Toys in the attic

In which I find a treasure trove of Lego and wooden trains.

Window in an attic

The advantage of living in a house is that I now own an attic. I had to find out if I have a loft or an attic, apparently a loft is an open area, and an attic is enclosed and generally not inhabitable. As it requires the use of two lengths of ladder, squeezing through the hatch, and then dodging all the roof beams I am fairly sure we have an attic.

What is pretty clear are the uses most people have for this roof space. It becomes a general dumping ground for all the pieces of your life that you know you should through but don’t have the heart to get rid of. There may be a twelve key Casio keyboard with 12 beat settings but what if I need to play Ode to Joy to someone, and you never know when you’ll need an old (but broken) suitcase, and the Christmas decorations…foil shapes will come back into style.

Grandma G’s attic is like a mini-Toys ‘backwards R’ Us. Brown boxes filled with the toys me and my sisters used to play with waiting to be used by a new generation. There is a wooden train set made by my grandfather waiting to be rescued from beneath a Christmas tree (one of those fancy modern ones, I have the family heirloom tree up in my attic). We could bring down a box a year and still have enough to last us till they are teenagers.

As a child I was extremely lucky, my mother worked in a toy store. Not one of the giant out of town centres but a small independent store in my home town. This meant that I could have (within financial reason) any toy I wanted. I had Lego, Transformers, nothing was beyond reach. We would have had a Buzz Lightyear except nobody wanted one (There was a Furby at one point).

You can see the evil in it’s eyes

Thankfully we had the foresight to save these toys, and they now reside in the attic waiting for the appropriate age of Grandma G’s grandchildren. A plethora of toys from the 80’s and 90’s waiting to be rediscovered. Whether it is Duplo or Sylvanian Families, or even Pirate Lego (not illegally 3D printed bricks but buccaneer-based sets) The Feliciraptor and her peers will also have instant access to a generation of toys.

Except for Transformers, my beloved G1 Optimus Prime with trailer is no more. I wish I could say he went to a better home but I don’t know which home he went to. All of my Transformers, He-Man and Thundercats figures were sold at a Car Boot sale. My treasured childhood memories sold for 50p (and now they would be worth a lot more).

It had the trailer and everything (well apart from the yellow missiles).

If only I’d had my own attic, I could have saved him.

Author: geekergosum

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