For the children, or at least, some of them

Sorry for the previous post having digressed into the world of the macaron, especially when I had written that the next post would be on the Edinburgh Museum of Childhood.  Perhaps it was the joy that filled me knowing that the season of summer is over.  Anyway, after the morning's pickings through the fabrics, I found myself at the open gates (well, doors) of the Museum of Childhood.  In the guidebook, it had mentioned that the fellow who started the collection was not in the least bit interested in children, a fact which I can very much relate to, and was merely interested in the objects that had belonged to children.  There is clearly a difference, and this cannot be stated enough, particularly in a museum such as this one where only curious adults who have not lost all their innocence come to be delighted by the joys of yesteryear (and often things decades before one was born).  If children have any interest in these items, it is most likely to voice some obvious thing, such as "I have a bear too" or some such remark.

Really, there is so much or so little to say about the many objects on display, and I think that it is best to let the pictures (of which this is only a very very small assortment) should do the talking rather than I.

for those who love jelly babies- some early packaging.

didn't catch the date, but surely before the 1950s.

no cheap plastic here, and "Made in England"

some of the many bears seen during the trip- and there were many! 

this humpty is not going to fall.

in a cultural section, death is also a toy.

the curator who did not like children at all.