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Childhood & Sentimental memories
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Does anyone remember spearmint ice lollies? they were blue. The ice cream man would come around every Sunday afternoon and it was a big treat for me to be able to have one. I've never seen them since my chidhood (1960's). My biggest hate was 'milk sop'. I would be given it for breakfast when my mum had forgotten to buy cereal. She'd put a bid knob of butter on it...just the thought of it floating in the warm milk turns my stomach now.0
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Hi there gingham ribbon
now i see what you mean
Ok i have thought of some more..
fish n chips...the crisp/snack ones
and what about the ones shaped like little pigs? they were hollow crisp things that tasted of smokey bacon:D
oooh and that toasted coconut that came in a "tabbacco pouch"...think it was called spanish gold:p
oohh and merrymaid sweets
hmmmmmmm there seems to be a theme with me...... im not really ruled by my stomach....honest:rotfl: :rotfl:
ooops nearly forgot..cheesy crisscross.. a bit like a savoury twix...lovely cheesy filling with crispy stuff wrapped around it-6 -8 -3 -1.5 -2.5 -3 -1.5-3.50 -
OMigod! Memories...the rhubarb with sugar rings a bell...or stewed rhubarb on bread and butter, fresh peas from the garden, windfall apples which gave us a tummy ache as they were far from ripe.
Living in a rural village in the late 40s and 50s, there was no ice cream man...but there was a fishman who came every friday...I can still see the whiting, herring and cod...don't seem to remember any other fish...oh there was the bright orange smoked stuff which my father loved but my mother rarely bought as she didn't like it. There was no butcher in the village either so the meat was delivered once a week by van (no, not horsedrawn, you cheeky youngsters!) don't know how he knew what to bring....my father was very fussy and wouldn't eat mince or stewing beef...not sure how my mother managed financially to provide his lordship with what he considered his due!
Mother had a very sweet tooth so there was always jam, pies, sponges and scones available...if she ran out there were always pancakes with sugar and butter...no shop cakes unless somebody visiting brought one, lemonade and biscuits at Christmas.
I remember trawling the hedges for nuts, blackberries and sloes...why sloes I don't know as in my memory there wasn't enough sugar in the world to sweeten them and nobody drank in our house so it certainly wasn't for sloe gin! Providing crabapples to make jelly was my father's job...the jelly my mother made was wonderful.
Da used to shoot rabbits too...he would take me and three cousins..also girls and every time swear by all that was holy never to take us again...apparently the first rabbit he got would cause a row as we all wanted to carry it, but by the time he had 6 or 8 nobody wanted to so he was left carrying the lot...my father could swear for Ireland and this was one of the occasions on which my mother's best efforts to shut him up failed...he would have forgotten by the next time and bring us all again.
Eating the wonderful sponges that my Auntie Bea made...with orange or lemon icing, she was a wonderful cook and we loved eating in her house.
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I fondly remember sunday evenings. It was the only night we were allowed to watch TV whilst we ate. My mum used to wheel in her (gold) trolley and we would have pilchards on toast, home made coffee cake, rather grandly called coffee gateaux, followed by callard and bowsers cream lined toffees. We were supposed to go to bed after Sunday Night At the London Palladium but somtimes got away with hiding behind the setee.Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination:beer:
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As I was often hungry, I remember a local farmer giving me 'pig potatoes' I think they were boiled in their skins to be fed to the pigs
Never let success go to your head, never let failure go to your heart.0 -
Wow! I didn't know just how many people were force fed bread and marge with everything! I bet there were more folks than my mum who liked it?
I also used to have rhubarb and sugar in a cup - that was at my Aunty Margarets - my daughter is named after her - where my happy childhood memories come from.
We also had 'slops' that we called 'bread and milk', I remember loving it.
Mum was not a good manager and I often had bread and 'gravy' made by burning sugar in a spoon till it was black, mixing it with water and salt, then it was thickened with flour.
Sometimes mum made 'cheese dreams', cheese sandwiches, fried in lard till brown, crispy and gooey - yum yum0 -
Mine are only from the 80s but I remember....
*Those pig crisps that Mrscawber mentionned (they were my treat after book club in the library on a Wednesday), as well as the fish and chip crisps... mmm!
*Huuuuuge 10p mixups (if you got a 15p one, even better, you got double!)
*Everything shutting on a Wednesday afternoon
*Spending part of our Brownie subs on sweets (we were given 20p for a quarter of whatever we wanted, or some other sweets like chocolate cigarettes, but we always wanted more and overspent!). Our Brown Owl worked at the school and walked us to Brownies once school had finished on a Friday-we always stopped off at the sweet shop on the way!
*Sherbert pips/Tom Thumb drops
*Crusty bread with thick butter and cherry jam at my Nans on a Sunday afternoon-that was our tea after we'd had a big Sunday lunch
*Looong, hot summers
*Saving up all my pocket money for Kylies first record
and so much more!
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Hi Natzini....
...:jsomeone remembers the pig shaped crisps....everyone else thinks i have imagined them..
OOOHHH fizzy pips as we called em...i loved those
What about Chorlton and the wheelies...another thing my family thought id imagined -until my brother found a dvd of it...and he got it me.... it cracks me up
The Pipkins..hartley hare, octavia, pig.....they recently did a programme about old kids programmes..i never realised how terrifying and rabbied hartley hare looked....why we didnt all have nightmares i will never know:rotfl:
And what was that programme where the guy had a big dragon ventriloquist dummy that helped you learn to read??? it wasnt words n pictures...someone must know...it was in the 70s-6 -8 -3 -1.5 -2.5 -3 -1.5-3.50 -
MRSMCAWBER wrote: »
And what was that programme where the guy had a big dragon ventriloquist dummy that helped you learn to read??? it wasnt words n pictures...someone must know...it was in the 70s
Look and Read? I loved that programme! That's what we had in the 80s, not sure if it was different a few years before? I loved the big pen!
And primary school before learning was 'restricted' (not going to get political, obviously!)... we learnt about different animals, how to make vegetable dyes-I'm sure most kids these days won't know their Fresians from their Jersets or Gloucester Old Spots from Saddlebacks!
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Pineapple chunks -
both the ones that came in a tin (with evaporated milk and, yes, the dreaded bread and marge, for pudding after Sunday tea)
AND the hard sweeties, coated in sugar, by the same name!
Rainbow Kayli (sherbert crystals to the uninitiated) - served from a huge jar in the sweetshop into cone shaped paper bags. We used to get a pennies worth (1d!!!!!!) on the way home from Sunday school, for a treat. Lick your finger and dip it int he sherbet then eat it from your fingers - how hygienic?
Going doing the week's shopping on a Saturday with Mum and Dad and getting a tiny little Hovis loaf from the bakers if we were good - they cost an old penny and we used to eat them as they were, no butter, still warm from the baker's oven, oh yum!
When we were a bit older, going with Mum and Dad into "Town" (manchester) on the bus on a Saturday to look at the posh shops, and Dad showing us all up by doing silly walks down Market Street just to embarass us (God, he was a character!)
OH blimey, getting all emotional thinking about my late Dad now, think I'd better stop!
What a great thread - lovely memories, thanks0
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