Toy cupboard

No, never had a toy cupboard. My dad was in the army and on my 21st birthday I calculated that I had had 21 'permanent' addresses.

I used to pride myself that I could get everything I owned into an old baked bean box from the grocers. Three dolls and half a dozen books I refused to be separated from.

At various times I did have a dolls house and a pram, but they rarely travelled with us to the next home.

Nope. But we did have a beach, a wood, fields and a barn!

We had a playroom which was, in fact. an cold unfurnished store room where we played when it was wet.

We had a huge field, with a big Brook and a little Brook, we had the hills just beyond the Brooks, a waterfall and woods - all shared with all the other kids in the village.

Like M0nica I travelled around so much any toys were small and easily packed. When we finally returned to UK I was no longer interested in toys but had loads of books.

There were three of us and we shared the cupboard under the stairs. We each had a cardboard box with our toys in. The cupboard also contained a shelf for shoes and the polish box, the ironing board, and the vacuum cleaner.
What different lives we lived back then.

I don't remember having many toys.
Dad built a swing when I was about 8. An aunt in the USA sent me a really tall doll. At about 10 I got a bicycyle, adult size with wooden blocks on the pedals and I had to use a set of steps to launch myself.
At my grandmother's I had a blackboard and chalks.

On a Thursday night my father brought me the Girls Crystal and Bunty. My brother got Beano and Dandy.
The local library was also well used.

No, didn’t have a toy cupboard, my toys ( very few) were kept in the bedroom on the floor, and apart from annuals, books came and went from the library.
Our DC all had a toy box though, and a bookshelf full of books.
DGC have what seems like whole rooms full of toys.

I never had a toy cupboard - our terraced house was not much bigger than a toy cupboard, but it managed to house a pram and various dolls, a dolls house, a desk made by my brother in law and - much to my mother’s displeasure - an electric train set. It was manageable to start with; but my dad would come home with various bits of extra rolling stock and track which meant that a large wooden base had to be provided for it, which took up a considerable amount of our tiny living room and had to be stowed away somewhere when not in use. Mother put her foot down in the end and my dad sold it, but in order to mollify me, he had to promise me a bike - I waited a long time for it though! Like some on here, my children’s toys had to be portable enough to go in MFO boxes as we moved from one military posting to the next. The less said about my grandson’s toy collection the better ?‍♀️!

There weren't many toys but I honestly don't remember where they were kept except on or under the bed. Dad made bookshelves so the books had a home at least.

My DGC's toys and games are in boxes and bags all over my house!! Maybe I should be more accepting of their phones and i pads. At least they don't take up much room!!

We had a large toy box, at least it seemed really large. Big enough to hide in. Everything had to go in there, and the lid must shut in case mum noticed! Then she would open it up and the fun would begin. She would throw out all our toys - sometimes even launch one down the hall if she was really angry. happy days!

I had a large cupboard that you could walk into for my toys. I used to dream that they all woke up in the middle of the night and had their own play time

We had dad's old van, for some reason the doors didn't work so the engine was removed and we went in and out through the bonnet and stored our swag in there. We had home built go cart and the great out doors, I had loads of books and the library and a succession of mad dogs. Bliss.

I had a kind of walk in toy cupboard. It was huge but had a sloping roof so only a child could stand up in it. Perfect.

I had lots of dolls, the latest games and loads of books. Oh and heaps and heaps of stationary, which I have always loved. Writing books of every shape and size imaginable. Pens, pencils, rubbers (oh joy), sharpeners.... My late granddad used to be secretary of the local leek club so we always got the left over tickets and prize sheets to play with... heaven.

The Christmas just before I was 11 (1972) I got a real stereo record player together with 2 LP's ! How lucky I was.

No toy cupboard. Had a few, but enough toys. Made my dolls house and furniture out of cardboard boxes...and made my money out of the glossy old toilet paper and buttons for playing shops with. Happy as Larry!
I work in a charity shop and last week a lady brought in 4 sacks of her daughters soft toys as she had grown out them....we counted 72 fluffy animals!!!! We really live in a "throwaway" society.

Don't remember many toys. Wasn't a dolly kind of child. Books, books, books (with a shelf) and a beloved paintbox are my memories. I recollect a colour by numbers, a magic paint-book which coloured when water was applied and just regular coloured paper for me to use my natural talent - of which there was very little! I remember these simples pleasures with a great deal of joy even now.

I never had a toy cupboard but my daughter had one in our home. Sadly, it is now just a cupboard to put things out of sight when visitors come! It does occasionally get emptied and tidied, but soon returns to its chaotic state.

We didn't have a toy cupboard, or brooks and streams and hills, but we did have bomb sites

I had a toy-cupboard. It was two big shelves in the kitchen where I kept board games, packs of cards and construction toys. My dolls and books lived in my bedroom though, as did stationary.
When my own children were small we had a lovely old Scottish linen cupboard of board games and craft items. I still have the cupboard but over the years the least loved games have gone and other things have moved into the vacated space.

No need for a toy cupboard didn't have many toys played outside most of the time

I had a cupboard with a door on the left and 2 or 3 drawers on the right. I think I used to empty the cupboard side out and climb in and pretend I was in Cinderella's coach.

I am very careful not to buy too many toys for the DGC, especially as we usually have to post them or pack them in a case when we visit. Books are the better investment.

When clearing out, I try to chuck out all the soft toys and cheap plastic items that accumulated when my own DS were small, so I never get anything like that for the DGC.

I had a big toy box that I could hide inside.
I did have a lot of toys but some were made by my grandfather & dad- both excellent woodworkers & my dad was an electrical engineer so my doll's house had real working lights. I had string puppets with lovely clothes my Mum made. My farmhouse had a proper thatched roof & dutch doors on the stables with real hay in the stalls. They were too big to go in box but had pride of place on a table in my room. I was aware even then that I was very lucky.
How I would have loved these wonderful things for my own children & GC but Mum decided one day when I was at school that these & my large collection of foreign dolls (my aunt & uncle travelled the world with the Airforce & brought me a doll from every country they visited) should be given to a local children's home as in her opinion I was getting too old for them. I was heartbroken. They would have been brilliant family heirlooms. Probably why I have great difficulty throwing things away this day,

We had a whole playroom, as the only house my parents had been able to afford was really too big for a family of four.

Out playroom was rigorously divide up into my end and my sister's. There was an age gap of 3½ years which is a lifetime when you are small. She was careless of her toys, I loved my huge family of dolls and teddies and supplemented the dolls' pram, cot and beds I had with boxes - any and all kind from a wooden sugar box to shoeboxes so all my dolls had beds, even if some of them slept three to a bed!
We had tons of toys, as great-aunts and others of that generation disparagingly remarked. Heaven knows how my parents afforded it, as they were not well off, but bless them for it!
And yes, I had an old wooden trunk, and my sister an old tin trunk to keep balls, cars, skipping ropes etc in.

I had a toy box, I think. Not very big because I didn't have many toys. I was a wartime child, almost pre-war, so toys were mostly home-made. Luckily my mother was good at this. She made a koala and a wonderful monkey which stretched and stretched (it wasn’t meant to) until it was the longest monkey in the world. I also had a cloth elephant that had belonged to her when she was little. I did have a couple of dolls, but I preferred animals.

One thing I remember with interest is that when I was nine, not far off ten, I was very ill with mastoiditis, and my grandfather (who was not given to spending) bought me a toy farm with cows and sheep and hens, a farmer and his wife and a milkmaid. I absolutely adored this, and was still playing with it when I was 12. I can’t imagine this happening nowadays. Also, my doctor gave me a lovely book, Peter Pan. I can’t imagine family doctors giving patients presents now. It probably isn’t allowed.

I think there was a cupboard in my bedroom where toys were stored but I can't really remember. I did have quite a lot of toys though. A big walking doll called Marilyn and subsequently got one of the first rooted hair plastic dolls, my two teds which I still have, a Silver Cross dolls pram which I swapped for a pushchair when I was a bit older - my mother was furious - I understood why when I grew up! My dad made me a dolls house bungalow with real working lights too. He would take me out on a Thurs afternoon to the toyshop where I could chose something for it - a red metal telephone and tiny dolls pram were favourites. I too had string puppets - one was a Pelham but they made the other one from a kit I think - dad made me a puppet theatre which had purple velvet curtains. He also made me a small wardrobe and chest of drawers for my dolls clothes - we still had the chest of drawers when we got married and used to keep all the money for rent, electric etc in envelopes in it . I spent the first 8 years of my life living in a terrace 2 up 2 down which was also a fish shop so the actual shop floor was my playground after closing. I had a wigwam in there at some point but I did play outside and remember playing with the corner (pokey) chip bags and filling them with stones in the gutter