General Chat

rememeber it all often think back , thats why i love taking the kids camping, nothing but fields and sea so they have to make there own games and play in the park.
some times i think with sky and other new fangled programe things the picture breaks up and takes ages to come on the telly, you couldn't bang these ones to get a better picture the screen would crack or you would be arrested for criminal damage

My first wage was £11 in 1976,

my Gran always kept a tin of salmon in the cupboard in case anyone came for tea. I have no idea how old that tin was, but we never got it when we visited for tea LOL

My son was lucky Teresa, as our house is a few yards from a play area but not too well used so noisy except for games of football, and teenagers hanging out there sometimes. Just beyond that is a wooded shrubby area, been there for ever it feels, and my lad and his mates used to play there, had a rope swing on a tree, and used to make dens. I always knew he was safe there so long as he was with friends and not alone, and sometimes he had our dog with him too, and they would spend hours playing there then coming up to have a kick about on the 'park'. I would go out and do my fishwife bit when it was mealtimes, a few yells did the trick lol.
LIzx

we went out for lunch today and was honoured with our sons presence,
hubby had fresh peas on his plate,

when he said in suprise our son said , f r e s h p e a s
dad you ok,
peas are peas
we said yeh member wen you shelled um tho and ate um raw,
pulled carrots from the garden and just run um under tap, ate um fresh,
hubby said these carrots are fresh too,
son said

still growing dad are they?
flippin comedian

Mum's home made Welsh cakes and Maids of Honour. Home made blackberry and crab apple jelly made from the fruit we picked. Getting up early to go and pick mushrooms before the sun came up and the flies got to them or the cattle walked on them. Having the cows follow you round when you were mushrooming in the hope you had a toffee to give them. Cutting holly for Christmas, picking hazel nuts and damsons. Going out in the dark to the outside look round the side of the house - field alongside the cottage and usually Star, the old shire horse in the field would just snort and stamp his feet and frighten the living daylights out of you. On a stormy night in Spring having little baby lambs in the cottage when they'd got separated from their mums. Dad coming home with pheasants and rabbits he had shot for dinner. Such happy happy memories - making dens down in the wood and playing in the brook. Decided one day to get in the brook and walk up it to the source without ever getting out of it - right to the top of the mountain. Picking primroses and tying them in bunches with wool and attaching them to a long stick to keep them tidy. Searching out lovely scented white violets for Mum and looking for birds nests in the spring and seeing the lovely eggs in them.

LOL Lady up the road making toffee apples.......penny each......(I think)

yep recall the white poo- dogs ate bones then instead of winalot!!
cycle speedway in the road.the track was set around two manhole covers in the road.
the milk was delivered by a horsedrawn milk float...the horse knew the round better than the milkman.....who was often a bit worse for wear...so to speak.

And today I saw one of those TVs in a wooden cabinet !

I'm trying to find the name of a certain biscuit from yesteryear.........they were iced biscuits , brown.....red.....white...yellow......with pictures ( in iceing ) on them......some square,some round. They were called "Play "something......I think......does any one remember them ?
Amanda

My husband was brought up in the country, and in the winter there was ice on the inside of the windows as well as the outside (same as you remember, Christina!) and his mum used to scrape all the ice off and put in the kettle to boil for the morbing cuppa! Oo-er!! He first drove a tractor at 10 yrs old, and was often sent rabbiting with his uncle, for a cheap meal. He's only 34 though, so not long ago! I'd love to live where his family do.

www.poultry.allotment.org.uk/Chicken_a/Chicken_Egg_Excess/index.php


oooops wrong thread!!!

Christina.....each biscuit had a different picture....I remember a house....a bicycle
that sort of thing.
They were called "play time"or "play box" or some such name......it's driving me round the bend not being able to remember ....lol

Amanda, it's driving me mad too. I can taste them, see them, but cannot think of the name! Will keep searching! BC XX

Stan......my brother made a go-kart out of old pram wheels......Dad kept saying he would make us one but never did....the one my brother made was something to behold.......lol
Hours of dangerious fun was had on that.......lol

Remember when Buses had a driver AND a conductor, with his or her little ticket machine...?

Or which one you had just missed LOL

Have been reading this 'blast from the past' and found the name of those biscuits lol :-D

is Amanda still around I wonder? if so get the kettle on girl D ;-)

http://ronnas.blogspot.co.uk/2009/05/playbox-cookies.html

I thought for one minute that TW was back :-(

White dogs doo dah......Bones.......I know this because mine ate bones for a day and the result was chalky white dogs doo dah.

what a lovely thread I got all exicted at seeing TW's name then :-D

.................. When they played the National Anthem at the end of the TV programmes every night whilst showing a picture of the Queen. If we were at our Grannies house she would make us stand to attention.

Sorry to disappoint Susan :-(... I just fancied a 'wander back in time'...like we do :-)

...and hope TW is well Hayley :-)

As we did at the end of a night at the pictures Paula :-D...and sometimes (if we thought we'd miss last bus home) walking slowly backwards up the aisle :-D