Actually it looks quite good if you ignore the shredded bits.
I will have to decide what to do with the blanket in the longer term. Because of its special history I would like to keep it, but I can only think of cushions. The hole in the middle means it won’t make a lap blanket. Has anyone any good ideas?
Grandchildren have just invaded our house for a week. Guess what? They have brought Benji dog a present. It is a plushy toy that he is currently enjoying trying to destroy!
When I was making the Ginger Cake mentioned in an earlier posting, I was whisked back in time to my childhood. OK it is quite a while ago-I told you that I am vintage!!
The object that transported me back in time was a tin of “Lyles Golden Syrup” Strange as it might seem my Mum used to save theses tins which are stronger than the usual can. She would wash them out and when she had two make me a pair of stilts. My Dad would use a hammer and awl to make two holes -one on each side at the top,below the lid rim. String was then threaded through one hole,across the tin top and through the other hole. The string was then knotted leaving the string a good length. The lid was firmly put on and voila a stilt. Two tins and away I would totter!
My foot would be on the tin lids with the string forming a handle. Holding a string in each hand I could now walk on the tins keeping them tight under each shoe! I wouldn’t dare to try it now as I’d probably break an ankle! Happy days!