It’s not that it seems like yesterday…but hard to believe it was more than a half a century ago that as a young girl growing up in the ’50’s, my friends and I played and amused ourselves with toys and pastimes from a simpler time. I know I sound like a cliché and an echo of my own parents telling me of their childhoods in the early part of the 20th Century. My youth was spent in the second half of that century and now I’m observing the toys, games and amusements of my granddaughter- born in this, the 21st Century.
I don’t know how big a part economics played in the toys we played with as children but I’m sure it it did. Things are different with my granddaughter as they were when my daughter was raised.
Aggies
Let’s step back in time to the 1950’s, to a neighborhood populated by WWII veterans and their families; My friends and I were post-war babies; future boomers in a simpler time and place.
Paddle Ball
- Baseball cards – A nickel a pack with a sheet of pink cardboard that passed off as bubble gum. Yes even us girls had some baseball cards – ok well I may have had few more than my girlfriends because I was tomboy. Anyway, each player leaned a card against a wall; then we would stand back and take turns tossing a card into the leaners, the cards that missed stayed on the floor and became part of the pot which would go to the winner.
- Paddle Ball – A really simple and extremely common toy. Consisting of a wooden paddle with a small red ball attached to it by a long piece of elastic. The idea – keep the ball in the air by whacking it with the paddle, the winner was whoever hit the ball the most times consecutively.
- Water Pistols – The best summer toy on a hot day. Colorful plastic guns; some in the shape of derringers and space guns. NO large gatling guns, no blasters or rocket launchers – just a small pistol packed full of surprise and fun.
- Bubbles – I know the kids today still play with bubbles, I’ve seen Finley (my granddaughter) get so excited over the magic of blowing that produced iridescent globes floating in the air. Today I was in a Dollar Store and saw quarts of bubble liquid for sale. Maybe for the little old lady who lived in shoe. However, when I was a kid and your bubbles ran out, you tried to make your own solution from Mom’s liquid dish soap – it never really worked very well.
- Kites – Kites were the harbingers of Spring along with jump ropes. Our kites were the usual kite shape and made with richly-colored tissue paper usually with black lettering and I think most of us had Hi-Flyers. Once in a while I would see a box kite and as I got a little older, the kites were sporting designs such as stars and stripes and there were plastic kites too. Now the good part (for me); my father used to make kites for me. He had a super workshop in the basement, he would cut the wood and fashion the kite body out of road maps. They were bigger than the store bought ones with really long tails. Then he would string it, balance it and make me a wooden handle to wrap the kite string around. Now, that was love…the time he spent making the kite and making sure I was involved in some aspect. He could have just gone to Woolworth‘s or S.S. Kresge’s but then I would have never had this wonderful memory.
- Sledding – I mean on a real sled! All of us had sleds with red runners, wooden slat seats, the best being a Flexible Flyer. Hours and hours and then some more hours were spent hauling our sleds up Spencer Drive which had a huge hill. I guess the town snow plows didn’t get down to blacktop because we always seemed to have enough snow to slide. Snow days meant sledding until you were wet and cold and then having hot chocolate at one of our houses. And then…well because we were all future baby boomers with post-war fathers, our dads were young enough to think it was fun to go sledding at night. Young and the fact that most of them had the kind of job that didn’t require them to work late and they didn’t bring the job home with them either. So after supper, we would often meet up again and go sliding with our dads. Priceless memories of shrieking at breakneck speed on a mixture of ice and snow holding on tight to Dad.
- Flying a Wooden Airplane – Balsa wood Gliders were another Springtime and Summer treat. Often a party favor or a reward for being good…these ubiquitous and ingenious little airplanes were everywhere. The kit cost 10 cents! No need to read the instructions because all you had to do was rip open the packaging, slide the wing through the slot in the body and insert the tail fin and you were ready to pilot your plane through loops, nose-dives and distance races with your friends. The Guillow company perfected a mass-production process and distribution to the chain stores like J.J. Newbury’s, Woolworth’s, Kresge’s etc.
- Punks – Not exactly a toy but truly a summer evening pastime. I’m not sure where we got the Cattails, there must have been some swampy area nearby because we used to light the Cattails which we called punks and probably pretend we were smoking keeping mosquitoes away.
- Shooting Marbles – Collecting them, trading them and playing with them, marbles were great fun. I loved aggies which for me was the catchall name for any marble that wasn’t one of the new Cat’s Eyes marbles. The marbles were opaque with brilliant colors and designs; they were swirls, clearies, slags and solids. I remember two games we used to play; one involved a circle drawn in the dirt or if you were inside, you could make a circle out of string and the idea of the game was to use your shooter and knock the marble out of the ring thereby winning them. We also used to play a game which was like marble golf – you had to shoot your marble into a small hole in the ground.
- Parachute Blow Tube – You might get this really inexpensive and cheaply made toy at the 5 cent &10 cent or as a party favor! A little paper man was attached to a thin red plastic parachute . The man and parachute fit into a narrow cardboard tube and you blew him out and up in the air. You could also make your own.; my father made me a parachute out of one of his white handkerchiefs and instead of a paper man, he strung a metal nut on it. I could toss it high up in the air and it would come floating down beautifully.
Check out a previous blog post about the Top Ten Toys from my childhood, https://pbenjay.wordpress.com/2010/10/21/thursdays-top-ten-toys-from-my-childhood/
Flexible Flyer
Balsa Wood Glider
Bill Ding and his band of clowns are the security patrol for this blog site. He is a favorite toy from the 50*s. By the way sometimes a blog is just an ego-maniacal stream of conscience.
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