Yes, Liz, exactly what I was thinking of - those tin telephones (they worked!) and dressing up - fine with mum till you started on her new clothes

Here are a few off the top of my head:
putting clothes through the mangle with grandma
selecting a feather duster from her huge collection of specialised ones
smelling my irish mum's soda bread from down the street
wearing your mum's high heels, and your dad's huge boats of shoes
singing old-fashioned songs from a songbook with grandpa
boiled sweets in an airtight jar with a rubber stopper (only one at a time)
learning copperplate handwriting with a tracing copybook
writing with a wooden nib pen, the inkwell clogged with blotting paper
licking out the cake mixture from the bowl
shrivelling ants with a magnifying glass in the sun (sorry!)
trying to parachute off the top of a shed with a sheet

Memories..tra la la la la laaa la
all the best!