Childhood Treasures

A collection of my past or suggestions of childhood rest on this old suitcase.

My childhood swimming

In Memory’s vast ocean

Unclear in the depths



La duchesse d’Erat has introduced a weekly challenge and has suggested a list of your Childhood Treasures; A toy, a smell, a Proustian madeleine,something from the school playground, or maybe a crazy laugh.

I found thinking back on my childhood to identify treasures very difficult. I was very blessed to have a magical childhood so to extricate 6 treasures from it is difficult. To objectify a time is difficult in itself but when childhood to me remains more of feelings and emotions than events or items it becomes even harder.

I collected a few items around the house which do remind me of some treasured memories and share them below.

List of my Childhood Treasures

1/ My first teddy bear squeezed so much that it will never recover. Saturated with the tears of childhood and whispered secrets, “Little Ted” knows all.

2/ My great grandmother’s majong set. An eternal source of “romance” to me; a treasure box of exotic and mysterious lands. We always had games in the house and loved playing cards or scrabble. Monopoly however…

3/ An old wind up train. I hardly knew one of my grandfathers as he lived beyond our reach but I still recall the memory of a four year old – a sun filled room in a house by a lake where I met him for the first time, kneeling on the floor by the wind up railway he had put together just for me.

4/ Music. As I couldn’t fit a piano in the shot the balalaika had to do. We had a young life filled with music and I loved watching my mother playing at the piano in my grandparents beautiful old house although I cannot remember the tune.

5/ Old books. My grandfather was an author of children’s books and always had a huge library where we could take the books and read. I grew to love the feel and smell of old books and the joy and endless mystery of how black symbols on a page caused your mind to create a kaleidoscope of images.

6/ My amazing father. He worked so hard. Every day he would get up at 4 and come home with a distinct smell of grease and metal. I loved to watch him working around the house, making it a home and then helping us build magical sandcastles on the beach as other children spontaneously joined us, entranced by his quiet goodness.

My Grandmother is in a league all of her own and too great a creator of treasured memories to add to this list. She is an encyclopedia in itself.


The Great Book of Lists, chapter 1.1 : Treasures from Childhood


    1. Thank you so much for the reblog and your kind words. I was sorry to read about your toys. I am sure no one at the time thought of how significant they could have been but I have tried to hold onto any special toys my kids have had so that one day they may want them again for whatever reason. They are markers of a part of your life after all. Best wishes! TJ

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  1. What wonderful treasure you have there TJ. I loved reading all about them, you did indeed have a wonderful childhood by the sounds of it. The photo and haiku fit together perfectly. 🙂

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    1. Thanks so much Judy. I was blessed and I know that many out there have not had easy childhoods which is very hard. I know how fortunate I was to grow up in a functional and loving family.

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