Old Finances (back in the day)

jannyannie

IDA NOTION you crack me up :rotfl:. Our cat used to have coley too, my Mum used to boil it up in a saucepan with milk in it and it stank!

Jan x

Justamum

GreyQueen wrote: »

Tressie dolls; I wanted one but wasn't allowed to have one (we was poor, cue mournful violins please) and saw one a few years ago at a bootsale and nearly........bu no.

We were poor too, but we got them for Christmas one year. I remember a girl at school came in with a Tiny Tears one time and I was soooooooo jealous!

sophsnan

Still got my tiny tears and my brass brownie badge checked them out on Eb y not going to make me a fortune.

GreyQueen

Justamum wrote: »

We were poor too, but we got them for Christmas one year. I remember a girl at school came in with a Tiny Tears one time and I was soooooooo jealous!

I did have one of those. And Mum used to knit it little outfits; dress, matinee jacket, bonnet and bootees............

I think I wanted a Tressie so much because they were heavily advertised on the telly.

We also (me and kid brother) used to get cast-off toys from the neighbour's kinds; they had 3 sons all a bit older than us. We used to get a lot of Action Men, often maimed in some manner; mine had a missing foot, and their little khaki outfits and black plastic army boots...boys had dollies, too, you see. :rotfl:

I particularly liked the Action Man Jeep and the Action Man Tank but brother was more enamoured of the Tonka Toy tipper truck, a bright yellow steel number which he sold as a collectable not too many years ago.

ani_26

That photo with all the orange patterns could have been anywhere in the 60's / 70's. MY mum had a different pattern on each wall, ceiling and floor. I recall my bedroom had orange and green patterned wallpaper, ( on seperate walls ), and a bright blue carpet. Maybe that's why i'm so mixed up!

The age of dark brown and olive green bathroom suites.

Hmmm clothes to wear in the house. I've always had those, and still do, to this day. Old habits die hard. Maybe thats why i attract strange looks, when i venture outside, in them. Maybe thats just my eccentricity.

Red_Doe

I remember best the decor from the sixties...all `new` shiny formica, plastic and spindly steel legs that still doesn`t look like it`d stand up in a stiff breeze! Mum had a radiogram, her pride and joy....all heavy teak, with a section for storing your LP`s (her first bought LP was David Bowie`s Ziggy Stardust I think, eek! It sat, later, next to Shirley Bassey and Tom Jones...) and a radio that could pick up lots of foreign stations.
When we got yuletide pressies, sis and me, she always got Barbie and I always got Sindy...can`t remember why. But one day the evil wee coo pulled all the heads off my Sindy dolls and put them down the loo! I never forgave her.
I remember making my own amusement as a child...building go-karts from splintery wood and rusty nails, and oh boy it did go fast though! Making `dens` in amongst bushes and scraping away soft earth under big boulders. I swung on tarzan swings out over a river and still can`t believe I never fell in! A lot of the time we did run around without shoes, because if we went back with them muddy mum would leather our ars..erm, behinds.

Butterfly_Brain

I remember one Christmas 1971 I think it was, getting a chopper bike (wish I still had it) a touch tapestry and a resin set that you could make paperweights and key rings out of, and you were high as a kite after using it:rotfl: H&S wise it would never be sold as a toy these days:eek:
It was one of our best Christmases as kids because Dad had steady work.

Anyone remember clackers and how many had smashed hands or broken wrists after using them

Anyone remember Adventure playgrounds, all made of tatty wood, rusty nails and rope but you did have adult supervision there ....great fun.

We had a den down by a little brook in a field and in the summer we were always playing in the fields or going up to the local farm to help out and we got free stuff from the farm shop as pay

ani_26

Butterfly_Brain wrote: »

I remember one Christmas 1971 I think it was, getting a chopper bike (wish I still had it) a touch tapestry and a resin set that you could make paperweights and key rings out of, and you were high as a kite after using it:rotfl: H&S wise it would never be sold as a toy these days:eek:
It was one of our best Christmases as kids because Dad had steady work.

Anyone remember clackers and how many had smashed hands or broken wrists after using them

Anyone remember Adventure playgrounds, all made of tatty wood, rusty nails and rope but you did have adult supervision there ....great fun.

We had a den down by a little brook in a field and in the summer we were always playing in the fields or going up to the local farm to help out and we got free stuff from the farm shop as pay

I had some clackers, until they were banned for as said above :rotfl:


These sort of adventure playgrounds have been reinvented haven't they? Of course, to comply with health and safety. Health and safety, what tosh.


What goes around, always comes around.

culpepper

We had clackers. My friend and I had the solid orange ones. It had just been on the news about them being dangerous and my friend managed to whack herself on the forehead with hers . I was sworn to secrecy as she knew if her mum discovered she had nearly brained herself with them, that would be the end of them.

The local park had swings and a roundabout,slides and a big rocking horse. There were toilets nearby covered in grafiti ,with permanently wet floors and no lighting and explicit cartoons painted on the walls behind the play park.
The witches hat roundabout was a favourite in the playground . My mum used to pull it round with everyone on it and chant out witch spells .
They were quite dangerous so you had to hold tight.
One of my work colleagues told me he had dislocated both knees on one as a child and had to crawl home for help.
One of the parks(there were 3) had rings and a trapeze ,a big cube climbing frame about 10 feet high and instead of a rocking horse, it was a pirate ship.

Ida_Notion

Justamum wrote: »

Did anybody else have a Tressie doll? The one where you could have the hair long or short? You pressed a button on her tummy and gently pulled out the hair, and if you wanted it short there was a special key which you used in her back to wind it back in.

I just had my Pippa doll and a rag doll called Jessie that my mum made for me when I was nine. I wasn't that much of a doll person in comparison to my youngest sister, who did manage to score herself a Tressie. Unfortunately for Tressie, I was interested in what made her work, so I took her head off without telling my sister and couldn't get it back on again. Tressie's mortal remains were eventually found by my mum, stuffed in the back of the airing cupboard when we moved. Oops.

My real passion was our roller skates. When I say 'our', I mean one pair of the old-fashioned type shared between the three of us. We'd take it in turns to have one each and kind of scoot along on one leg and skate on the other (I'm suddenly well aware of how sad this sounds, but we had fun although it probably looked even sadder ). Our favourite place to scoot/skate was down the sloping bits of subways close to the many tower blocks that surrounded us. Sometimes we'd even take turns to have two skates each while we were there :rotfl:

One day we discovered a hole in the floorboard under the coconut mat that was in a recess behind the front door, and that if you put your finger in it you could pull the piece of board up to reveal a little space underneath. We decided to keep our skates there and were well pleased with our secret hiding place until one day when we were met at school by my mum and dad, who told us that we'd moved into a council house that day and wouldn't be going back ('Oh, and about your sister's Tressie..!'). I sometimes wonder if our skates are still there