Childhood & Sentimental memories

floyd

Those pig crisps were called 'piglets' and they came in Bacon, Salt and Vinegar, plain and I think beef as well. I know this because my school was next to the Burtons factory that made them. We could tell what they were making just by the smell at lunchtime. My favourite was Jammie Dodger and Wagon Wheel day.

We used to pick all sorts of things from my grannas garden, it was a typical cottage garden with raspberries mixed in with lupins and green beans so it was pot luck what you got.

Saturday teatime at my Grannas was a real treat because she baked everything herself so a big feast would be laid out on a table for us and my cousins, uncles and aunties to tuck into. We would have soft rolls with cheese and raspberry jam (yes in the same sandwich!), strawberry flan and whipped cream, Tunnocks wafers, Abernethie biscuits, millionaires shortbread, fruit cake, Viscount biscuits, stewed rhubarb and cream, apple tart, whinberry tart and hot sausage rolls straight from the oven. No wonder I have food issues!

The bread and marge with pudding is a new one to me but it sounds foul! We very rarely had pudding at home but if we did, it would be home made lemon curd tarts or jam tarts.

I used to love going to Albany Road in Cardiff with my Dad on a Saturday to buy an ice cream from Thayers. I always got mint choc chip and he would get rum and raisin, my sister would have vanilla.....always without fail

MRSMCAWBER

OOOOHHHH Floyd.....

I missed out...i only ever knew the bacon "piglets"...thanks for putting me out of my torment:j

my fave ice cream is mint choc chip and my dads was rum n raisin...which im partial to now

Bobbykins....shall we get all sentimental together ..i think this thread has got me hooked as it keeps reminding me of my dad too - i lost him on my 16th birthday...22 december....so it will soon be 20yrs..

My dad used to do allsorts in town too...usually embarassing mum, whilst i followed behind laughing like a drain :rotfl: ..we once walked all the way around the market.. mum leading from the front...it wasnt until she turned around to see what all the fuss was about that she saw dad had walked all the way around with a great big lampshade on his head ...she was mortified...and how the stall holder let him get away with it !!!!! mind you i think everyone in town knew my dad..:D

I have to say that i dont get upset about my dad anymore.... i just think about all the things he did....and i know he has left his stamp on me...if all else fails i think "what would dad do/say?".... although that did once lead to me walking out of a job without a seconds notice :eek: ...still it worked out....

So this thread has been an absolute blast from the past ....

culpepper

We didnt get pocket money but if we ran an errand for my dad he would give a shilling or 10p when it became decimal money and we would knock for friends from the flats and cross the road to the sweet shop where we would have to listen to the advice of the friends as to what would stretch the money the furthest. We never minded sharing the sweets,it was part of the fun.
Mum would buy us a chocolate bar and comic every saturday when she went for the paper.
We had salad and tinned pink salmon ,bread and marg for sunday tea with beetroot and cucumber in vinegar. I never tasted them without vinegar until I was about 22.
We always had puddings. Usually something and custard.
Walking to school all week to save up the 10 pence (a whole weeks bus fares) to spend on sweets.
Eating banana sandwiches or bread and dripping or cheese on toast for supper.
Blood and pus sandwiches(cheese and tomato ketchup).
Flat chips that my dad fried in the frying pan if he was on dinner duty:)
Watching sport on TV at the weekend while standing on my head in dads armchair(hallowed ground).
Singing along to songs of praise and the good old days with my mum.
Playing 'tennis' with my brother using two bif bats and a super ball.
Boys from the flats hunting for discarded bottles to redeem the deposit on them.

snails's_pace

i can remember the smell of plimsoles and peeling satsumas in the playground!

MRSMCAWBER

I love cucumber and onions sliced up in vinegar even now.... and as for bread and dripping :drool: ....and even better - toast with dripping on..heck i havent done that in ages....

slices of cheese on a plate, crack an egg in the middle and shove it in the oven until the cheese is melted and the egg just cooked....with brown sauce (HP) and bread n butter.... no wonder im "well upholstered" most of my childhood revolves around food:p

School pumps...dad using those bottles of pump whitener every sunday

libra10

I remember my mum boiling mussels over the coal fire, she never used the oven for some reason. My brothers loved them! My dad used to place a pint of beer on the hearth and stick a red-hot poker in the top till it sizzled. My mother's pot herbs always tasted great, she stuck in a bouquet garni, I remember. When in season my brothers picked a type of seaweed from the marshes. I can't remember the exact name, something like sanforth or sampi. She boiled it in vinegar and when cool, we picked the flesh from the stalks. It was delicious. I also remember every Sunday she would look at the generous sized joint of roast beef on the table and say this cost 16 shillings. That's 80p in today's money!

What a great thread

piglet6

libra10 wrote: »

When in season my brothers picked a type of seaweed from the marshes. I can't remember the exact name, something like sanforth or sampi. She boiled it in vinegar and when cool, we picked the flesh from the stalks. It was delicious.

Libra - I think you're talking about samphire - I remember going to pick this from the marshes when I was little and my mum also used to cook it/serve it with vinegar. Yummy!

Now I live in London and the last time I saw some for sale it was quite pricey (and didn't look very fresh! ) - funny when you think we used to get it for free...!! :rolleyes:

Piglet

emmie1234

oooh, loving this thred!! I remember the pop man, I think it was Dayla pop and we used to get four bottles, vimto, cola, ice cream soda and dad used to have a bottle of pineappleade or limeade which NO ONE else was allowed to touch.

Used to get 20p on a Saturday morning then run up the shops to get a mix-up.

Used to love being at my grans house, my moms aunty lived next door and kept chickens and we used to go round and collect eggs and then have them poached on toast for brekkie. I remember my moms cousin coming round with a chicken, feathers and all and my gran plucking it.

My grandad grew his own veg and grew potatoes, cabbages, green beans, peas, carrots and beetroot. I used to love shelling the peas and eating them as we went along. He grew tomatoes in his green house and used to have a pump spray thing that we used to fill up from the water butt and spray the plants with. There was a big rubarb plant at the bottom of the garden, we used to get the rhubarb and dip it in sugar and my gran used to make rhubarb crumble.

Used to love it when my gran made boiled bacon and peas with parsley sauce and groaty pudding - which she used to make every bonfire night.

My gran too used to get us to eat tinned peaches with bread and butter for after tea on Sunday night if were at her house.

At home, we used to be allowed to watch tv (bullseye lol)
whilst having tea on a sunday. tea was usually roast beef sandwiches (left over from dinner and the bread was spread with dripping. yum). We always had cake after tea. Then my mom would do the ironing while songs of praise was on.

Our house was freezing growing up and the windows used to frost on the inside and steam used to come out of our mouths!!!!!! Had loads of blankets and hot water bottles. Don't think I had a quilt till I was about thirteen, was always sheets, blankets and eiderdowns.

When we came downstairs in the morning to get ready for school, we all sat huddles in front of the gas fire eating toast or ready brek with a hot cup of tea.

SPANIEL36

i always remember when i was little... (going back many years a s i'm 29 next week) my mum used to send me down the shop with a list. Our local village shop used to let us have stuff on 'tick' till the following monday when my mum used to cash the family allowance, so every time i was sent down i'd say can i book it? meaning can i puit it on tick. One day, the old shop owner walked off and came back with a ....bucket. he thought it was hillarious

i always used to stay my nans on a friday night and we'd settle down to watch Dynasty under the big cover (duvet) while my grandad went the pub
and my grandad always had a 5 pound note in his wallet and by the end of the week, this 5 pound note would still be there. bless him. he's not with us anymore but i still remember the good times i had with him like when i first got my first wendy house and he crawled in with me and got stuck!!!

Jacks_xxx

This thread's amazing thank you every one!! :A

I remember my Nanny's garden being full of fruit bushes and trees, all sorts of flowers, plus runner beans rhubarb and tomatoes etc, with just a very small lawn. I bet the next person who lived there tore it all up and put in crazy paving or something.

In the summer we'd spend all day - seemingly - in our paddling pool- or riding our bikes and my fab dad built me a HUUUUUGE wendy house that I "wallpapered" in David Cassidy pictures (there goes me street cred!)

Somebody's cat or dog was always having puppies or kittens and my dad was always bringing them home and my mum would send him straight back with them saying he was " worse than the bloody kids!"

Nanna H used to give us tomato and sugar sandwiches, wouldn't have marge in the house and put 2 sugars in everyone's tea whether they wanted it or not!

At Nanny G's on a Saturday we'd have high tea - which always included lardy cake - and watch the wrestling. :rotfl:

When I stayed with Nanny when both my brothers were born she'd let me stay up and watch things like Tales of The Unexpected with her.

My overwhelming memory of food when I was small is that it was always something-crumble and mince at every meal. I can remember my mum being on a diet and buying Low Starch rolls that were like a hollow shell filled with cotton wool. Bleugh!

Happy days! :T

Love Jacks xxx