General Chat

We had a bombing range which was still in use and didn't even flinch when a plane broke the sound barrier over the school.

We all used to play down there too and I don't remember anybody ever telling us not to. I am not sure if they thought that even we would not be silly enough to play on the bombing range or if they might not be sorry to see the back of some of us.

Can you see me in the picture I would have been in the stands every match from 1956. Not owing up to the wee ;-) :-D :-D :-D :-D.

Our luxury snack was potatoes thrown straight into the wood burning bonfire taken out as black as yer hat and sprinkled with loads of salt. Yummy :-D

Playing out, with all the kids in the Street, nobody was left out, and all sat on someone's front door step, if you were lucky someone's Mum gave you a packet of biscuits to share, that was eating out, in real style that was :-D

By the way LG, I have a great photo of The Arsenal crowd in the 50's, packed like sardines they were, Father in Law said you couldn't get out of the crowd to have a wee, so you did it where you stood, well the men did anyway :-D

I was born in 1952 and loved the life then. We were never very well off but we made our own entertainment. Remember playing out until dark in the Summer Holidays just going in for meals and straight back out.

I think the 1950's was a very unique time, it was after the war, but before the so called "swinging 60's"

For me it was a time where those who had lived through the war, thought themselves lucky to have survived it, although I lived in a Street that had been bombed I don't recall anyone really talking about the war, I think people wanted to forget that awful time and didn't want their children to worry about it. I knew there had been a war, and I knew that an Uncle had been to a POW camp, I also played on the bombed ruined sites, and in the houses that were half derelict, but still had pots and pans, and other stuff in them to play "house"
Neighbours were all called Auntie and Uncle, and children ran errands for anyone in the Street. My large family all lived within a Street of each other, and my cousins were all good friends, who would always look out for you.

Life in the 50's must of been hard, but for me it was a time like no other decade, it was absolutely wonderful :-D

Anyone else agree?

Apart from the smog that is :-D