A miniature bookcase and chair,painted pink, and made by my Dad and Grandad.with a cushion covered in a remnant of one of her flowery dresses made by Mum.
I can also remember Mum making miniature outfits for my Tressy doll as the shop bought ones were too expensive.
Dove - I had the same lady with a headscarf and a bowl of grain on my farm too plus hay ricks and stooks. I had to make my own sheds out of cardboard but had loads of animals to go in the sheds - a fantastic present with hours and hours of fun re-arranging the chickens and positioning the bull in frightening poses (jumping over fences).
Gosh I feel such an ungrateful child I can't even remember what I was given throughout the years! (I'm going to blame the bump to the head I got in 2004 for ruining my memory).
I always got presents that were thought suitable for a girl. Only trouble was it just meant that my sister got twice as many dolls. There was the year I wanted a bike, and got a dolls pram. I swapped it with the lad next door but one, for his bike. He was quite happy wheeling it up and down. I was ecstatic until his father ( ex Notts Forest football player) came and exchanged them back again. This continued until I finally got what I really really wanted. When I was 10 I got a greenhouse and a book by Percy Thrower.
I was given an unwanted dolls pram. Filling it with soil wasn't what I was expected to do. my parents should have foreseen that, earth-moving was big for the kids in our area at the time. Enormous holes for dens. Joining two together underground was vetoed by all parents. I can't think why
The boys on the street used to dig dens in the field next to the old quarry. They covered it up with corrugated sheets and wouldn't let us girls in. We used to sneak up on them in the long grass. Only thing was our dog (alsation x labrador) used to give us away if she barked at anyone.
I remember looking in Redgates window ( big toy shop of the time, bit like toysRus ). I really really wanted the huge, larger than life, size of a Childs bed, stuffed toy dog. It had, as you'd expect, an equally huge price tag. On christmnas morning when I got a (tiny) maybe a metre long dog, I remember being devastated and at the same time feeling so grown up as I pretended to be as pleased as punch, of course even this toy would have cost my parents an arm and a leg. I've still got it, well its still at mums. He's called Admiral.
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A miniature bookcase and chair,painted pink, and made by my Dad and Grandad.with a cushion covered in a remnant of one of her flowery dresses made by Mum.
I can also remember Mum making miniature outfits for my Tressy doll as the shop bought ones were too expensive.
Gilly, Tressy doll, mine had dark hair and after many years of winding it in and out she was nearly bald. Thanks for the memory
Dove - I had the same lady with a headscarf and a bowl of grain on my farm too plus hay ricks and stooks. I had to make my own sheds out of cardboard but had loads of animals to go in the sheds - a fantastic present with hours and hours of fun re-arranging the chickens and positioning the bull in frightening poses (jumping over fences).
A rusty old red heavy-duty scooter - I was never allowed a bike so this was the nearest I got!
Gosh I feel such an ungrateful child I can't even remember what I was given throughout the years!
(I'm going to blame the bump to the head I got in 2004 for ruining my memory).
I always got presents that were thought suitable for a girl. Only trouble was it just meant that my sister got twice as many dolls. There was the year I wanted a bike, and got a dolls pram. I swapped it with the lad next door but one, for his bike. He was quite happy wheeling it up and down. I was ecstatic until his father ( ex Notts Forest football player) came and exchanged them back again. This continued until I finally got what I really really wanted. When I was 10 I got a greenhouse and a book by Percy Thrower.
I was given an unwanted dolls pram. Filling it with soil wasn't what I was expected to do. my parents should have foreseen that, earth-moving was big for the kids in our area at the time. Enormous holes for dens. Joining two together underground was vetoed by all parents. I can't think why
In the sticks near Peterborough
The boys on the street used to dig dens in the field next to the old quarry. They covered it up with corrugated sheets and wouldn't let us girls in. We used to sneak up on them in the long grass. Only thing was our dog (alsation x labrador) used to give us away if she barked at anyone.
Ma gave up giving me dolls ......... eventually
. Pa knew me best 
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.