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Life in the 1950's
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ChristinaS | Report | 5 Sep 2013 07:51 |
Thanks for the explanation Von :-) |
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Von | Report | 4 Sep 2013 15:47 |
Christina |
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ChristinaS | Report | 4 Sep 2013 14:20 |
I have vague memories of catching a bus to Aldgate, then taking a trolley bus to my grandparents who lived near the docks. Just imagine the chaos that trolley buses would cause in that area now! |
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Von | Report | 4 Sep 2013 12:47 |
I'll pass on the hat thanks Rollo |
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RolloTheRed | Report | 4 Sep 2013 11:50 |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yzfwm5VfrQQ |
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Von | Report | 4 Sep 2013 11:45 |
Good gracious me noooooooo :-0 :-0 |
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LaGooner | Report | 4 Sep 2013 11:44 |
Good morning Von, are you Errol in disguise :-D :-D :-D :-D |
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Von | Report | 4 Sep 2013 11:40 |
Paul Temple is currently on BBC radio 4 :-D :-D :-D :-D |
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Bobtanian | Report | 1 Sep 2013 23:28 |
"Quatermass" which was apparently riveting.................is having a re run........on freeview.......... |
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Sharron | Report | 1 Sep 2013 19:02 |
We moved in 1964 to a council house, yes, a council house was something we aspired to, which had a cold tap in the kitchen and the outside lavatory had a flush. |
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Kay???? | Report | 1 Sep 2013 18:46 |
and everyone hung a jam jar smeared with a little jam and filled with water hung outside the backdoor to catch the wasps, |
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~Lynda~ | Report | 1 Sep 2013 18:34 |
In the house I was born in, there wasn't a bathroom, toilet was outside, so we had a bath in a tin bath, in front of a roaring fire, lovely and warm when you got out. Mum did hand washing at home, but bigger items went to the bagwash, the washing was brought home wet, in some sort of big sheet, and Mum would hang it out in the garden to dry, it was taken and brought back in an old pram, in fact I think there were more bagwashes in prams than babies :-D |
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RolloTheRed | Report | 1 Sep 2013 16:51 |
My OH has a big jar of sea salt in the kitchen. She says it is essential for all sorts of things and that ordinary saxo salt is nbg. Apparently her mother used to buy it in Paris as a big lump. Now it is already granulated. She also has a metal hammer from her mum used both for the salt and sugar loaves. |
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Sharron | Report | 1 Sep 2013 16:38 |
She never salted beans but she got through the big lump at a rate of knots. |
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RolloTheRed | Report | 1 Sep 2013 16:31 |
Not sure when next yr local multiplex will have South Pacific ( it is available in digital format ) but here is the next best thing |
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Kay???? | Report | 1 Sep 2013 16:20 |
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~Lynda~ | Report | 1 Sep 2013 15:02 |
Some great memories on here folks thanks :-D |
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Sally | Report | 1 Sep 2013 15:00 |
what a lovely thread and memeries |
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Linda | Report | 1 Sep 2013 13:24 |
I remember the dentist coming to the house to take six of my teeth out on the dinning room table, mum was airing my sisters nappies in front of the aga ( my sister is six younger then me) mum came to see if I was alright and when she went back into the kitchen the nappies were on fire :-D :-D :-D |
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Sharron | Report | 1 Sep 2013 11:24 |
A pound of loose currants in a purple bag, bacon off the slicer that went ching at the end of every rasher and that big lump of salt that everybody's mother had and nobody ever knew what they did with it. |