As a five year old in 1968 and an only child, I have many fond memories of playtime, both alone and with a few cousins and neighborhood girls. My best friends were my dolls, of which there were many, but Mrs. Beasley was my favorite. On most Saturdays I would have an elaborate tea party with tiny cheese sandwiches, cookies and chocolate milk. Mrs. Beasley was usually seated on the porch swing smiling as I prepared the table with my tea set and the goodies that my grandmother had prepared. My poor grandfather had the honor of pulling the other doll guest up the walkway in my wagon and wait patiently as I arranged each one around the table.
Thinking about those tea parties on the porch makes me realize why I love to host themed dinner parties and tend to be the one planning my girls weekend activities each month.
The type of play I engaged in as a child involved a great deal of imagination which was usually brought to life in a sense by my loving grandparents. The actually allowed me to scatter hay on the lawn and leave water and carrots outside for Santa’s reindeer. In my opinion today’s youth aren’t encourage to learn how creative they can be if they simply let their imaginations soar.