tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035755590833291625.post2070528594973910902..comments2024-03-29T09:07:26.173+11:00Comments on Threading My Way: How We Amused Ourselves in the 50s and 60sPam @Threading My Wayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15990609128028224347noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035755590833291625.post-15765363937198163762016-08-16T22:02:08.457+10:002016-08-16T22:02:08.457+10:00niceniceessaywriter-onlinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14891173595106020671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035755590833291625.post-53263658937263179062016-06-20T16:42:31.612+10:002016-06-20T16:42:31.612+10:00What a lot of amazing old photos you have, must be...What a lot of amazing old photos you have, must be wonderful to be able to look back on them all. And some great outfits in there! It's funny, I never remember the 'I'm bored' phrase either, perhaps I'm remembering through rose tinted glasses, but how sad if it's developed purely for the generation which has the most 'entertainment'laid on for them.Wonky Patchworkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13877163026017340681noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035755590833291625.post-72382055844239377392016-04-14T00:04:02.999+10:002016-04-14T00:04:02.999+10:00Thanks, Josie. I enjoyed writing this post and loo...Thanks, Josie. I enjoyed writing this post and looking back through old photos. Looking back at that skipping photo, I'm surprised we were allowed to draw a bull's eye on the wall so close to a window. I don't ever remember us breaking the window, though. At some stage after that photo was taken, Dad attached a darts board to the wall for us.Pam @Threading My Wayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15990609128028224347noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035755590833291625.post-44047028345339406372016-04-11T23:23:12.034+10:002016-04-11T23:23:12.034+10:00What a fabulous post, I just loved it. The skippi...What a fabulous post, I just loved it. The skipping picture is my favourite, I'm just a tiny bit jealous that you were allowed to mark a target on the brick wall behind for chucking things at. My parents wouldn't let us draw, even with chalk, on the walls! xxJosiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06725837060787202576noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035755590833291625.post-41440759870194620392016-04-11T20:46:36.852+10:002016-04-11T20:46:36.852+10:00That's a good thought about the squeaker toy, ...That's a good thought about the squeaker toy, Maureen. It could well have been. I have always loved smocking, but never done any. I'm sure my Aunty made us lots of outfits with smocking. We were very lucky! No one had a knitting machine - all hand done. I'm going to do another post showing some of the clothes we wore. That's actually how this post started, but after seeing the toys, I changed tack.Pam @Threading My Wayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15990609128028224347noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035755590833291625.post-53611460141576160572016-04-11T20:23:24.779+10:002016-04-11T20:23:24.779+10:00My transistor radio I had as a teenager was the on...My transistor radio I had as a teenager was the only gadget I owned, Patti. Life for kids is very different with all the electronic gadgets they own.Pam @Threading My Wayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15990609128028224347noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035755590833291625.post-19454350188040787602016-04-11T10:19:44.763+10:002016-04-11T10:19:44.763+10:00Thank you for sharing these photos Pam. So nice to...Thank you for sharing these photos Pam. So nice to look at! I grew up with a communal play ground where up to 20 kids would come and play. NO shortage of play mates. If needed we would just rock up under our mates balconies and yell out to them to come out and play. This must sound weird here in Oz. I wish there were more public playgrounds in newer subdivisions. A common place where kids can come and play and make friends and for adults to meet and get to know their neighbours.Jenya @ While she was sleepinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11443073685889323191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035755590833291625.post-86819131173208683652016-04-11T00:01:20.808+10:002016-04-11T00:01:20.808+10:00OMG did this post bring back memories. I loved al...OMG did this post bring back memories. I loved all these pictures!West Michigan Quilterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07302049942887238879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035755590833291625.post-80885476847482566492016-04-10T22:14:47.511+10:002016-04-10T22:14:47.511+10:00Love looking at your photos Pam, you are lucky to ...Love looking at your photos Pam, you are lucky to have so many. Your toy may have been similar to the vinyl squeaker toys that we had over here in England, not sure if they were made here even then!<br />My Mum made all our clothes too and usually of necessity out of other garments, it looks as though one of your sunsuits had smocking on the bib which I always thought was very clever. Did anyone in your family have a knitting machine? One of the jumpers reminds me of a knitmaster pattern. Have you any more photos to post, very interesting! - MaureenMohhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18081581090409602485noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035755590833291625.post-13721098042794969892016-04-10T11:35:00.062+10:002016-04-10T11:35:00.062+10:00Oh, Pam, I so very much enjoyed your wonderful pos...Oh, Pam, I so very much enjoyed your wonderful post. It looks as though play things were much the same. I don't remember ever hearing of the game you refer to as "elastics." We certainly played a lot of "jump rope" and "hop-scotch" which, I think, is probably what you refer to as "skipping." We didn't have a television until I was probably a pre-teen. My mother sewed many of our clothes. My only sister was about 12 years older than me and my eldest brother was 9 years older. The younger of my two brothers was about 18 months older than me. Consequently, the two of us spent most of our play time together and, therefore, I played lots of cowboy games and the like, with toy six-shooters. I suppose my parents would have been considered unfit by some of today's standards for promoting violence (lol). It is amazing how so many of we kids from the 50's and 60's grew up to be quite normal and non-violent in spite of it all, including the triple feature cowboy and indian movies we sat through at the movie theater back then. We didn't know the meaning of being "bored" and using our imaginations came naturally. We did not have a vast collection of toys but we made the best of what we had. Styles in clothing were much the same as those in your photos and I remember having a swimsuit made of pink eyelet fabric and styled much like your two piece with what I think we called "boy legs" at the time. Thanks for sharing your wonderful childhood photos!lynn cockrellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16250601457878656085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035755590833291625.post-12935463642599536382016-04-10T08:01:10.431+10:002016-04-10T08:01:10.431+10:00Those pictures could of been from my childhood. Lo...Those pictures could of been from my childhood. Love seeing them! No IPods no phones for texting and the smiles on the faces said it all.Pattihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10541516828715108152noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035755590833291625.post-37987831842560939172016-04-10T07:23:07.958+10:002016-04-10T07:23:07.958+10:00I was born in the 60's. My poor younger sister...I was born in the 60's. My poor younger sister got stuck in that pageboy haircut for years and years. I had curly hair which generally was a mess and much easier to keep long. I have been fortunate to live on my airpark and raise my kids the same way you and I were raised. Our general rule was if you were home, there were chores to be done. The more adept you got at disappearing all day, the less chores could be handed out. At the time I was raising my kids, they were already in the small minority of having to use their imaginations (and learn common sense). My kids could only play video games at other peoples houses. All of our clothes were handsewn and handed down. My kids clothes were either handsewn or thrifted as we could buy better quality clothes at the thrift store than we could get for new.<br />One common way to spot foreigners at our Oregon beaches is if they are wearing shoes. Oregonians need to touch the bare sand and surf.<br />I enjoyed your look back. Have you ever read Bill Brysons' "The Thunderbolt Kid"?kathyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13468763091074811797noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035755590833291625.post-34169106918934379482016-04-10T07:07:18.542+10:002016-04-10T07:07:18.542+10:00Complete opposite, I believe. Kids today are mostl...Complete opposite, I believe. Kids today are mostly inside (eating bad food and sitting in front of a screen) and as you say, we were outdoors most of the time playing. Children today don't understand the concept of unstructured playtime. <br /><br />Question - your reference to "elastics"... was that where you had participants at opposite ends, standing with the elastic looped around their ankles, knees and then thighs while a middle person stepped on and over said elastic? I remember playing that!Rochelle @ eSheep Designshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00873971744083672144noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035755590833291625.post-36731729111914314702016-04-10T02:37:30.067+10:002016-04-10T02:37:30.067+10:00sounds so much like my growing up years here in th...sounds so much like my growing up years here in the usa.barbara woodshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07824180957906837061noreply@blogger.com