little blue bag of salt in crisps that you can't find when your in the pictures
outside toilet
potty under the bed
Jimmy Clitheroe on the radio
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You can still get a pack of 6 bags of crisps with the packet of salt in it. Sandwiches dripping with condensed milk. My first boyfriend (aged 5) was the vicar's son. Squares of newspaper hanging on a nail in the outside loo. Helping mum wind hanks of wool into balls for knitting. Making rag rugs out of old torn clothing. Ice forming on the inside of bedroom windows in winter. Putting extra coats on top of the bed. Archie Andrews on the radio. Al Reid on the radio. Arthur Worsley the ventriloquist who always smiled at the jokes his dummy told.
This has brought back so many memories, thank you for starting it Vashti. xx
Ahhhh Vashti just been right there with you ...... Loved Camp coffee. and Woolworths broken biscuits!!!!!! X
Ahhh Vashti. Just been right there with you. Loved Camp coffee and Woolworths broken biscuits!! X
I think you have named all mine apart from the vicars son,Lol Wakey Wakey Billy Cotton on a Sunday afternoon. Love heart sweets,flying saucers with sherbet inside.
I recall being sent to the local grocery shop, carrying a list of needed items. I stood in a queue facing a serving counter with a very busy assistant behind it. There were sides of bacon, loose biscuits, tea chests and much more. Each item had to be weighed and wrapped - even butter and sugar. Then the bill had to be totted up. Paid for with cash or cheque. What was really nice, was the smell of bacon etc xxx
Oh yes DD, loved my whip and top, we had competitions to see who could keep going the longest etc., I remember the school milk when the tops were made of cardboard and had a little round bit in the centre that you could push in , then put your straw in it. It was yucky, warm and creamy in the warmer weather - horrible.
The cardboard milk bottle tops were washed off and used to make pompoms with ripped out wool.French knitting that never seemed to grow. The blue sugar bags, opened out for drawing on with pastel sticks. Nothing much was wasted then. Yellow lemon soaps in our Christmas stockings that dried your skin on contact. Oh, and the taste of tomato sandwiches, carried about for hours in the sun, hot, soggy and delicious!
Frozen in winter and hot in the summer. Often the sun had turned it sour as it stood outside in the crate for hours. We were made to drink it, I've been put off milk for life. Same with semolina pudding, served at school dinners, also made to eat it and tremble at the thought of it today! 😄
I still drink sterilised milk, everyone else hates it. Chocolate logs, Sherbet fountains, Highland toffee, Loose tea, toast done on the coal fire, yum.
I remember all those things. Plus brown wrapping paper, sand in the sandwiches on the beach, playing hopscotch and skipping. Also juggling three or four balls against the wall. Those were the days! X
Hearing the milk float and the clink of milk bottles at some unearthly hour in the morning when I was snuggled up in bed. The coalman delivering our monthly supply of coal and the baker van with his lovely fresh loaves of bread. Playing skipping and hopscotch in the street. Dogs roaming free around the streets and Saturday nights in the garden of our local pub with Mum and Dad, we had Oxo crisps and a bottle of pop with a straw. Happy days. xxx
Hi vashti, mum calling me in at dusk I had been playing in the street all day I was about 7 or 8' mum used to send me to the shop to buy half ounce of A1 and a packet of red papers and could buy a flying saucer as a treat. Tier with icecream in it yum. Climbing trees, playing kiss chase with the boys, liberty bodicesm horrible navy blue baggy nickers for PT. the coal an and his horse and cart, same with the milkman, no supermarkets, nothing open on Sunday's, half day closing on Wednesday. Oh that should read Tizer with icecream. Pear drops, meltonian shoe white, no takeaway, only fish and chips Friday nights with malt vinegar.
Memories, I recall most of the things mentioned. My first job was in Woolworths and I used to sell them broken biscuits, you mentioned. I recall having 10p in old pence for all my treats for the week after paying my board and bus fares to work. But we did used to get a discount on goods bought from the shop. To spite my younger age I used to have no bathroom and bath was once a week in a tin bath in front of the fire, our toilet was state of the art chemical toilet in what would be a broom cupboard these days. I still had to be in at ten when out on a date. Guess we could all tell a few stories and relate a few memories from childhood, we were happier then I think. Bye for now have a good weekend everyone ....
Morning Vashti, Remember all the things you mentioned, Californian Poppy perfume especially, also Evening In Paris, always in a blue bottle.pinching it from mums bedroom, not realising she would immediately smell it on me. Wonderful memories of such a happy childhood,even thru the war years, Best wishes, Bulpit
Nikkers, How lovely, I guess like me you loved that perfume, a very evocative smell, isn't it amazing a smell will bring back loads of memories, Sometimes makes us all feel sad. Very best wishes, Bulpit
My gran always used to buy me a small bottle of Devon Violets which I kept on my dressing table in the room I shared with my younger sister. One morning I woke up to an awful pong. Sister with a big cheesy grin over her face and my EMPTY bottle of scent on the window ledge - then I noticed the huge stain on the front of her pyjama top. I was furious, and never could stand the smell of Devon Violets again...lol
What a trip down memory lane. Taking a transistor radio to bed on a Sunday night, and listening to Jimmy Clitheroe and the top twenty under the blankets.. Xx
Hi Argana,, do you remember he had a sister and her dozy boyfriend. I think his Mother and Grandad also. It is such a long time ago., over 50 years. Where on earth has that time gone. I am on my last week of the holiday in Thailand, and starting to dread the flight home. Keep well Marie. X
Marie, I can remember it like yesterday, even though I can hardly remember yesterday most days. The sister was Susan, the daft boyfriend was Alfie and Mum and Grandad tried to keep order.
I have thoroughly enjoyed reading these posts. At my age, all these wonderful memories tend to fade so many thanks for jogging my memory. Why is it that at the time spent making these memories, we never knew how quickly time would pass. All very nostalgic reading and great to read xx
Buying a bag of broken biscuits, buying something in the co-op payment going upstairs in a thing wizzing overhead, scrumping dafodils from the grand house across the river Tamar, dressing my friends little brother up as Guy Faulks and pushing him around in an old pram and calloing out Penny For The Guy! x
Hi again Nikkers, Had to smile at Navy blue knickers with the pocket, if you had a pair without the pocket, the hanky went up the under the elastic,also we played KNOCK UP GINGER, I bet it was the same game, Knock on people's doors,then run and hide, regards, Bulpit
Hi vashti, just about done all of this, to this day i love liquorich, i want some & sherbert now. I read the Angelique books, they were as i remember, exciting , far more erotic than the explicitness of today. Some things should keep their mystery. Love margaret x
Great post, jogged some very happy memories...post office saving stamps, gobstoppers that lasted forever, tumbling out of the pictures playing cowboys and indians, fighting over which flavour pop from the corona man, packets of 5 Woodbines, ankle socks that always slipped down, Frankie Howard on the radio, happy days!
Watching the lady in the co-op shape butter with a butter pat then wrap it in greaseproof paper. And weighing out sugar into blue bags. I still call that shade of blue 'sugar bag blue'. Wintergreen on your chest and back when you had a cold or cough. Mum boiling up onions until they were liquid and keeping it in a bucket. Dipping a cup into the mixture to help with coughs and colds too. I could go on forever.
My teenage memories are a bit different.
Anyone remember getting into a hot bath with your denim jeans on ? The idea was to let them dry on your body and hope that they would shrink and mould themselves to your shape and make you completely irresistable to the opposite sex. It didn't work Dresses were rarely worn but only acceptable if they were 6 inches above the knee, violently psychedelic and with bell-bottom sleeves. Being a teenager in the late 60s I was obsessed with flower power and San Francisco. Remember Scott Mackenzie and 'If you're going to San Fransisco, be sure to wear some flowers in your hair' ? Going out in the evening I'd nick a chrysanthemum or rose or any flower at all to wear in my hair and once or twice ended up with earwigs crawling across my forehead. But all in a day's work for a flower child. I got white bellbottoms when I was around 17 and after that the bright orange kaftan. After my first student summer in london the velvet trousers were introduced and finally at the age of 21, again in London, I got the Afghan (?) coat with the embroidered suede and the shaggy, smelly furry bits all round the edges. The epilogue to this flower-power obsessed teenage stage was that at the age of 20, having hitchhiked all the way from Ohio, I got to San Francisco and headed straight for Haight-Ashbury where it all began. But I was too late. There wasn't a single flower child there. Things had moved on to the next stage. We threw our flowers into the hedge and concentrated on the 'make love, not war' badges and frayed the ends of our jeans.
I remember all that Argana - and more. I used to go around in my tiny short bell shaped dresses that just about covered my dignity, rows and rows of assorted beads around my neck and arms, flowers painted on my face and head bands around my forehead with flowers stuck in them. I shudder now at the memory, but I thought I was sooooo "cool" at the time! Lol
No, don't shudder. We were young and happy then and life was so full of promise. I think we should cherish our memories and I'm sure we were totally cool
Fab thread Vashti! I would add, in no particular order
Rag and bone man coming round with horse and cart
Betterware man selling door to door
Green shield stamps
Vinyl records (I still have these!), especially singles with your name on so you didn't lose them at parties
School nurses who used to put sticky yellow ointment on cuts and grazes and check you hair for nits
Vesta prawn curry
Penny box at the sweet shop
Love all the memories people have posted
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the 'nit nurse' with her jug of disinfectant to dip the comb in while going through your hair. Mum used to do mine at home every Friday night.
I remember all of those ....... Also, playing in the street until it was dark and going to Battersea Park with my sister, just the two of us, aged 6 and 7. We used to ask a complete stranger "please can you see us across the road". How sad those trusting times have changed. x
I still occasionally buy sherbet spaceships as a treat
Little milk bread rolls from the bakers
As a special treat a bottle of Appleade from the Corona delivery man
A toasted hot cross bun in bed on Easter Sunday toasted by my dad (made it extra special)
The tin bath on a Sunday night and Horlicks afterwards listening to the radio
The awful fogs we had (lived in London when I was small)
Having a afternoon trip out with our landlady and my little brother to a blue bell wood - she in leather lederhosen with stout boots and a very long walking staff all of us singing 'I love to go a wandering' I think my brother just lalalad. Still love bluebells
And yes the freedom we had when we moved to the country (Crawley New Town) and the amazement at having a bathroom with loo only for our family
Noddy Books, still used to have a sneaky read in my early teens
I m doubly nostalgic for the time and the place.As have lived in Germany and France the last 30 years . Much of what i see here held good for me born in london i n 58.
The vans that delivered the smells
in shops. As a young boy the games i remember were conkers and marbles. No one played conkers here in France.
Itchy school shorts in grey worsted
not so great that,school caps.
Certaily playing out in the streets til
dusk when mums came calling us in.
Rich memories.
I am always curious always to know how it was for those born
say 10 years or so before me
I mean i remember churchill s funeral and John Kennedy s death
Does anyone remember hot pants and back combed hair and thick black eye liner. My Dad would not let me wear hot pants, but as soon as I got to the bottom of the street off with the skirt, PVC knee high boots, and hot pants. I loved them. One night we all went to Morecambe bowl, and Roy Orbison was top of the bill, it was fantastic.xx
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