I’m a sucker for old toys and more or less ran into the Toy Musuem the first morning it opened as part of this year’s Winterval Festival in Waterford.
In among the dolls, teddy bears, board games … was a rusty green car that drove me right back to the big hall in my grandmother’s house in Co. Meath and the car that had lived there since my mother was a child.
Visiting Granny’s was a huge adventure as she had a farm and lived just across the fields from our three first cousins who were almost identical ages to us.
Even though the cousins had daily access to the car, it was the vehicle that brought us together on wintery days as we pushed each other up and down the hall and plotted and planned our adventures like the kids in the Enid Blyton stories to which I was addicted.
I think I’m going to have to go back to the Toy Museum and find out about the generations of kids who played with that well-used, shiny and proud looking green car that looked like it was waiting for someone …..