Girls often collected marbles of the prettier type too, but never played with them. Large intricate beads were highly prized, but вЂњtackersвЂќ were also preserved: these were the minature beads that came from the multi-strings of necklaces that were fashionable at the time. They were kept in tins lined with cotton wool. We were short enough then to skip with hoops too, although we got keener to spin them round our waists when the hula hoop rage started.Д¬ollecting beads was an obsession, and changing duplicates a favourite pastime. Numbers were placed on the top layer and fortunes underneath: one girl held it on her forefingers and thumbs, and another chose first the numbers and then the letters that would seal her assumed fate.Д¬hinese skipping, where a long piece of elastic was wrapped around the legs of two girls while a third jumped on it, came in only at the very end of my time at Pennycross, and was more popular with my younger sister Melanie.

Just to make sure, we also used to play with a square of paper with all the corners folded to the middle this was then turned over, and all the corners turned to the middle again. Some of this divination was done via skipping, and the rest by games in a circle. We also had games which would determine who the girl would marry, and how many children she would have. Other team skipping games could determine the initial of our sweetheart: after the some irrelevancy about raspberry tart we would get to the all-important line вЂњTell me the name of your sweetheartвЂќ and we would shout A, B, C, as the rope went round faster and faster, and the letter on which the person tripped provided the first letter of the sweetheartвЂ™s first name. If there was a large group, all the other girls would run through, one at a time, without missing a beat and without hitting the rope:ДЄnother game with the group involved one girl being invited in to skip, and then told to get out read for the next one: It was more fun, however, when two girls turned a long rope together. The one holding the rope had to be the taller of the two. Sometimes a girl would skip on their own, but often another girl joined in and the two skipped together, face to face. Here are the two most common dips that I remember: These were selected by means of a dip, which eliminated girls in the group one by one, until the required number of stooges were left. Many games needed people to do less interesting tasks, such as turning skipping ropes or giving the instructions while everyone else had the fun.

This game had to be played up against a wall, and the chant was based on 'One, two, three, O'Leary':.

This involved juggling with two balls, and chanting rhymes. I would love to know about it.Games played by girls in Plymouth, c.1960 If you have a song to add, just leave it in a comment at the bottom of the post. The rest I gathered from other bereaved moms. Even before creating this larger list, I had created my own that helped me get through grief after the death of Nora. Inspired by Carly Marie's #CaptureYourGrief October photo a day challenge, Day 9 - Music, I created a play list of 35 songs bereaved mothers identified that reminds them of their children. Ultimately, as Berger states, 'orientating (the bereaved) to both loss and restoration.' Here she talks about how using musical playlists helps the bereaved continue to create bonds through music they associate with the deceased. Berger states in her article Playing with Playlists in Techniques of Grief Therapy. Music to help the bereaved heal from grief is to help the bereaved person 'tell and retell their story both as orators and listeners' Joy S. Musical intervention to attend to one's mental health. Music Therapy is a a clinical and evidenced-based practice of using It's connection to the soul opens a special passage way to healing. Something, harmonious (and not just the notes) about music. I think no matter what our ability is to hit the right pitch or not, there is something releasing about singing. But with no one around and for the sake of my soul, I sang anyways. I'm such a bad singer my mother even told me never to sing. Now, if you know me, you would know I can't carry a tune to save my life. So in that moment I turned it up and starting belting out tunes at the top of my lungs. It's a song about being on your death bed and contemplating life here and after. It was a song I listened to when Nora was alive called, ' The Big White Gate' by Grace Potter and The Nocturnals. I usually cook with music on so I decided to turn the song up.

My sadness had found me as I was cooking dinner before Nick got home.

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