Your favourite childhood toys?

My father made me a dolls house and my nieces played with it when they visited Mum and Dad.

There used to be chemistry sets which might be considered dangerous now and also a toy tin stove which could be lit with meths 😯
A 'walking' robot was another toy.

I wish I still had some of these toys.

I have a Bobby as well, I think he was a Pedigree bear.
Here is what he should like but my Bobby is in a very sorry state. I should really rescue him from the attic and give him some tlc.

Sorry, images won't post.

Hated dolls but loved my teddy and dog. Had hours of fun playing with my toy kitchen.As an only childhood to entertain myself. Never happier than being outside with my little trowel.

I hated dolls, but loved the doll's house my father made me. It was a replica of our 30s semi, right down to the furniture. An even bigger favourite was the rocking horse he made. My favourite shop bought toy was my post office set, with all its stamps, postal orders and telegrams.

Yes! Had lots of Corgi and Matchbox cars...wish I'd kept them.

Also made and painted Airfix models [very fiddly], the best being one of the Mayflower [ship].

A 'Painting by numbers' set was always a welcome present.

A rusty biscuit tin full of Corgi and Matchbox cars. I was a tomboy, and prayed every night that I could become a boy, because experience taught me that boys got a much better deal out of life than girls did.

I loved my Spirograph, and my beautiful blue bike. I had a couple of dolls, though never allowed the Sindy / Barbie / Tressy type, and my adored white teddy bear who’s graced my bed since 1962.

My favourite was far and away my dress up dolls. They were paper dolls and costumes you cut out. My sisters and I played with them for hours. I still have some of them, as do my sisters. They were like real people to us.

My ex Royal Marine son, has his babyhood Teddy (known as Ted) living in his home. No one else is allowed to touch him.

All my soft toys had names such as cat or monkey or panda . My favourite was a rabbit . Rabbit replaced panda when left on a bus .
I only recall one doll and I can't recall her name-it wasn't doll ! I think that it was Jennifer.She had wardrobe of evening clothes made by my ģrandma .She had short curly strawberry blond hair and was enormous .
She had a lilac pram in which to wear those evening dresses !
I eventually gave her away to a little girl who had lost her father.
I had a collection of plastic horses and made a stable out of shoe boxes .They all had names and I used to make up stories about them .Some of their names came out of Black Beauty .
From an early age - I loved and collected books particularly if they were illustrated and old .
I used to read them even though I didn't always understand the full meaning of the words .
I liked drawing and painting as well .Horses were my usual subject .
I wanted Sindy and Barbie dolls but wasn't allowed to have them . My mother thought that they were too sexualised .
We used to play cards, Monopoly or Scrabble a great deal at least once a week but never on Sundays !

Shelflife

Petra , that mobo roundabout has triggered my memory ! Me and my sister loved it - thank-you!

You’re the only other person I know who had one.

Not PC now but my favourite toy in the 1950's was a little black golliwog that came with me everywhere. I also had a rag doll and a 'mama' doll called Betty. My favourite playground game was 'dabs' (fivestones) I couldn't get the hang of Jacks.

Petra , that mobo roundabout has triggered my memory ! Me and my sister loved it - thank-you!

My mum threw all of my toys away when I left home. On top of that there was a photo I took of them which she must have thrown out too because it isn't with all of the other photos. I guess she was so upset at me leaving home she didn't realise how much I cherished my childhood or appreciated how loved I was or how they scrimped and saved to give me the best of everything. I'd give anything to see that photo again. Margaret and Sylvia the dolls and Blackie the big black bear. And Teddy who was old when I got him so was probably my mum's [I never asked her ]. Sylvia was a Christmas present. She came with a crib and a wardrobe full of clothes. I remember going round to all the neighbours showing her to them..

Without a doubt my knitted teddy, "Stripey".
He came on honeymoon with us.
😍

My young brother’s Meccano set, he wasn’t keen on it. I got given dolls because I was a girl, not appreciated gifts!
I also collected marbles and played games with them in the school playground….with the boys!
I was a little tomboy but never fancied being a boy, wonder what I’d be thinking if that was me in today’s world?!

I also loved my top and whip. Jacks. Ball games with friends. The only doll I ever had was destroyed by my 2 year old sister and I didn't want another one.
My dad made me a swing and I spent ages on that.

Dolls and the dolls house my dad made for me.

Whip and top and skipping with all the girls in the street. Didn’t like dolls much but liked drawing and reading

My favourites were roller skates, pogo stick, stilts and of course bikes. My mum used to say I was a tomboy - not a term we hear today - and was usually to be found hanging upside down from something, or up a tree.

Yes BlueBelle I did feel lonely as an only child [aged 0-11yrs]...and didn't have a father either. I envied those with siblings and cousins.
But I had some lovely friends, one of whom I'm in touch with after 71 years!

Looking back though I can see the compensations: I developed a wonderful bond with my Grandmother who I spent so much time/conversation with. Now am very self sufficient and independent, like my own company and enjoy a quiet home. Live on my own now and it suits me.

The deep feeling of loneliness sometimes reappears though as my childhood certainly had an impact on me. But I'm ok. And very much hope you are too.

Nearly all, not early all!

Ladyleftfieldlover

Flower and me!

That is so sweet! I think early all photos of children in those days were pretty much like yours. All so innocent and carefree. It brought back happy memories of me and my Susie doll.
Things were so much more simple then.

You often see some of these toys on the Repair Shop programme. So lovely to see the surprise on the faces when they are restored almost like new, just leaving a few genuine imperfections.

I wasn’t one for dolls and teddies but I don’t think my father knew this as he was always at sea but one day he arrived home from America with a walking talking doll.
She was a bit scary when she walked and swung her arms and swivelling her eyes saying i walk, I talk in an American accent.
But also from that trip I got my heart’s desire, Roller scathes with ball bearings, green rubber wheels and red leather toecaps.
I think I ( all all the kids in the street ) had the most fun with my MoBo roundabout.

Here I am.