We played those as well when I was a bit older - and something with the dubious title “Strip Jack Naked” which is, I believe, also known as “Beggar my Neighbour”. The brother tried to teach me Poker but I never did understand that one.
Elastics, French skipping, marbles, conkers, tennis ball inside one if me mams stockings, used to thwack it with our back to the wall trying to avoid hitting our legs and body ha ha .
Used to do this hand clapping with a friend whilst reciting:
My father went to sea sea sea
To see what he could see see see
And all that he could see see see
Was the bottom of the deep blue sea
After we had moved away from the London area, I joined in with a group of others playing Rounders. Being within walking distance of Bushy Park, that was our game venue and where we spent most of our dry days away from the confines of our homes. One of our group had a father who was a cabinet maker and he made us a couple of rounders bats with four easily planted base marking posts. The balls were not proper rounders balls, but used tennis balls as that’s all we had.
That did not last though as when I was sent to boarding school, only school recognised games/sports could be played. I took to fencing, archery and rugby at school and rowing away from school together with cross country running. There was absolutely no time for anything else even at weekends while at school.
I used to like jacks, we had the little metal ones and a very bouncy little ball. I remember you used to be able to buy them in WH Smith’s
And there was the big skipping rope, of course, with two “Enders” turning it
I was so chuffed when I first learned to “run in’ I can hear that road hitting the ground in rhythm now and timing it just right to run in then jump
We used to skip to
All the girls in our town lead a happy life
Except for ….(name of the skipper …Mary!)
She wants to be a wife
And a wife she will be
And a courting she will go
Along with (insert one of the boys names!)
Because she loves him so
She kisses him, she hugs him
She sits upon his knee
She says ‘My darling,
Won’t you marry me?”
Yes, No,Yes, No…….
And then they’d turn the rope faster and faster until you were out on either yes or no, which foretold your romantic future with said boy!
I don’t know what it was called but I used to play a card game. I put a pack of cards individually face down on the floor, turn one over and turn it back and remember it. Then turn another over, if it matched the other I remove them both, if it didn’t i turn it back over and remember it then try another, I was very good at remembering them.