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Quien recuerda esta forma de recreación que teníamos cuando no existían celulares, ni iPad, ni aplicaciones ni nada! #Kalkitos #JuegosdelAyer https://www.instagram.com/p/BsYUxoTFHngZImOz-_hhUUsT93wu7fyWsz59wo0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=tcjcmyjjb64a

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Kalkitos. Dibujos adhesivos. La batalla de Midway. 1977.

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Os Kalkitos

Os Kalkitos eram uma daquelas novidades anunciadas na TV que toda a criança queria consumir com sofreguidão, não só porque pareciam muito giros, como principalmente porque davam na televisão e como davam na televisão todas as crianças sonhavam com eles e mostravam-nos com desdém aos colegas e amigos, como quem pensa "toma, toma, eu já tenho e tu não tens!".

Na verdade os Kalkitos eram uma folha de papel (de boa gramagem e impressão a cores, reconheço) e um conjunto de autocolantes. A folha de papel era o cenário, havia um na lua, outro na praia, outro ainda no faroeste e por aí fora, e os autocolantes os personagens e objectos, que a criança descolava com muito cuidado e depois colava, onde lhe apetecia, no cenário.

Esta liberdade no ato de colar o autocolante passava por um importante incentivo à criatividade da criança, porque podia desafiar as regras e as convenções e reinterpretar aventuras à sua maneira individual e arrojada.

Na prática havia dois tipos de crianças no que concerne aos Kalkitos: a criança organizada que colava com muito cuidado os autocolantes todos nos sítios mais indicados, provavelmente depois de realizar pesquisas e inquéritos junto dos professores e encarregados de educação, quem sabe até se consultas a bibliotecas e tudo (já que na altura não existia a internet); e a criança desorganizada que colava as figuras à balda, com animais no céu e nuvens na terra, por vezes não porque assim ficasse melhor mas porque foi onde calhou e depois já não era possível descolar a porcaria do autocolante sem rasgar o papel (eu sei porque experimentei a sensação de frustração).

Eu integrava-me claramente na segunda categoria.

E para nós, os artistas abstractos do autocolante, que colavam ao sabor da improvisação e do imprevisto, o jogo tinha um enorme defeito: ao fim de cinco minutos os Kalkitos estavam todos colados e depois aquilo perdia a graça toda. Já não havia mais nada para fazer. Se os tentasse reorganizar o papel rasgava e a coisa não tinha ponta por onde se pegar. Além disso, por estar colada à balda, nem sequer servia para mostrar a ninguém.

Enganaram-me só uma vez. Daí para a frente nunca mais quis saber dos Kalkitos.

Mas havia quem guardasse religiosamente os papéis, com a colecção completa e os autocolantes todos nos sítios certos, para mostrar às amigas e aos pais das amigas.

Eu por mim essa gente, era acabar com elas.

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Sekolah Tun Fatimah : 20200117 Lawatan Hujung Minggu. Singgah jap nengokkan si iqa. Balik. Sempat kena pow dengan si ensem. Beli tampal tampal katanya. Teringat jaman main kalkitos dulu. (at Sekolah Tun Fatimah) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8APu0vJAyD/?igshid=xrx69mikoyg9

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Thing’s Ain’t What they Used to Be...

I’m not quite ready for my pine box yet, however I have been around long enough to watch a great deal of change in both things like technology (I was a proud owner of one of the first Binatone black and white pong machines and have been a gamer all my life), and the general zeitgeist in regard to pretty much most other areas of life.

I was talking with my son a few days ago, prompted by a massive whine from him about him having to do chores. To put some perspective on this, he’s 11 years old and is expected to empty bins, unload and put away the contents of the dishwasher, grab the mail as he walks past on his way back from school, tidy his bedroom, playroom, bathroom (a child having their own bathroom! Not in 1970’s England we didn’t!), and setting the table for dinner.

Depending on how well he does at doing these things, without having to be told to do them and supervised, he gets a greater or lesser pocket money at the end of the week. We’re really just trying to promote not only some kind of work ethic, but also independence of action and the concept of performance affecting outcome in life.

Casting my mind back to my own childhood, I remember how different things were. As a child I was always hungry for money to spend on stuff I wanted. Generally total junk (many times I would blow a whole week’s wages on Kalkitos transfer sets (see end of article) :P), but to me it was cool that I could get things without needing parental supervision.

In my day, most kids who wanted money did a paper round. There was the odd lucky one who hit the jackpot and got hold of a job as a helper on a milk round, which paid about 5-10 times as much, but that’s not what I got. (Just in case I’m losing people here, at this time it was normal to have people come round and deliver fresh milk, yoghurts, and orange juice kinda stuff each morning. Crazy idea huh.)

It was a local newsagent where I got my first ever. The rounds started when you had to report in at about 6 in the morning. You would then sort and number your papers for your round (maybe 50 deliveries), and away you go. The rounds often covered several estates and could involve blocks of flats (apartments) as well as normal houses.

Unlike in the USA as we often saw on the TV (with a total of 3 channels that stopped broadcasting at midnight!), this was no “ride by shooting” type delivery. You had to go all the way to the door, avoid getting eaten by the dog, and post paper through the letterbox. The whole round would probably take about an hour and a half, if you were only doing a “single”. Some people did two rounds per morning, or extra if one of the other children were off sick/eaten by dog/or just plain MIA.

This was from Monday to Saturday inclusive. Sunday there were also deliveries and most people worked those too, as they started later and you earned a separate pay for those, although with all the Sunday supplements in the papers, the bags we were carrying felt like they contained a small family car.

Again, we are talking about the 1970’s in the England. I remember that most of the year it was pitch dark, just starting to get light as I got home, coloured black from the not yet dried printing ink on the

papers. If it wasn’t raining, it was freezing. Come snow, sleet, fog, hailstorm and hurricane, out we went. The papers had to get through!

For all of the above, we received the princely sum (and I do remember it to this day) of 5 pounds and 75 pence per week. Couple of pounds more if we had done 7 days and worked Sunday too. I had this job for a couple of years, but I am struggling to believe how old I must have been when I started it (I’m sure it wouldn’t be legal today in the USA). I recall I changed schools when I had just turned 10 years old, and I was doing the round prior to that so was probably 10 or 11 when I started.

Much as I can’t imagine allowing my son to get a job like that (A: We are in the USA now and School starts much earlier and B: To be honest he’d get lost as soon as he reached the end of the driveway and would never be seen again), it did teach me a huge number of invaluable life lessons and made me much more of an independent type person that I see in most children today.

Looking back, the whole thing was really pretty hellish, but there was that feeling come Saturday morning when you went in and got paid for the week that was something special. Not pocket money, my own hard earned money from my own job. Not a sense of entitlement but a really “grown up” feeling.

If you told that kind of thing to most kids today (as I did to my son), they are likely to look at you like you’re some kind of mental case for even suggesting that such a thing could occur. However I’m sure there are many of you who can recall these kinds of things going on (at least the British readers, we didn’t know much about what was going on in the USA in those days so I can’t really comment.)

I’m not saying that there’s no kids today who don’t know the meaning of the word “work”, and I’m also not saying that the kind of things that I’m describing are the best way forward and should be happening today. I’m really just reflecting on how attitudes have changed and that although this is generally for the better, some positive things have perhaps been lost along the way.

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Layan pulak main tampal tampal ni. Ngimbau pulak jaman dedolu gi emporium beli kalkitos (at Angsana Johor Bahru Mall) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7ai9ZSh6UG/?igshid=18t963uo25kbk

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Los KALKITOS han sido parte de mi infancia y de la de muchxs. Con ellos se construían situaciones en un escenario que te permitía crear a tu gusto. 

Hace unos años conseguí este, el numero 4 del año 1. De DC Comics.

"Impreso en Argentina con una lamina de transferencia manufacturada en Italia" Y es de la Mujer Maravilla. Icono de nuestra infancia también. 

En este Blog he encontrado la siguiente info: 

"Los kalkitos aparecieron por primera vez en España en 1979. Consistían en una especie de álbum con una ilustración a modo de fondo panorámico, donde se iban calcando las distintas figuritas donde uno quería, que venían en una hoja platisficada. El entretenimiento consistía en con colocar la imagen donde uno quería y transferirla con ayuda de un lápiz o bolígrafo y montarte tu propia historia. Los kalkitos se vendían en los kioscos y librerías y había personajes e historias para todos los gustos: El Oso Yogui, Los Picapiedras y Alicia en el país de las maravillas, 20.000 leguas de viaje submarino ...."

Y he dado con una pagina oficial: http://www.kalkitos.sg/

Este Kalkito es parte de la Biblioteca/Museo LGTBI "Oscar Hermes Villordo" ya tiene su lugar junto a otros chiches, objetos y un poco de tierra también, como verás en la última foto. 

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