Childhood & Sentimental memories

Alikay

fedupnow wrote: »

I guess I wasn't a very nice kid.

Me neither. One christmas my cousin and I pulled the wishbone together and she got the wishing bit. I snatched it off her and bellowed "I wish for a necklace!!". I got a smack and sent to bed instead!:rotfl:

gairlochgal

Brilliant thread

What about lovehearts? I had forgotten all about them until my DD's friend gave her one on the way to school the other morning and they all started giggling about the message.

My parents made a huge effort and gave me a record player for my 16th birthday and I remember how excited my friends got about it. Followed by the very first sony walkman for my 18th so I could listen to my home taped cassettes on the go! Not sure if this is false memory syndrome but I have an idea they paid £60 for the walkman, and that was a massive sum for them to find.

We lived in council flats and the paraffin man used to come round every week to top up our heater and stink out the flat for a few hours. Coal fire and coal man too, filling up the bunker in the hall. My mum used to pay the rent in cash every week at the local rent office. My dad was a self employed shop keeper and as soon as I was old enough it was my job to go to the post office every week and buy his national insurance stamps for him. Seems like there was a lot more admin in those days!!

I always felt weird among my friends as my dad ran a delicatessen in the 70s, when the concept was novel in England, and we had to live off the food that wasn't sold at use by date. So my friends used to talk about burgers, chips, ketchup, and we'd have to have stinky old pate, coleslaw, olives, yoghurt and whichever of the 40 or so cheeses were left! Not very funny being made to eat ripe brie when you're 11 but with hindsight it was pretty good and missing out on 70s junk food isn't the worst deprivation!

The_Teaahloic

Little chocolate milkshake drinks from the milkman called "Mickey" also little bottles of orange, Jamboee bags or lucky bags. Jubblys (triangular orange ice things)
Five boys chocolate bars , each square had a different flavour cream filling.
Tizer with a black rubber stopper instead of the screw top we have today.
Does anyone remember Peardrax? a lovely fizzy pear drink.
The original Betterware man , that came to your door with a suitcase with brushes and polish to sell. He use to give me tiny free samples of polish and I use to polish everything in my Nan's house with them.
Listen with mother on the radio, the Tv programs Tales from the river bank, the woodentops with the biggest spotty dog in the world, Andy Pandy. I was born in the fifties so I am probably going back too far for most of you.
I just wish I had a time machine!

mudgekin

Saturday's with mum and dad and going to collect my comics, Bunty and Mandy and Sparky and in the winter curling up in front of a blazing coal fire while mum baked and dad watched the wresting with Kent Walton commentating.

Feeling all grown up when my dad worked a late shift at the weekend and going to the local chippie who had a small seating area and mum getting fish and chips, me getting an ice float and chips and getting half her fish. The corner of the chippie had a huge pile of newspapers just beside the frier and a large black cat used to sleep there :eek: Today the EHO would shut him down. never did us any harm and the chips were the best in the world.

Picking rosehips for school to go to the Delrosa factory.

McCowans penny caramels which were huge. i also remember another smaller chocolate covered caramel which was in a turquoise and brown wrapper and you got 2 for a penny.

Getting a cold and my mum would rub my chest and back with Vicks and pop on vest and liberty bodice that had been warming by the fire.

Butter at the Co-op which was kept cool on big marble slabs and the assistant shaped them into neat pats. Oh how I wanted to do that when I grew up.

My aunt knitting me jumpers for birthdays and Xmas and how I used to weep almost at them. They were unisex (that word wasnt invented I dont think) and the colours were grey, brown or this icky green colour. I am sure she used to try and match these to her son's socks.

The smell of blankets drying in the4 autumn as mum started getting them all ready for winter and how the kitchen was always covered in condensation as the blanmkets were hung around the fire to dry. We had coal fires in all the rooms and coal wasnt an issue as dad worked for the NCB and got his coal allowance.

Hot summers and bursting tar bubbles with my toes. Drawing "beds" on the roads with chalk to play "peevers" and using a cherry blossom showe polish tim packed with soil as the peever.

gods..I would go on and on..what a wonderful thread

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What lovely memories are evoked here,many I too remember.The most important thing that is remembered here though, is the love from our parents Many parents had little in the way of money to spare, I know mine didn't as rationing was still on, but the security that both my two noisey brothers and I felt, and the strong 'family' feeling was worth its weight in gold .My late Mum ,bless her had few 'luxuries' by todays standards, but to her, she had survived a war ,more or less intact, as had her children and her husband,which a lot of people hadn't. She never showed any envy about anyone who had more, and to her, if someone in the street was going on about what they had, she thought they were just 'showing off'
Children were at times seen and not heard, but at no time were we ever felt to be a nuisance. I was very lucky in that my parents were loving,if a bit strict parents and with hindsight I think I had a good childhood,not in a monetery way but in the way of feeling as though my brother's and I were loved and cared for. I'm not saying that todays youngsters aren't I'm sure they are ,but we weren't allowed to wander the streets at night or cause mayhem. Children were allowed to be children, and not pushed into being adults too soon.Old fashioned by todays standards but I like to see kids being kids .My youngest DD has five and her house is very much as mine was when I was small,apart from the fact she has inside toilets & bathroom.We had an outside one that was freezing in the winter with HUGE spiders lurking there and the bath was hanging on the back of the coal shed door.
Some of the things form my childhood I would like to see again,mainly the love and commitment of parents to their children and the insistance of manners.but a lot of things from the 'good old days 'can stay there,bailiffs,rent men banging on the door ,kids with their head shaved and painted purple because of problems with their health.T.B. bandy-legged kids with rickets ,still around in the 1940s .Freezing cold lino on the bedroom floor (I could make it from my bedroom door to bed in about three seconds flat)
Never ending queues for food and rationing, the school dentist, who never filled a tooth just yanked it out sometimes without a cocaine jab.Fogs,that made you choke with their yellow smelly fumes.
I like the modern convenience of central heating without having to hump coal in and a choice of different foodstuffs instead of sometimes boring and stodgy grub,but there was little options in those days.
Memories are great things to look back on but things wern't all beer and skittles in those days either.

powershopper

Coming home from Primary school, so I must have been about 8 or 9, and calling at Jacksons the grocer (shiny white tiles, and a hand run bacon slicer at the end of the mahogany counter) and buying a pennyworth of broken biscuits from the big tins with glass tops. If you were lucky you might get a broken custard cream (still as yummy) or bourbon biscuit(still don't like them). I would also buy a single Oxo cube for a penny, and was allowed to boil water for a drink to sustain me until Aunty came in from work.
Hmmmmm... latchkey kid at 8, school and back on public transport un escorted and a long walk alone down The Avenue twice daily, wouldn't like my grand-daughters to do that today, perhaps the 50's really were the good old days............

Hawthorn

Memories from childhood?

Ooooh,

Walking to my nan and grandads at six in the morning. It was soooo quiet - we passed a bread factory on the way there (it was a heck of a walk, when I think about it), and it smelled delicious. Then, when we got to my nan and grandads, there was always the smell of toast and cocoa waiting for us, or porridge with cream and sugar, and sometimes bacon butties.

My nans chicken soup *drools*

In fact, anything my nan cooked, and my grandad made the best mashed potatoes in the world.

I spent a lot of time at nan and grandads as a kid, as both parents worked. I would 'help' in the garden (read this as, pinching the ripe strawberries and tomatoes LOL)

Bonfire night - again at my nan and grandads. The whole family would go there, and my grandad would light the bonfire, my dad and uncle would set the fireworks off, and my nanna would do the cooking.

OXO pobs before school, if we were really poor (oxo cube with hot water, and bread)
In winter, we would sometimes go to skeltons and get a hot buttered breadcake on the way to school

Spam, was cheap, back then. What happened?

Fish. My dad worked on the docks, and OH the fish he used to bring home. Whole scampi, crab, halibut, catfish, haddock..........*sigh*
Unfortunately, it ruined fish for life for me. Although I still enjoy fish, it just doesn't ever taste as good, because it's just not as fresh.
He brought a whole catfish home once....my mum threw it in the bin because she couldn't face dealing with it LOL. My dad went bananas.
I suspect this fish (he got it cheap - really cheap - as a worker) was the reason we were so well fed as kids. We ate fish often.
I was talking with my mum the other day, about the current financial situation - she said she can remember going through similar when we were little (though I don't remember it) and she became very ill because of the stress - she apparently put a red item in with our whites, and dyed them all. She was devastated, as my mum liked us to be immaculate all of the time.
She talked about a time where all we could have for tea, was pattapuffs (think, thick pancake batter, fried) and ketchup, because there was nothing else in.
I remember my dad working all the hours god sent, just to keep a roof over our head (and they never had debts, apart from the mortgage). Some weeks, we wouldn't see him at all, because he would get home early hours of the morning, eat his tea that my mum had left for him, then leave again before we were up.
He was a casual worker see, and had to take all the work he could whilst it was in. He grafted, my dad. He earned a lot for those days when he could work, due to the hours he put in, but it had to last through the times there were no ships in, too.
I remember one particularly foul child throwing dog poo into my hair, and I had to sit on the doorstep waiting for my mum to come home to get it washed out.
Sometimes, I feel so weak in comparison to my parents.

sarahc44

I remeber when my Dad was on night shift on sunday - every few weeks, Mum would make him a steak and chips for lunch and we would have chip butties. Loved those days.

Going to a local tea shop for tea and cakes that were brought in proper tea cups and cakes on a proper cake stand.
My Granny always baking fairy cakes and my Nan doing a joint of ham
Eating homemade burgers on a Saturday night in front of the tv

Fab memories x

meames_2

got them in primak now for a tenner!

meames_2

we used to have strange drives out and for real treat we could go to Burtonwood services on the M62 and on very rare occasions I could have a trifle in a plastic cup