Hashing out my stories

Archive for May, 2014

Triggers: Objects, people, food, places etc

Vintage Screen Printed Scandanavian Elf Gnome by Sweet History

Vintage Screen Printed Scandinavian Elf Gnome by Sweet History

 

Looking over my lists of memories that I’d like to write about, I realized that I hadn’t included things such as items I loved, or food I enjoyed, music I got into, my heroes and so on. Then I thought – I don’t want this memoir to become the written version of a hoarders show! However – I can’t resist ‘cataloging’ these things, along with the events and people in my life, as they do contribute to the building blocks of who I have become. (My brain is weary after a long week at my tiresome job – so please forgive my grammar slippings and stunted creativity! I will endeavor to polish these turds when I end up actually putting this memoir together!)

The above picture is of a Scandinavian Elf that was hanging up in the lounge room when I was a child. You can see the name ‘Sassi’ down the bottom, and that’s what I called him. Of course, when I was young, I thought he was real and for some reason assumed he was related to my mystical mountain that I always dreamed about. Through the divorces of my parents, growing up etc, Sassi disappeared, but one day, I was shopping online (Etsy) and found him! Naturally, I paid the minimal price they were asking and received the wall hanging in the mail a week later. I’m such a child – but I had to have it! Getting older means harking back to the old days and reminiscing (which I’m doing a hell of a lot of these days), and yearning for the things that meant a lot to you. I don’t need lots of expensive jewelry or ugly over-priced handbags! Give me books, music, movies and nostalgia and I’m as happy as a pig in shit!

Candy cigarettes

Candy cigarettes

 

What with political correctness and health officials (rightfully so, I suppose) doing their best to keep children safe and healthy, candy cigarettes are a no-no these days. But when I was a kid they were all the rage and they had little red tips at the end to make it look like you were actually smoking a lit cigarette. I remember walking around like Lady Muck with my friends, talking like what we thought were grown women, saying things like “Oh yes, you know..I agree..!” and so on, with haughty voices and tapping the imaginary ash.

Play ironing (Shudder)

Play ironing (Shudder)

If I had a daughter I would never have bought her toys like this! Sexist horror – but I do remember my little iron with the cord and the suction cup at the end, which would stick on the wall. When mum ironed I would set mine up and do the dolls clothes alongside her.

Birds nests

Birds nests

It was always special to find a nest – and even more special to find an egg! The adults would always tell us to stay away from them in case we got ‘bird lice’. I never got ‘bird lice’. I also collected feathers, leaves, gum nuts, seed pods, skulls, rocks, shells and anything else I could get my hands on.

Holding buttercups under your chin to see if you liked butter or not.

Holding buttercups under your chin to see if you liked butter or not.

We all loved butter! This memory goes hand in hand with blowing the dandelions and making wishes, making daisy chains, looking for fairy rings made out of toadstools, playing in sticklegrass and so on.

Choo Choo bars

Choo Choo bars

Everyone’s breath smelled like licorice. They were hard but after a while they would get chewy and gooey.

 

Strawberry Pops

Strawberry Pops

Where did Strawberry Pops go?! I loved having these for breakfast.

Holly Hobby

Holly Hobbie

 

You never saw her face.

Lindsay Wagner

Lindsay Wagner

I wanted the Bionic Woman to be my mother! I fantasized about it all the time. Those were the years when things at home were getting worse. I either wanted to run away and live with Lindsay Wagner or be her!

Francoise Hardy

Francoise Hardy

I loved her music and loved her. I wanted to be her too!

ABBA

ABBA

Like most youngsters in the seventies – especially in Australia – I was smitten by ABBA. My friends and I would pretend to be them and mime their songs. Everyone fought over who would be Agnetha and I was always supposed to be Frida! (She was just as good though!)

Paper fortune teller

Paper fortune teller

I made so many of these. So ironic that the answers were deliberately written according to the desired results!

 

Fuzzy felt ballet

Fuzzy felt ballet

 

This was magic to me! I preferred playing with this, rather than going to real ballet lessons. I was no good and later, when I went to Jazz ballet, I realized I was no good at that either. I like Homer Simpson’s response to dancing “It’s the lowest form of communication!” Ha ha! I remember when my cousin and I would be dropped off to the lessons and the sign said “Private Road”. We used to giggle, imagining girls’ private parts jumping around everywhere. I also remember the snobby girls and their equally snobby mothers, who would stick their noses up in the air when we’d walk in. The snobby girls would walk like Charlie Chaplin and I just didn’t get it. I didn’t get why they thought they were so good.

Chrissy Dolls

Chrissy Dolls

These dolls were great fun, as they had a button in their backs that you pushed to make their hair grow. Then you’d wind it back up.

 

Deelie Bobbers

Deelie Bobbers

 

Simple – but they would keep me out of trouble for a long time!

Swap cards

Swap cards

 

I had a heap of them. My mother still collects them! You’d swap between your friends and collect series of them.

Drive Ins

Drive Ins

 

I have a lot of fun memories of drive ins – as a child as well as a teenager! The ones I would go to had swings and playgrounds down the front and it was safe enough for us kids to go and play before the movie started, or if we got bored and the parents kicked us out of the car!

Light as a feather... stiff as a board. It really worked too!

Light as a feather… stiff as a board. It really worked too!

 

Leif Garrett

Leif Garrett

 

Loved him – for a while.

Playing foursquare

Playing foursquare

 

There are far too many more but I’ll attempt them at another time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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