Childhood & Sentimental memories

buxtonrabbitgreen

icecubequeen wrote: »

I still do that sometimes, sugar and vinegar on lettuce, is best on iceburg lettuce!!

Think my gran used to do it, as my mum did it, and got me into it.

tis yummy!

My dad used to make us secret sugar and lettuce sandwiches too. What a treat.

gingerchick

Just spent most of the evening reading this fantastic thread.
Brings back so many memories.
Here's mine.

Heinz Tomato soup every Saturday lunchtime.

Sugar butties!:eek:

Grandma's home-made mushroom soup(yummy)

Licking the bowl when grandma had finished her baking.

Picking and shelling fresh peas from Aunty Joyce's garden and eating more than I should have.

water fights over the garden fence with next door's kids using empty washing up bottles.

Listening and trying to tape the top 40 on a sunday evening.

dad decorating the living room with some god awful 70's wallpaper, but us kids writing on the plaster 'I woz ere!' before the paper went up.

walking with Grandma by the rivers edge collecting wood for the fire. Taking our 'bagin' (snack) with us.
Also in the fields collecting blackberries and being scared of the cows in there.

Pretending to have a cough so mum would give us buttercup syrup (yummy)

Eating dog biscuits and thinking they were great!:eek:

My brother getting the dandy and me getting the beano every week.

Putting the tent up in the garden and then it always seemed to rain.


Oh and I'm originally from Lancashire and I was always told 'there and back to see how far it is!'

Also when asking for something my mum always used to come out with 'you can have a monkey on a stick' :rotfl:

Also just remembered when going on holidays, we always used to sing this in the car..

'oh we're off, we're off, we're off in a motor car,
sixty bobbies are after us and we don't know where we are'

There is more to it but I really do need to go to bed

lil_me

Holidays always on a train or bus (parents prefered train as we were always sick on buses) usually same hotel in Scarbrough. Barley sugar always made us more sick! Mum swore it worked!

Sunday lunches at Nana's house if we went to visit, usually at least 30 people there, used to love that, playing with our cousins in their house (20 of us) The smell of white pepper and her gravy sticks with me now. Watching with envy as the 'men' tucked in to a giant yorkshire filled with gravy as a starter (kids got the little ones)

Grandad bred rabbits for food but he was given a pet breed one by accident once so I got a new pet Helping with the pigeons, rabbits etc and on the allotment

Dad teaching me how to knit, sew, cross stitch etc (Yes I said Dad, Mam didn't have the patience)

Dad teaching me how to make lasagne, still my speciality now

Tea, toast and lemon cheese, Dad used to make us it for breakfast, always warmed our PJs in the airing cupboard on cold nights too.

Grandad's pies, wish I got the recipe off him before he passed away, were so nice he even made them for the local butchers.

Poet_2

we had the Alpine pop man visit us and we'd get cream soda, my dad would make us ice cream soda and it fascinated me when the pop fizzed like mad when he dropped a scoop of ice cream in.

My mum would bring us a huge bag of our favourite crisps and a big bar of chocolate home on a friday afternoon, just in time for settling down in front of Crackerjack! :0)

Saturdays was always shopping round town then last stop was M&S so we could choose some nice finger food for a night in fornt of the telly (mum's night off) the only night we were allowed to eat a meal in front of the TV, some sort of sandwich, usually tinned salmon, then cakes from our local bakery (which has closed now, they made the most amazing cakes!!!! they didn't go bust, the baker just retired, a sad day that is still mourned in the town where I live!) crisps and other nice things while we watched The Generation Game, Juliet Bravo etc.

Sunday was up early for church, porridge with milk and sugar then when we got home then a B&W film on TV or we 'played out' while mum made the roast. Sometimes we went to our Nana's and she'd have always baked some tasty treats.

I'm going to have to stop now or I'm going to cry!

oh and sugar butties or lettuce leaves dipped in sugar! and lucky bags from the sweet shop and egg mashed in a cup with salt and soldiers if we were poorly...

Bobbykins

Gingerchick............
"we fell, we fell, we fell in a dirty well, sixty bobbies were after us and they fell in as well!" :rotfl: :rotfl: :rotfl:

or how about....

"there were chips, chips, big as battle ships in the stores, in the stores,
there were chips, chips, big as battle ships in the quartermasters stores"

Oh blimey, we ALWAYS had to have a sing song when we were going somewhere in the car, with Dad leading the chorus......you've reminded me of SO much!

Ten green bottles.....
Green grow the rushes oh......
Ten men went to mow...........

:rotfl: :rotfl: :rotfl: :rotfl:

pounds_and_pensive

"Daisy, Daisy, the coppers are after you,
And when they catch you, they'll give you a year or two.
They'll tie you up with wire
Inside a Black Mar-i-ah
And you'll look sweet
Upon the seat
With a bobby each side of you!"

No wonder my mum's favourite travel game was 'quiet for the longest'!

Iguana

lil_me wrote: »

Holidays always on a train or bus (parents prefered train as we were always sick on buses) . Barley sugar always made us more sick! Mum swore it worked!

always warmed our PJs in the airing cupboard on cold nights too.

Littlehampton on the train

warming pyjamas in front of the coal fire.

Olliebeak

Although I lived with my grandparents when very young, I went to live with my parents and the rest of the family when I was around 13. It was quite strange being part of a family after being an 'only-child' for so long. I'd only been used to having days out with 'old people' - very staid and quiet affairs!

Around 1965 Dad bought a Commer Caravanette and we then spent our family holidays touring around the Lake District, North Wales and Scotland. After the first holiday, it became very obvious that the caravanette was just a little cramped for Mum and Dad, four kids (14,12,9 and 5) AND a dog to sleep in! So Dad went out and bought a frame tent and trailer.

Mum and Dad both smoked themselves silly for the coupons from the Embassy to get the sleeping bags, camp beds, two burner hob, cooking utensils and plastic plates. We also had our own toilet tent - camp sites in those days didn't ALWAYS have proper toilets and if they did - they were very often quite unhygienic!

The caravanette could seat 7 so we often took grandad and a cousin or two along with us - no such things as regulations over children's seats and seatbelts in those days. As the eldest, I often sat on a garden chair by the side door - hang on tight going around corners and over bridges!!

We also had sing-songs while travelling. The ones that other people have mentioned but two that Dad loved were 'Three wheels on my wagon and I'm still rolling along' and 'I saw a mouse! Where? There on the stair! Where on the stair? Right there - a little mouse with clogs on! Well, I declare! Going clip clippety clop on the stair - oh yeah'

The sleeping rules were males in the tent and females in the van (how chivalrous of the men!). One year we took our two pet hamsters with us. They kept us awake all night in the van by going around the wheel which clicked/clunked at each revolution. The next evening we secretly moved the cage into the tent. Half way through the night there was a bump on the side of the van - Dad had found the cage and stuck it under the van so THEY wouldn't be disturbed any longer!

We had a two burner cooker top in the caravanette and a separate two burner hob in the tent porch. Mother's pressure cooker came into it's own on those holidays. Lovely pans of stew and proper sunday lunches - no living off beans and sausages all week for us!! There was one time when we parked up on Blackpool prom and Mum cooked a pan of chips. She wrapped them in paper and passed them out of the side window to us while we were playing around. She heard a knock on the window and looked out to find a couple of other children with money in their hands! People nearby thought we were a mobile chippie. She said she could have made a fortune that night if only Dad would have gone for a sack of spuds and more newspaper.

There was never much money available for spending on our holidays (no eating out) and we never got taken to fairgrounds (apart from the Funhouse - pay once and there for the day!). But we were the only family that we knew of who had a holiday EVERY year even if they were always camping and self-catering. Our days out were of the 'unusual fun' kind - Dad took us paddling in Loch Ness one year and THEN told us about the Monster!

Apart from our summer holidays Dad always worked nights as a lorry driver. That meant that during the school hols we weren't allowed to make noise around the house because he wouldn't be able to get his sleep. We lived on the edge of the countryside - on the outskirts of St.Helens. Mum worked most of the day at a local hotel which meant that we would be left pretty much on our own (I was 14 and next sister 12 - so not too bad!). We used to take the younger ones out into the countryside to find farms that needed casual labour for the 'picking season'. We would work all day and come home very tired but with money in our pockets. That would go to Mum and she would save it for when the weather was too bad to go to the farms. On those days at least there was money for the pictures. I can remember us all crying our eyes out at the 'Incredible Journey' and 'Dumbo', laughing at 'The Absent Minded Professor' and being scared of the giant squid in '20,000 Leagues Under the Sea' and loving the adventures in 'In Search of the Castaways'.

Iguana

Olliebeak wrote: »

Mum and Dad both smoked themselves silly for the coupons from the Embassy to get the sleeping bags, camp beds, two burner hob, cooking utensils and plastic plates.



Apart from our summer holidays Dad always worked nights as a lorry driver. That meant that during the school hols we weren't allowed to make noise around the house because he wouldn't be able to get his sleep. We lived on the edge of the countryside - on the outskirts of St.Helens. Mum worked most of the day at a local hotel which meant that we would be left pretty much on our own (I was 14 and next sister 12 - so not too bad!).

On those days at least there was money for the pictures. I can remember us all crying our eyes out at the 'Incredible Journey' and 'Dumbo', quote]:T

I must be old, I remember Dumbo and Bambi at the pictures and the saturday morning flicks.

My dad working nigh shifts and not being able to make a sound!!!!!!!!!:T

pounds_and_pensive

The only time I ever went to the pictures as a kid was with school once, to see a film about Jesus. I've no idea what it was called, but instead have vivid memories of the bag of Opal Fruits I was allowed to take with me, which in itself was a novelty Most of the time I was growing up we didn't even have a telly, but one was around for long enough for me to be teased to this day over screaming hysterically from behind the settee at the sight of Batman walking 'sideways' up the wall with Robin

I can imagine my kids on here, some five thousand pages from now, saying 'I can remember when you could still get a Mars Bar for under a quid, and this thread was only 13 pages long...'