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[Dotta]

Yes!! What about those glass balls on a string? Anyone remember those clacker thingy’s? I had a green set and was pretty good at it. Hadn’t thought about that in decades, lol.

ETA - Knockers!

Yep!

Klik Klak or Tiki Tiki we called them

Our fingers were bruised.

 

[Gators North]

Didnt see a baton being mentioned unless I missed it. Loved my baton. Always wanted the easy bake oven, but I supposed Santa couldn't get it through the chimney.

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I was always really jealous of the girls who could actually twirl a baton. I’ve been a klutz since the day I was born and I can still trip going upstairs to this day.

 

[killarney rose]

I got clackers the Christmas of 1970. Went back to school with bruises up and down my lower arms. The school promptly banned clackers.

 

[Dotta]

I was always really jealous of the girls who could actually twirl a baton. I’ve been a klutz since the day I was born and I can still trip going upstairs to this day.

This is really a hard work to be able to do the tricks these girls perform.
And I mean HARD.

Many of my pupils (I teach in Primary School) practise
as being a Majorette is popular.

One of the girls had to quit at doctor's orders
as she hurt her knee due to constant jumping, squats and high kicks during training.

My school has a Majorette Team,
and even 1 Majorette boy
He causes furore among girls during performances hahaha

They travel across Poland and abroad (the whole of Europe)
to take part in events and Championships with other Teams.

We, as the School, are proud that they represent us

 

[Lilibet]

Oh
Majorettes with Batons

They are VERY popular in my country.

Here they are dancing
celebrating Day of brave Firefighters locally
With Firefighters' Orchestra!

Local Community at its best!!!
Polish people LOVE such events

They are equivalent to American Cheerleaders

Delightful!!

 

[tricia]

Yep!

Klik Klak or Tiki Tiki we called them

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Our fingers were bruised.

Dotta what a great picture. Thank you.

 

[tricia]

Did you know that Websleuths got a shout-out on the new CBS series Trackers?
This is very cool. Check out the video in this post on Websleuths.
Anyone watch Tracker on CBS?

 

[charminglane]

Didnt see a baton being mentioned unless I missed it. Loved my baton. Always wanted the easy bake oven, but I supposed Santa couldn't get it through the chimney.

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There is a baton under my work desk right this minute.
Inherited it from a retired librarian.
It reaches things on high, I can play with it, and it's a weapon since our baseball bat disappeared.

Plus, you never know when a parade might just pop up.

 

[Ghostwheel]

I know I will be odd person out, but when everything is under a single thread, it makes it hard to keep up and find what you wanted to go back and see. (Just try searching on an image....)

Because I'm an organized chaotic person, I'd like a Daily Threads forum, with a normal Daily Thread conversation per month as set out, and specialized other threads, like "Clothes-the Good, the Bad and the Ugly" or "Disatrophes of the Day" or "Who told me this Haircut Looked Good?" that are continuing. Personal stories only, not cut and paste from the web.

Yes, I have stacks of quality belongings everywhere, but I know what is in each stack and where to find what I want....

 

[Ghostwheel]

Yep!

Klik Klak or Tiki Tiki we called them

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Made of resin and we should have been wearing safety glasses. They shattered beautifully in the sun. Sparkles everywhere

 

[Ghostwheel]

Talking about tongues, when my kids were teenagers, the subject of inheritating traits came up.
It turned out two of my kids had the talent of being able to curl their tongues.

Must have been from their father because even though I tried and tried I was never able to do it.

See, and I thought because I could curl my tongue, everyone could do it. Who knew, since we were not allowed to stick out our tongues, you know?

 

[Sillybilly]

Yep!

Klik Klak or Tiki Tiki we called them

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Our fingers were bruised.

Hunter gatherers, kids toys, or modern day weaponry ??

Warriors with their bolas ... training for battle

from: Bolas - Wikipedia

 

[waitin'4thewrld2chg]

In the photo I am holding Barbie, the first child of a couple who rented the basement of our house for a time back in the day. I was very excited to be holding a newborn, as you can tell, and I always remembered the baby's birthday. (I have had an uncanny memory for birthdays all my life---except for the ones I never could and never will get straight to save my soul.)

Last February I found Barbie through Mr. Google and called her on her birthday! She lives a couple of states from me, and we both now live far from the state where we were born. We had a great conversation. She insisted I phone her mother the next day, which I did, and that was another great conversation. (As you see, my mother, probably like most mothers, always labelled all the photos in the album, but the spelling of Barbie's last name is a little off so Barbie is still anonymous.)

On another note, I was not raised Catholic but became Catholic as a young adult for quite a number of years. For many more years than that now, I have been a very happy Nothing (Burger). Earlier in this century I tutored adults in my home who wanted to improve either their English or their Spanish. One of my students was a Catholic priest from Colombia who spoke very good English but wanted to speak English even better. Such a lovely man.

In conversation with him one day the topic of religion and me came up. I became nervous. I had been hoping to avoid that topic. But I got an idea. I asked the good Father, "Do you know what a lapsed Catholic is?" He replied no (whew), so instead of providing him a nice explanation of what the term meant, I just declared somewhat proudly, "That's what I am!" and left it at that. Boom, it worked.

 

[Mo Thuairim]

My favourite childhood game
was the one of "rubber band,"
which involved jumping over a rubber band stretched from one person to the other;
the third jumped.

First,
the band was attached to the ankles,
then higher and higher,
until the jumping person couldn't manage to leap.

Record-holders could jump as high as... their necks!

Me!!!

I used a special technique to win


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Free time was spent mainly in the neighbourhood with home keys tied around our necks.
Just playing with friends was enough to keep smiles on our faces

This was my favourite childhood schoolyard game. We called it Elastics. Girls played it at every breaktime rain or shine in Ireland in the 1980s. What were the levels? Ankles, knees, low bumsies, high bumsies, waist...? It got fiendishly difficult the higher you went and the bands really hurt your legs whenever they snapped against them. Still the pain risk added to the adrenaline rush of jumping higher and higher!

 

[Skigh]

This was my favourite childhood schoolyard game. We called it Elastics. Girls played it at every breaktime rain or shine in Ireland in the 1980s. What were the levels? Ankles, knees, low bumsies, high bumsies, waist...? It got fiendishly difficult the higher you went and the bands really hurt your legs whenever they snapped against them. Still the pain risk added to the adrenaline rush of jumping higher and higher!

I loved playing it too. We called it French skipping .

 

[Mo Thuairim]

This was my favourite childhood schoolyard game. We called it Elastics. Girls played it at every breaktime rain or shine in Ireland in the 1980s. What were the levels? Ankles, knees, low bumsies, high bumsies, waist...? It got fiendishly difficult the higher you went and the bands really hurt your legs whenever they snapped against them. Still the pain risk added to the adrenaline rush of jumping higher and higher!

I forgot shins. Ankles, shins, knees... we also always laughed when we got to both 'bumsies' levels. Very mature.

 

[Dotta]

I forgot shins. Ankles, shins, knees... we also always laughed when we got to both 'bumsies' levels. Very mature.

Haha
We also made intricate patterns with the rubber band, jumping forward and then backward.
Not simple jumping
I made it to the neck level -
using high kicks, raising my legs overhead like a ballerina
HA!

 

[Mo Thuairim]

Haha
We also made intricate patterns with the rubber band, jumping forward and then backward.
Not simple jumping
I made it to the neck level -
using high kicks, raising my legs overhead .HA!

Oh yes, we did that too. The crossovers of the bands. There were lots of rules about where to place your legs and feet and when. And as it got higher, completing the patterns got far more difficult. And more risk of snapping your legs! Neck level was a rare nemesis for me (unless the girls anchoring the elastics were tiny). Waist was about my ceiling.

 

[MrsWatson]

It's so funny to look back at some of our childhood toys and realize how dangerous they were!

 

[Mo Thuairim]

It's so funny to look back at some of our childhood toys and realize how dangerous they were!

So dangerous! But it seems like most of our favourite games and pastimes back then were fraught with peril and that was half the fun. Every autumn we used to build 'dens' or 'forts' in the towering stacks of turf (peat) left piled up drying in the neighbourhood barns and sheds. They soared right up to the rafters and required ladders and a dash of fearlessness to access. We had rickety old furniture and cushions and reading materials and games in there to make our hideaways 'homey'. They were prone to dramatic and slightly terrifying turf avalanches though the longer we used them, and with regularity the furniture and children would suddenly all come tumbling down to the floor of the barn. Still we rebuilt and none of our parents ever told us not to!