When I would go to my Grandmother's, we had a drawer in a cabinet that had a couple toys in it. Nothing extravagant, a small car or two and a plastic rattle with liquid and colorful balls that floated down. Doesn't seem like much of a toy but we could spend hours turning it upside down and guessing which would be the last color to go down. There was a book of children's poems and one of prayers with beautiful angels in it and a deck of cards.
But the few things would keep me busy for days. Why is it the less we have, the more time we spend on something. Kid's have so much now and it all gets torn out for 1 minute and it's on to the next thing.
I remember grandma telling me they would get an apple or sweets for Christmas. What was up with that? But if that was what you got each year, you didn't expect much more. Seems things were simpler then.