Daily Prompt: Particular Memories

Lego etc.

My two sons did not grow up in a world full of computers, pads or mobile phones. Their toys were something to touch. Lego was a great favourite. At the beginning it was just coloured bricks that fitted together until the special bricks arrived: they were the ones where you could build your own garage, perhaps even the Tower Bridge of London. There were even “duplo” bricks, twice the size, but ideal for the hands of a toddler.

I remember No. 1 son constructing the bridge, even with the part where you could raise it to let the big ships go through. Being an autist he had a gift for anything that had to fit together. He is still the person that is a big help if you buy flat pack furniture: whilst we are searching for the screws and trying to understand the detailed plan, he has already built half of the furniture.

And so Tower Bridge was in the bedroom on a shelf for many years, until he was finished with school and the seriocity of a working day arrived. No. 2 son also had his talents with lego, but he was more into the Playmobil family.


They were little miniature people all dressed to fit the part. they had their own houses and attachments. Of course both sons played with everything, it was their growing up world, living in mini situations.

Eventually these toys were discarded, they were no longer needed. The school books and the computers replaced them as well as the music disks. My evenings of clearing away the various models were finished. I no longer inadvertently trod on a painful piece of lego and did not have to search for the sherrif hat or the tools that the men used in their playmobil towns.

The model railway pieces were also packed into a plastic bag and the floor space was at last clear to walk over. Everything was put into the cellar and there is stayed for at least 30 years, even a little bit more. I kept every brick, every railway line and every Wild West Fort. My oldest son is today more into music and visiting rock concerts. No. 2 son is married and has grandson No. 1.

He was surprised when I told him I still had all his  toys in working order. He thought I had disposed of them many years ago. There was a small problem that they were all packed in a box on the top shelf in the cellar, but Mr. Swisss, with the help of No. 1 son, has now managed to transfer them and they are now ready to go.

This week No. 2 son’s family will be here for a day and this afternoon there was an excursion to the cellar and the toys are now ready for transport to the next station in their life. I hope that they no longer feel so neglected when one day my grandson No. 1 will be able to annoy his parents with all the bits and pieces laying around. Perhaps they might even have the Tower Bridge in a room somewhere, or perhaps a sherrif’s office in the kitchen.

Daily Prompt: Particular Memories

15 thoughts on “Daily Prompt: Particular Memories

  1. I wonder why our male children always are surprised by the keeping of their toys? I still have my youngest son’s toys in the attic. All wrapped neatly and in boxes.

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    • It was natural for me to keep them. I definitely did not want to give them away to a stranger, and somehow I knew that one day there would be perhaps a little person in the family that might play with them.

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  2. oh yes, I remember the lego under foot! Thanks for triggering my memories of my son and his lego. It is now all in a tub, stored and waiting for some future builder!

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    • Exactly the same here, and my wait is now finished I hope. Of course the newcomer is only a few months old and is still discovering how to smile and talk in his own language, but one day he will be surrounded by all the bits and pieces in the boxes and the bags and someone somewhere will be kept busy.


    • I am glad that my kids did not have to go through that and they could be kids when they were younger. It was bad enough in the teenage years with No. 2 son who would spend his free time gaming with the colleagues or playing some sort of computer game. I must admit when he was in bed in the evening, I would take over his computer and play some rounds myself. The various Arcade games were not unknown to me.

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  3. ❤ I gave my baby doll to my step-granddaughter. It means a lot to my step-daughter-in-law. The doll wears some of my own baby clothes. She's made of rubber, and a little worn out, not all that playable, and not as cuddly as modern baby dolls, but I saved her for sixty years for some reason. My stepsons loved Legos and Transformers and it was so fun to watch them play. Then they grew up…

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    • I didn’t have anything to hand down to my kids. It was all left in England and mum threw most of it away. I never played with dolls, was more into railways and guns and cowboy stuff. I had a teddy bear and remember seeing it still in my dad’s house, but it was really nothing worth keeping.

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  4. Owen was a Lego addict and an iron car enthusiast. Miniature cars and medium sized cars and dump trucks. He built things with blocks and Legos that took up his entire room and sometimes stretched into the hallways. He is still constructing things. It turned out to be a very useful skill, the building. I wonder if electronic toys will eventually be useful for something?

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    • No. 1 son quite likesd electronic toys, especially if it has flashing lights and he still does. When he goes to his annual holiday in Italy he always brings back some sort of large car. NO. 2 son was more into towns with little people and bulding lego attachments. No. 1 is still very good at machines, and works on automatic lathes and stuff like that. No. 2 is ambidextrous and has to work out which hand to use first of all. He is more into the modern day electronics, like computers.


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