it used to be posh but now it ain't

bluenose1

I was born in 1966 and lived in a tiny terraced house in what is now one of the roughest parts of Liverpool. Used to be nice then.

I can remember
1. Getting our first phone in about 1974. It was bright red, can't remember anyone ringing us up but I can still visualise that phone.
2. Getting up to turn the TV over. Now if a remote control goes missing in our house pandemonium breaks out.
3. Having a coal fire. It was great, all the rubbish just went straight on the fire.
4. Waiting for hours for the bus. Don't ever get on a bus nowadays.
5. My mum counting her money to try and get enough together for a loaf of bread.
6. Going to watch Everton with my dad, it was the old turnstiles and my dad just lifted me over to save paying for me.


Feel quite tearful thinking of those days.
Anne

susy_2

I remember being at another girl's house and her mum gave me some Ribeana, thought I had gone to heaven. Never had it again untill I could afford to buy my own. Unfortunately, the taste did not match the memory.

I also remember that georgeous, georgeous orange juice that came in small bottles from the clinic for poor people (I think water was added to it), whatever happened to that?

I remember the local school opening at dinner times during the summer holidays so the the 'poor' children could go and have lunch. Which reminds me, what happened to the free school milk?

I always wanted the fairies to come and swap my 'fallen' out teeth for money. (on occasions helped out teeth).

Having any carpet at all.

Friends going abroad on holiday - or going anywhere other than Blackpool for a holiday!

However, I also remember going out alone or with friends to the park or just roaming around for hours with no worries for us or adults.

I remember long, long summer days (or is that a trick of the memory)?

I remember neighbourhood bonfire nights on open fields.

I remember the kindness and open doors of neighbours for other peoples children.

I remember 'scrapings' donated free by the local chippie and wrapped in newspaper.

On balance, I think we were very rich, if not posh.

p.s I remember being dressed in our annual new clothes and trotting around the neighbourhood on 'WhitSunday' and watching the walks. It was such a big occasion.

Love the subject, could go on for hours

karenc_4

Posh food ... that reminds me, in the mid eighties I had a posh boyfriend (whose parents were both well travelled teachers). I used to love the "haute cuisine" at their house,

Chicken chasseur
Boeuf Bourgignon
Ratatouille
Chilli con carne
Lasagne/bolognese
Tiramisu

Katyag

susy wrote:

Which reminds me, what happened to the free school milk?

I vividly remember school milk, it always had a layer of fat on the top and totally put me off drinking milk!!!

The do free milk at school again now, my 3 year old gets it but i think its semi they get now.

alison._2

I too remember RIBENA,only at a friends house tho,
my mum , for a treat would wrap our chips in news paper along with a fish finger, to pretend they were from the chippy, which we wouldnt be able to afford!

arkonite_babe

Anyone remember creamola foam???????????????? I used to think this was so sophisticated when I got it on a rare occassion

Other things........

Soda Stream, Mum had one of the first ones that came out with the glass bottles. Used to think it was so cool making our own fizzy drinks. Then being gutted when the gas ran out and it was too expensive to replace.

Getting a school uniform. When I started school, uniform was optional, not compulsory.

Betamax video recorders

Coffee made with carnation milk, I was allowed the rest of the milk in the tin after the adults had their coffee, yummy!

Having Birds Trifle

There are probably loads more things that will spring to mind, but I can't remember any more

laminki

POSH THINGS OF OLD

Shake n Vac instead of doing the carpet on your hands and knees!
Soda Stream
Farrah shirts

spidey

Haha....this thread is funny....

Things I found posh as a kid (I was born in 66)
~Getting a lift to school, or your parents escorting you past the age of 8
~A proper front garden, with flowers and shrubs in (my father was a builder, so our garden was invariably full of cement mixers and huge bags of ballast)
~Eating your dinner in the dining room instead of the kitchen table
~Cleaners (at home)
~Ready meals (apart from boil in the bag vesta meals!)
~Eating out, unless it was a workmans caff or a Wimpy Bar (and even the wimpy bar was a birthday treat)

carol_a_3

My nan getting a record player with STEREO speakers. She got a free record of demos with it which had the sound of a train going across the room, we thought it was wonderful.
Roast chicken on Sundays which was a real luxury.
Heinz tomato soup when I had yet another bout of tonsilitis which my mum put boiled potatoes into.
We were poor but we were happy!!

apprentice_tycoon

I'd forgotten all about the Vesta dehydrated meals :eek: they were my first taste of foreign food