-Removed-back then a poor council house dweller (trailer trash) 5th of 7 kids didn't have a tv until 1965 no washing machine just an old poss tub in the wash house outside, no inside toilet no heating upstairs, no double glazing no money, walked everywhere no cash for buses used to go to the local market and pinch fruit. Life was tough on the mean streets of Berwick Hills.
i had a gi joe doll, one of the first in the mid sixties...
cool gear to go with, if i remember was a rifle?, a pistol, camouflage, and a helmet...
over the years i played with my doll i got a jeep for him to ride in, a wetsuit that was virtually impossible to dress him in, and, towards the end of the decade,
the apollo spacecraft!!!
at one point (several hundred times, actually) he took a header off some high point...
prolly the kitchen table...
i remember his right hand, his pistol hand, broke clean off during one of these dives, and i was mortified...
my mother, my florence nightingale, promptly got out the small roll of medical tape and proceeded to craft a cast for him...
he was saved!!!
i do not know what happened to my doll after i moved away from home...
:'( :'( :'(
The post that was quoted here has been removedmy dad made us lads a fort from plyboard and some lead soldier in moulds he had borrowed he was a gas fitter so lead pipe was easy for him to get he melted it himself. we rigged our own bikes up frame from a scrap yard miss matched wheels but one thing we always had was FUN you don't need flash toys and loads of cash to enjoy playing out with your friends.
Lots of wooden toys, some made by my father. Corgi die-cast cars. I remember a brilliant Fisher-Price cash register -- my sister's kids actually played with it the last few times they came over to England. An Aerobie and one of those three-pronged foam boomerangs. Tennis and badminton equipment. Lots of Commodore 64 and, later, Amiga 500 games and Mac software. And many, many books.