PLAYING GAMES
Children have always played games and we were no different, we played games! What we played might not be recognised by today’s children when compared to what seems to hold a child’s interest nowadays. Today's parents are worried that their children spend so much time with electronic equipment they have to be told to go outside and get some fresh air!
I find it strange that when you separate the words Playing Games and look up each meaning in a thesaurus. Two different pictures emerge.
The word “Games” seems to be linked entirely with “Sports” and mostly organised sports, whereas the word “Play” is a much more lively word. It has a long list of meanings ranging from recreation to fooling around, with a heavy dose of drama and having fun thrown in. So from this I can presume that what we indulged in was “Playing”, because there was no way that what we did could be called “organised”. Nobody organised our games – how could they? We mostly made them up as they occurred.
I’ve mentioned in a previous post that my “Silver Cross” doll’s pram was used as a make believe tank, so I won’t go into further details about that, except maybe to mention that those who could not fit into the pram could always be accompanying aircraft as they ran alongside with outstretched arms dipping and swaying in time to the engine noises blasting from each mouth.
Mainly we had variety in our games. Skipping was always popular with the girls; Double Dutch was played with two lengths of rope (by the way I don’t remember ever having handles – it was probably cut off from the end of a clothes line!)
Seems to be in a school grounds. Double ropes but no double skipper! |
No one needed exercise classes; everyday was one long exercise class. LS could easily have been the gym teacher – in fact she may well have played that part. She could contort her body backwards then walk like a crab with her head facing up.
Family photo of LS. in action |
I remember playing a game which if it had a name I can’t recall it. For this, four sticks of about 6 inches in length were required (if you could steal your mother’s clothes pins – they were ideal!) These were stood against a wall to resemble a cricket wicket; that is three sticks supporting one across the top.
The “IT” person stands about 8 feet away armed with a ball which is tossed at the wicket; the wicket scatters and so does everyone else. The aim is for someone to rebuild the wicket without getting hit with the ball that is now held by “IT”. Other than avoiding getting maliciously hit by the ball there didn’t seem to be much point to this game either.
A game mostly played by boys was: Conkers. I’m sure I would have had the skills but I must
have been too aware of the dangers to ever indulge in the conkers pastime. Conkers being those large nuts that grow
on horse chestnut trees throughout London.
Horse Chestnut before it becomes a Conker! |
Internet picture of boy with a sharp eye and all his teeth. |
Yes, they were so alike they could have been twins, as you can see from another image from the family album. |
Leap Frog in action - note the typical London paving stones - hence we walk on the pavement! |
But, we did have to come inside sometimes, so, we had to have inside games as well, after all it rains a lot in Britain. A popular one in our home was Housey-Housey which is the same as BINGO but with the word HOUSE across the top. This was not a game that was bought in a store, but one that Dad had made, with enough cards for all of us to play. Can’t remember what we used as counters, probably bits of paper. Dad was always the caller with all the standard fancy sayings such as “Under the H Legs Eleven, number eleven”. If you filled your card you would have a “Full House”. And that was the aim of the game – nothing less was allowed. No single lines, no diagonals, just everything or nothing. No money, no prizes but a wonderful satisfaction of having beat your sibling!
But just beware if you ever said; “I’m bored Dad”. Apart from being given the job of untangling string
and rolling it into a ball, if I said I was bored he was more likely to produce
a piece of paper (from where is a mystery) and a stub of pencil and I was told
to draw.
Perhaps that's why, like today’s children, the computer has become my piece of paper and my mouse takes over for the pencil stub as I play and play all day. Soon they’ll be telling me to go outside and get some fresh air!
Perhaps that's why, like today’s children, the computer has become my piece of paper and my mouse takes over for the pencil stub as I play and play all day. Soon they’ll be telling me to go outside and get some fresh air!
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