General Chat

I had a friend who although the same age was about half my size..........we used to swap bikes fo a laugh.
I looked like a clown on hers , with knees hitting the handle bars and she had to stand on my pedels as she was to tiny to sit and peddle.

Amanda xx

scrumping in Mr Watsons back garden, he had the most brilliant pear trees, he used to come out and chase us off with his walking stick, remember my brother falling down the tree once, in a mad rush to get away,
that put paid to our scrumping, he had to have a load of stitches, so we had to tell what we had been up too !!!!

Mr Watson said to me a few years later, " if youd have knocked the door and asked, id have let you in the garden to get them "
scrumping was more fun though wasnt it

xxLynnxx

"Chickenpox and whooping cough and other childhood illnesses always had a quarantine period .
you had to stay in bed for such a long time.You weren't even allowed to take your library books back"

Marilyn

My brother once fell into a huge bed of stinging nettles because I had shouted that "the man is comeing".........he wasn't of course.........my first real taste of guilt I think...........lol

Falling over - cut knees, dirty faces and as Marilyn says those childhood illnesses that got you off school...this is a great thread bringing so many memories back.....I know the children today have more material wise, but I bet they dont have as much fun as we did

I have to go out now untill later on tonight, but please keep this thread alive

such lovely memories of childhood fun,

kids today, miss out on a lot really dont they

xxLynnxx

See you later Lynn.

As I was a "tom boy" I spent most of my time falling over or climbing big wooden fences and getting nasty splinters...........lol

"When I visited my aunt and uncle for afternoon tea,we would have either fish paste sandwiches, cut into triangles,or salmon paste sandwiches, followed by Libby's fruit salad with Carnation milk"
Oh it was such luxury !!

Marilyn

Marilyn...I remember salmon paste sandwiches, sardine sandwiches, fruit salad, chivers jelly and battenburg cake when we visited my Nan & Grandad

Marilyn and Colin you are makeing me hungry......lol

Did anyone collect the chivers jelly tokens to get gold fish ?............did they really send them through the post ?

Never heard of the jelly tokens, I used to collect the little paper gollywogs off the marmalade jars to send off for golly badges...there were lots to collect and were made from enamelled metal and really quite nice

I used to collect the jam Gollies.

The fish thing only ran for awhile ( mid 70s I think)
You had to collect a certain amount ,they ,Chivers sent 5 goldfish through the post ?
It was advertised on the telly I seem to remember.

Goldfish by post, gollywog badges...wouldnt happen these days either of them!

Very true Colin...............our fish lived for years,we set them "free"in a park pond eventually.

....what about the toys you craved but never received I always wanted a train set but poor mom and dad had no way of buying me one, never ever told them how much I wanted one as I knew money was tight. Even to this day I have never mentioned it to them.

Got to dissapear now but will be back later - this thread is bringing back so many happy memories

I always wanted a po-go stick...........the kids next door always got whatever was the latest craze.
We didn't have much money.But we had a great abundance of love...........lol

I'm off for my dinner now

Amanda x

thanks for reminding me of those fun filled days gone by--todays bairns dont know what they're missing

Gosh I must be old and poor !!
If we ran out of coal,my mother made my brother & sisters raid the old pantry cupboard floor for old shoes to burn !!
Boy wern't we glad when we saw the Coalman !

Marilyn

I remember being paid 6d to run up the road with a bucket and coal shovel - to pick up the droppings from the horse pulling the milk/baker/coal carts.

Making elderberry "wine" - crushing and straining them through an old pair of mums stockings. Running down the road with a friend to show his mum a bottle of "wine" we had made - and dropping it outside her back door. The stain was there for months.

the po-go stick,,,didnt half make your legs and arms ache,!!

going off up the fields with bag of scabby sandwiches,,,paste or usually jam- (which I hate now) -----and bottle of lemonade made from that yellow powder stuf,,always saved a bit to dip with,,fingers all stained bright yellow,,,,,,,,

catching tadpoles,,,

anyone who had a bike was your friend,,,,

a bigger belly than a dustbin &drooling mouth thinking of all the things you would eat when you got home because you were starving,,,,,,

coming home with nettle stings.


scrumping in the Vicarage orchard,,,then throwing half away cause you couldnt eat it,,,,,

rope swinging across the river,,,,,,,,

feeding half the kids with homemade cakes,,

trying to make crisps and set fire to kitchen,,,,,

def carefree days ,,,,,,and no fear,,,,,and summer seemed for ever,,,,,