Multiracial Family. Childhood artefacts remembered – D.

I realised recently that I have not asked D. for his quick memories of the children’s childhood. For this exercise nobody has been allowed a long period of cogitation.

(Before I mention his memories, I should say that since I indulged in a few from my own childhood, I should here mention some that he remembered from his own childhood – namely digging a network of drains in his back garden staying on a family farm and working out bus timetables for a fictional bus company.)

He came up with the musical toy we had for Lucy, our first baby. It came from Switzerland and is still in use with the latest grandchild!

Next he chose the Mr Men books that we read to all the children.

I don’t know when the “Little Miss” books arrived. They were written later and were probably not in time for our girls.

Sam’s bike of course came up as a significant part of his boyhood.

. . . . . . . . . . . .as did the tank of tropical fish. I don’t know why I did not come up with the fish tank.

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Since D. often travelled abroad, I was the one who usually had to clean it out (not to mention who had to remove the poor little fish that died.)

As we talked about bringing up the children, we both remembered the intercom system that we had to use for our first babies. We lived in such an enormous manse and could not heat our bedroom enough to have the babies in, so we had to put them in a small bedroom and rely on the intercom.

One day I swear that a foreign language came through loud and clear. It must have been a quirk of the soundwaves. Sometimes one remembers the strangest things.