vintage items in my home

modern kitchen with various glass jars and fruits on plate
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Those plastic toys that every kid

Owned in 1988,

I had the plastic ponies and a snail

That opened up to carry little woodland mice.

My parents had a teas maid in their room

And it would spring to life at six,

Singing golden oldie hits and boiling water

While they stirred beneath their duvets

In their flannel jimmy jams.

And when we made a call from home

We turned the dial and waited for the clicks,

Twirling cords around our nervous fingers as

We longed for boyfriends loving words.

And now I see these things in cases,

Exhibits for the younger folk to see

And marvel at the way we coped

Before the fancy mobile phones and broadband,

Wifi and our handheld games.

Now I just feel sad that they won’t know

That simple time and they’ll just laugh

At those things I once held dear, precious.

A part of me, my history.

There is a museum in the town that I live in and it has lots of historical artifacts. There are even old sweet shops and pubs where you can buy pick n mix and sit and have a pint.

At the back of the museum is an exhibit where you can see examples of living rooms and kitchens through the decades. It starts from about the 1950’s and goes right up to post 2000. I love looking at some of the appliances they had and the style of the decoration in each room.

However, last time I went I walked through the back part of the exhibit and found cases of appliances and some of them were from the 80s. And then I spotted loads of things that I remembered. There was a teas maid that my parents owned and a vacuum cleaner that we had in the house.

And in the toys section there were games that I had played as a child.

Noah gazed at all of these things and asked if I had actually played with these toys. He seemed amazed at the fact that I had toys that didn’t require batteries or wifi connection.

Seeing these items in a museum really made me feel quite old. I know that in the scheme of things I’m not that old at all, but seeing my old toys and realising that they are now so outdated took me aback.

It is lovely to see these old pieces of your past though. It’s like crawling up into your loft space and finding boxes of your old school books and paintings you did at playgroup. It feels like a hug from somewhere in the past, when life was safe and predictable; a life that I would quite like to go back to.

Much Love

Rachel xx

they make me feel so old

I don’t normally worry all that much about my age. I’m not one of those women that wears lots of make up or invests in expensive lotions and potions to keep the wrinkles at bay. But, every now and then I’m reminded how old I really am….and sometimes it is like I punch to the stomach.

I was teaching a Year 7 class the other day and one of the kids said that something had made him feel nostalgic. I asked him when it was from, thinking that he would say it was from the 1950’s or some other bygone era.

He said 2016.

My heart sank as I realised that these kids were born in 2008 and that was almost half a life time ago for them. For me, 2016 feels like yesterday.

I know that there are going to be so many things that I hear in school that make me feel this old. I could cringe and feel terrible, but I’m choosing to feel great about the fact that I’ve got a tonne of stories these kids are too young to have.

I’ve lived a life and I still have so much more to go; I may not even be half way yet, so how much more have I got to experience?

Much Love

Rachel xx