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Showing posts with label Childhood games. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Childhood games. Show all posts

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Thursday, 26 June: Playing tag

Dashing around the garden, swinging around tree trunks, through the dahlias, skipping over the stone edgings to the flowerbeds, hither and thither! Red faced, perspiring foreheads, jerseys torn off and discarded on the grass! Wild screams of excitement!

"You're on, Shannon...Peter...Cathy...Eleanor!"
"Ag no, it's already half past five. Where's your Mom? I have to thank her. I have to go! Mrs Kell, thank you for having me!"
"Mom, can I just walk with Eleanor to the corner, please, please, please?"

I loved playing tag, except we never called it tag. To my best friend, Shannon, her brother and sister, it was "On, On" or "Touch". If touched, it was your turn to chase the others round and round the garden of our homes while they teased and taunted you. Long afternoons of touch, hide and seek, swinging or jumping over sticks laid out the lawn always ended with the obligatory formal thanks to Mother and pleas to be allowed to accompany each other to the corner where we could have a last lingering chat.

Now Rhondi has tagged me and to secure my release, here are five of my many favourite things.
First...

My favourite childhood book: The secret garden. "Oh, the things that happened in that garden! If you have never had a garden, you cannot understand, and if you have had a garden, you will know that it would take a whole book to describe all that came to pass there. The green things began to show buds, and the buds began to unfurl and show colour, every shade of blue, every shade of purple, every tint and hue of crimson."

Second...

My Victorian dresser filled with treasures in my bedroom.

Third...

This little Spode tea and coffee set just for one, arranged on one of my embroidered traycloths together with my grandmother's birthday book published in 1883.

Fourth...

Since I now live alone in an empty nest, I no longer have to buy bumper packs of economy soap at the supermarket! Instead I can treat myself to Roger Gallet's imported perfumed soaps from Paris. Round in shape, just the right size for your palm and rich and creamy!

Fifth...

I love all my Royal Doulton figurines, especially the little shepherd and the old balloon lady.

Now it's my turn! I shall 'touch':
Tracy at Pink Purl in Norway
Karen Harvey Cox at A scrapbook of inspiration
Dee Dee at Love White Linen
Daisy Chain
And any other dear friends, who are game for a game. Willow, Mary, Alexandra, Fairmaiden, Lavinia?

Let us post three of four of our favourite places in our neighbourhoods.