Childhood & Sentimental memories

Wee_Pilsbury

I remember cans of Cola (not Coke though) that had no ring pull!! You had to pierce the can twice on top to get the cola to flow! Also, tins of Smedley's sauage rolls (not many working folk had freezers in those days:D)

I also remember when French bread pizzas first came out and they had little sachets of herbs with them you could sprinkle over the pizza mmm yummy. Those were the days!

Olliebeak

Just wondering if Wee Pilsbury remembers the cardboard tubes of ready-to-bake doughnuts/scones/chelsea buns made by - w-a-i-t for it - Pillsbury's .

The website is American but we had them here in the late 50's - 70's:

http://www.pillsbury.com/

Wee_Pilsbury

Oh I do, I do, I do :j. I loved them! You can still get the same sort of thing today - I've seen them with croissants - not sure if it's the same maker though, although this Wee Pilsbury loves them anyway

Olliebeak

My nan bought the packs of scones a few times, BUT they only contained 5 for some reason - strange number for a pack to have in it! Then she realised she was STILL having to put the oven on to cook them and gave them up as a waste of money lol.

Mags_cat

I've loved this thread! I'm a child of the '70s and so many of your memories are mine, too

Things this has made me think of while I've been reading through....

Nana and her Sunday lunches...Munm and Dad and me used to travel from Leicester up to Manchester once a month or so to see Nana and Granddad - and Nana's sister and her husband who lived four doors away on the same street. We'd always have roast chicken and as there were 6 adults and me to feed Nana would buy a couple of extra chicken legs to roast alongside the bird. I must have been about 10 before I realised that "all Manchester chickens have four legs" wasn't actually true....

Dad and horseracing....me and my Dad love to watch National Hunt horse racing together. When I was about 4 years old we were sat watching the racing and I asked him why some of the horses had "woolly nosebands" on. Without missing a beat, he told me those horses had colds and when they wanted to blow their noses the jockeys would reach down and pull the noseband over the horse's nose. I started riding when I was 7 and still recall storming into the house one day and telling him that wasn't what they were for, at all!

flubberyzing

This thread makes me feel young! I'm 25. But I still have happy memories of what my mum used to do.
- A carton of Ribena or a bag of crisps once a week from the newsie as we walked from my school to pick up my sister at her school about a mile away.
- Eating a 2-stick Kitkat in front of the tv between school and tea time.
- A packet of Monster Munch to eat in the car on the way home from shopping (pre-school age), and getting a smack if I didn't save my dad one! LOL
- Crisps from the vending machine after swimming on a Friday night.
- Sausages piping hot off the grill on cold mornings, then taking one in my lunchbox.
- A glass of squash from the fridge on a hot day after school. I remember feeling very loved when I got home that my mum had thought "oh they'll be so hot, some cold squash will be lovely for them" and put some in the fridge to wait for me.
- Saturday lunch was always bacon, egg and chips.
- Sunday lunch was always a roast. Usually chicken, lamb or beef. Very occasionally pork.
- Weekend teas were sandwiches, a piece of fruit and a bit of cake and perhaps some ice-cream.
- In the winter my mum would ALWAYS have an orange in the evenings and peeled it with a knife in a great long strip of peel. My dad would have something like a tomato sauce sandwich.
- Supper for me was a half-can of tuna, for YEARS. I loved the stuff!

When I go home to my parents, nothing has changed!

Patchwork_Quilt

I've enjoyed reading this so much, particularly since I thought we were the only family to be forced to eat bread and butter with pudding - that is, tinned fruit cocktail and evaporated milk. I can still remember the taste. I did ask Mum if we could stop and I can still remember her puzzled reaction. There wasn't any more bread after that, though.

I think it could be something to do with having 'something plain with something fancy'.

I also remember endless mince, Finnan haddock (is that how you spell it?), lots of potatoes and helping to weed the vegetable patch, which probably inspired my love of growing food.

We also had cod liver oil every evening and a spoonful of honey for a sore throat. We walked miles to school and back as we only had one car and Dad took that, though he worked in the city centre and there was a bus stop right outside the house. Mum was allowed to have it one day a week and she had to get the shopping, library and so forth done then or walk.

We had tea in front of the tv every Saturday and it was always toasted teacakes and 'marshmallow hats' afterwards

I think the appeal of this era was the certainty. There was very little money but (I feel) much less debt too. Dads came home from work at 6 o'clock and tea was on the table. You knew what the menu was by the day of the week and nothing ever changed. It made me feel very secure

Olliebeak

We also had the bread and butter with fruit (or jelly) and evap on a Sunday tea-time. I never remember us having fruit cocktail though - it was ALWAYS fruit salad which was quite different.

1sue23

I am a child of the 50s and I remember we had winter and summer clothes all hand made in May my mother would get the summer clothes out turn down hems and freshen them up they then lasted until September when the winter clothes appeared ,

Olliebeak

1sue23 wrote: »

.......my mother would get the summer clothes out turn down hems and freshen them up they then lasted until September when the winter clothes appeared ,

All dresses came with a big hem - even shop-bought ones - specially for 'letting down'. And there was always the 'tell-tale sign' of the crease (that wouldn't 'press' out) about an inch above the new hemline . And when trousers/jeans wouldn't 'let down' they got cut off at the knee to make shorts out of IF you didn't have anybody younger/smaller to pass them on to!

I was quite lucky - being the only child at my nan's house - no hand-me-downs passed to me. When I later lived with my Mum and Dad, I was the eldest of four - so again, I was lucky to be at the 'head of the clothing chain' .