Childhood & Sentimental memories

sb44

Nearly forgot.

Tin can stilts!



Walking around the street on a couple of upturned tin cans, god knows how many sprained ankles that caused.

What about Clackers



How many bruised knuckles. I did like the sound of them though.

:rolleyes:

starflower_2

Soup and pudding night (usually a Tuesday)
home made soup and apple or Rhubarb crumble with custard or carnation milk

Thursday nights - all the women in the family, my mum, nana, aunties, and the children would all go to my Aunt Margie's on a Thursday night while all the men went to to the snooker hall. Me and all my cousins would huddle in the spare bedroom watching the little b&w portable telly, playing games, eating cheese on toast and drinking warm milk. We'd all fall asleep and i remember my dad coming to pick us up, he would carry me down the hill to our house with his coat over me. great memories.

Eating berries from the bushes in the lane behind our house.

going to the swimming baths on a saturday morning - (1980's) 50p for an hours swim and a sachet of soap/shampoo. would always get a 5p sherbert dip and a 10p cola cup drink on the way out.

my Papa eating tripe and onions - vile

grans stew and dumplings - she's make a few extra dumplings and send us home with a cold dumpling each and a cup of gravy, which mum would heat for supper.

Mum bringing out the good plates only at Xmas, New Year, and Easter.

tabitha67

My Mum once won £5 for being able to tell the difference between Stork and butter - because she didn't like Stork!! She spent £1 of it as a treat on poached eggs on toast and tea for us at a local cafe and put the other £4 in premium bonds....

We only ever used to eat out once a year when we were on summer holiday - usually in a fish and chip cafe, and only ever went to the cinema once a year during the summer hols.

I remember helping dad in the garden and in the greenhouse - that smell of ripening tomatoes in a greenhouse transports me back 35 years in an instant.

We always had a proper Sunday lunch and Sunday tea was trifle and scones and cake (all homemade). Our only experience of soft drink was orange squash or lemon barley water (I still don't like coke or fanta which is a GOOD THING).

Winter afternoons doing jigsaws on the dining table while Dad watched Grandstand. Long walks with bottles of squash and biscuits to keep us going.

My Dad finding an old bike on a rubbish skip and spending ages doing it up for me. Dad fastening my roller skates with a key.

Mum spending hours helping us make peg dolls and colouring in paper doilies.

One new pair of shoes a year before school started in September, and a pair of black plimsolls for PE.

You know, I'm actually starting to feel really sorry for todays kids, for all their expensive toys and jaunts!

poet123

Dad building me a dolls house from an old tea chest,he decorated every room,and then made furniture.

Roaring coal fires,and being home from school ill snuggled up on the couch in a blanket,in front of the fire.(I do this now for my kids if they are ill!)

dutchy

In the school holidays of the summer of '76 my best friend Sue would come over and we went swimming in the local pool -every morning! Afterwards we'd get a hot chocolate from the vending machine at the pool and drink it on the way home. I also remember that year there was a plague of ladybirds, they were everywhere! You couldn't walk without treading on them. I remember saving hard that summer and finally being able to buy Abba's Greatest Hits album for £2.99 from Woolies!

Food memories; bread and beef dripping with loads of salt for Sunday tea whilst watching Arthur Negus on the forerunner of the 'Antiques Roadshow', called 'Going for a Song'. Bacon sarnies for Sunday breakfast; my Mum grilled the bacon on an enamel dish, then put the dish on the table so we could dip our sarnies in the bacon fat, yum! My Mum's homemade steak and kidney pie, with the blackbird steamer thing sticking through the middle of the pastry. As a treat in the summer on the way home from school, or at lunchtime, big triangular ice lolly things called 'Jublies'. My Dad making his special cheese on toast (I think he used to mash the cheese with milk and a spot of mustard. It was great!).

Days out in my Dad's little black Austin 1100 we called 'Thunderbug'! Stopping off at a pub and drinking lemonade and eating salt and vinegar crisps in the car cos kids weren't allowed in. Long hot summer days on the beaches of Essex and Kent. Such happy memories.

Great thread, thank you for starting it!

Dutchy

anguk

I used to get one new pair of shoes, they were worn for "best" and school, once they started to get a bit tatty they were used for playing out. And I used to have 3 sets of clothes, one for best, one for playing out and a school uniform.

I have never in my life had a new bike, my brother used to get a new one for Christmas every now and then and I'd get his old one, my favourite was the chopper sprint, it was a chopper with racing handlebars!

My dad made me some tin can stilts and we used to make telephones with yoghurt pots and string. Every weekend and school holiday we'd be out playing all day only going in for meals that were always served at set times.

ghostmadlittlemiss

My parents used to run a guesthouse which meant I spent a lot of the time before I started school living with my grandparents either over in Doncaster or in their flat in Scarborough. So even though I'm only 19, I have a lot of the same memories.

I remember bread and butter (marg now, my grandma's now diabetic) and fruit with carnation milk, thankfully never together!

Collecting fruit and veg from the garden in Doncaster and helping my grandma dead-head the daffodils.

Big Sunday dinners with Yorkshire puddings, beef slices, gravy and veg. And my grandparents having cold beef slices on Monday while I had billy sausage.

Those crisps in the shape of bears. I've forgotten the name, but they used to be a real treat.

Me and my grandad sitting at the bottom of the garden or in a broken-down caravan where the dogs stayed, just talking.

Building a bonfire all autumn then setting fire to it on Bonfire Night, after my dad and grandad prodded it to check no hedgehogs were hibernating in it. And writing my name with a sparkler while we set off fireworks.

Being raised on stories of the minor's strike and past recessions (which both blurred into one in my mind): three day weeks, working by candlelight, my dad speeding on the motorway to get from Sheffield to London in two hours and win a free pint off a mate and not getting caught because all the police were at the picket lines. I guess that's why it took me so long to recognise this recession. It never seemed as bad as the stories.
Kayleigh

merlin1

this is off the back of the recent cleaning a toothbrush thread, i'm going to recall my childhood memories as these are what get passed on through experience onto further generations, and i still follow some of mine today!
lets see if today we really are as 'old' style as we think we are.... tongue in cheek this so please feel free to add and elaborate - i'd even go so far as to add what we wouldnt do old style if you wish!! :rotfl:

1. playing in the mud with worms/snails - stuffing them in ya mouth without a care (not snails mind)

2. antibacterial cleaning solutions for kitchens and hands. my grandparents/parents didnt have them then - i dont use them - if i need germ killers then its bleach all the way. not a jot of food poisoning for as long as i can remember!

3.antibiotics - only get them when we really need them, give the body a chance to fight on its own first!. i'm convinced that combined with no's 1 and 2 this is why my family, me and my son very rarely get ill.

4. animal fats - always cook with and or leave on, my great/grand parents thrived on it, but this was always combined with veg etc. i try to do the same!

5. laugh out loud at least once a day! as we get older we start to take life seriously and forget to laugh properly at the silly little things! please try to - its infectious! :rotfl:

over to you while i think some more!

bellaquidsin

My mum in the early 1920's, used to play in the dust and wee in it to make mud pies:eek:

Bella.

merlin1

bellaquidsin wrote: »

My mum in the early 1920's, used to play in the dust and wee in it to make mud pies:eek:

Bella.

:rotfl::rotfl: thats the way it used to be for sure!! :eek: lovely to remember things like that though!?