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.