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Old fashioned Holidays

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Beswitched Sun 27-Jun-21 20:14:07

With all the talk of missing holidays abroad and staycations etc I'm just wondering what gransnet terms remember a holidays from years ago.

I remember the excitement of choosing library books for our fortnight in the country, and buying the bumper summer editions of Beano and Dandy for the car journey and my mum buying tinned ravioli and meatballs for easy dinners in our self catering cottage.

Daisend1 Tue 29-Jun-21 12:15:36

We holidayed in Hythe late forties early fifties, staying b&b in a pub.Father loved easy access to a pint.and he would visit
Folkestone races while mum and self spent days on the beach.
I first experienced a' knickerbocker glory' in an 'ice cream' parlour on the sea front.

aonk Tue 29-Jun-21 12:23:19

On the whole not many happy memories. Usually we went to a small seaside area about 45 minutes drive away from home. Sometimes in a small hotel ( where my father complained incessantly about the food and the other guests) and sometimes in a rented house. It wasn’t usually a success unless the weather was hot and sunny. This was the only weather that my father enjoyed. One year we were all packed to leave but didn’t actually go for 2 or 3 days as it was raining!

Azalea99 Tue 29-Jun-21 12:33:19

At least a month in Stirling. Walks up to the Castle, playing in the King’s Knot or finding lost balls on the golf course. Picnics on the shores of Loch Lomond or the lake of Menteith, trips to St Andrews and Kingsbarns, but best of all just the love and security of my grandmother’s home. Happy days

GardenofEngland Tue 29-Jun-21 12:38:34

6 weeks on Achill Island every summer. Ferry Birkenhead to Liverpool, ferry Livetpool to Dublin sitting outside on deck on a park bench most of the time as mum wouldn't sit with all the drunks (her words!) in 'steerage'. Breakfast on the train Dublin to Westport with the curls of butter on a China dish and little pots of jam, silver cutlery and white linen tablecloths and napkins! Bus from Westport to Achill Sound sitting on a newspaper to stop me being travel sick. Then a taxi oh my the height of luxury to her village of Dooega. We never remember it raining and the freedom to roam. The calves the donkeys and chickens. Helping grandad cut turf and cut the grass for hay it was an amazing summer, after living in a 2up2down slum with outside toilet. She used to have to hunt for us and drag us to go home. Oh the memories!

Cagsy Tue 29-Jun-21 12:46:47

A day out, by coach, to Blackpool was the nearest we got to a holiday

ann678tifney Tue 29-Jun-21 12:53:40

I have a lot of fond memories of Holidays with my parents. They used to hire a flat for 2 weeks, and my dad would go on the train with the babies pram packed with everything we would need and mum would take us on the bus. We lived in Scotland then, and saw lots of lovely places. We would get up in the morning and Dad would take us down to the beach. Mum would come down at lunchtime with Soup, and sandwiches etc. Loved every minute. My Older sister was in the sea swimming all day until mum and dad made her come out to go back to the flat. Our first holiday away was to Blackpool and we loved every minute of it. Think this is why we also tried to have a holiday with our children every year, to make happy memories for everyone.

Patticake123 Tue 29-Jun-21 13:15:36

What a brilliant post, I’ve really enjoyed reading about other people’s memories. We always went on a caravan holiday for Whitsun and a week camping in the summer and from my recall the sun always shone! I remember going with Dad to pick mushrooms from the field behind the campsite and loving the smell of the bacon being cooked by just about every other family. I recall seeing a knickerbocker glory in a shop window and I think it cost 2/6p. I was so cross that I couldn’t have one, too many of us to be able to afford it. So what did we eat? I think tinned stewing steak, corned beef and of course lots of fish and chips. Mum was absolutely sure they always tasted better at the seaside. I remember we would all be upset when it was time to leave the sea behind, knowing we wouldn’t be seeing it again for another year. I now live at the seaside and I still can’t believe how lucky I am to be able to walk along the seafront whenever I want to. Lovely memories.

Llamedos13 Tue 29-Jun-21 13:36:30

Going to my grannies house in S. Shields, spending weeks before we travelled packing and unpacking my little suitcase.The-trip involved four trains and the ferry across the Irish Sea.Still remember my excitement at discovering her gas mask in the old shed! The best was the fish and chips by the pier.

SusieFlo Tue 29-Jun-21 14:03:50

A chalet at Hayle, no running water and a chemical toilet. Endless sunshine (?) A new pair of Seaspray sandals, and a puzzle book in a colour series, all from Woolworths if I remember correctly!

SusieFlo Tue 29-Jun-21 14:04:36

Sand shoes not sandals!

homefarm Tue 29-Jun-21 14:12:17

We didn't have holidays not enough money, but one year my father decided to hire a car and take us to Perranporth. I never did find out where that money came from. We drove across Salisbury plain in the pouring rain in the Ford Anglia whose windscreen wipers did not work on any kind of incline, my mother in the back with my sister being sick. We finally reached the guest house in time for lunch - one cold boiled potato, slice of spam and half a tomato. Nothing else, cup of tea was extra, our rooms overlooked a brick wall and pipes, so close you could lean out and touch it. My Father put us all back in the car and we drove home again. Never had another holiday until my sister and I went away together aged 20/21. I have never returned to Perranporth

lovebeigecardigans1955 Tue 29-Jun-21 14:25:04

We couldn't afford to go on holiday every year but one memory is of walking along a beach on the east coast in howling winds, bundled up in a raincoat and mum saying through gritted teeth, "Smile, and try to look as though you are enjoying yourself!" They weren't all that bad though.

HannahLoisLuke Tue 29-Jun-21 14:25:47

We never had holidays as a family as my parents were farmers and that’s a 365 days a year job. Instead, we’d take it in turns to go on holiday with our grandparents. I remember A b &b in Cliftonville, caravans at Paignton, B &B at Mevagissey with grandad sleeping in a gypsy caravan in the garden. Lovely old fashioned seaside holidays. Other times we’d just stay at my grandparents house in Birmingham which was so different from our farm house in the sticks that it was a holiday in itself. The only problem was the local kids who bullied us mercilessly for just not being local!

Happysexagenarian Tue 29-Jun-21 14:35:33

In the early 50's our annual 2 week holiday was spent in a self-catering 'bungalow' that had previously been a cow shed at Clacton. Small scullery kitchen, no 'fridge just a wooden cool box by the front door; outside toilet full of spiders, no bath or shower. There was an apple orchard with a lovely swingseat under the trees where I'd spend hours with my colouring books and comics. The owner allowed us to pick as many runner beans, peas and tomatoes as we wanted and it was then my task to shell the peas. My grandad took me for walks through the quiet lanes and told me about the trees, flowers and wildlife. We went to the beach if it was warm enough and again it was my grandad who helped me build sandcastles and explored rock pools with me. Mum just sat in a deckchair with her knitting and my Nan kept asking when we were going home. In the evenings we sometimes went to a pub called The Laughing Donkey where we could all sit outside, my Nan didn't really approve but still enjoyed her gin and tonic. Mum tried to take 'nice' photos of me to show the neighbours, but they always looked very posed and artificial. Being allowed to eat fish and chips, ice cream and candyfloss on the beach was a rare treat for me as my Nan did not approve of 'eating in public'. The second week of our holiday was spent shopping for thank you gifts to take home to neighbours - boring. Then there was the long journey home by buses and train lugging heavy suitcases. Happy days!

In the late 50s/60s we went upmarket to a proper bungalow on Canvey Island and thus began my love of island life. The very elderly lady who owned the bungalow moved into a caravan at the end of the garden while we stayed in her home. Our holidays followed much the same pattern but as I was now older I was allowed to go out and explore on my own. I loved wandering on the beach very early in the morning talking to dog walkers and the deckchair man. I also learned to ride bareback courtesy of a local traveller's son with a piebald pony. Mum would have been horrified if she'd known who I was with! I remember Canvey had a volunteer fire service who were called out by sounding sirens across the island. The first time it happened my grandad panicked as he thought the island was flooding again as it had in 1953!

Holidays to Canvey alternated with visits to Wales for my grandparents to see elderly relatives while they could still travel. When I was about 16/17 holidays came to an end because of my grandad's frailty and my Nan's dementia. But I have so many lovely memories of simple English seaside holidays.

And now I live on an island just a mile from the sea and try to give our grandchilden some of the same simple holiday pleasures when they visit us.

GillT57 Tue 29-Jun-21 15:18:56

What a lovely thread! The one thing that springs up on almost every post is that the children loved it, but poor Mothers were not really having much of a break. We drove up to Scotland two or three times a year for our holidays, and stayed with grandparents. I still know every spot on the A1 that we would pass and tick off (The Ram Jam Inn), every place we would stop for toilets or ice cream ( Appleby). One week with grandparents who lived in the country so a week spent up at the loch picknicking, or visiting aunts and uncles and cousins, then the second week with the other set of grandparents who lived in Prestwick within walking distance of the beach. We used to buy morning rolls from the bakers, sliced (Lorne) sausage from the butcher) and light a fire to cook everything in a frying pan. All four of us, plus luggage, crammed into a mini.

jaylucy Tue 29-Jun-21 15:20:43

We always had caravan holidays, very often either rented or borrowed from someone in our village, usually somewhere on the East coast.
Only time I was allowed a Bunty comic !
We always had those little individual boxes of cereal for breakfast.
Bottles of sterilised milk form the on site shop
Fray Bentos pies, tins of corned beef, tinned potatoes - caravans really only had 2 burners and a tiny oven and the only fridge was a bucket of cold water (that had to be collected from the communal tap!)
Trecking across the site to the toilet and shower block (our caravan always seemed to be the furthest away!)
No tv, just a radio to listen to
Mum was always terrified that the glass mantles over the lights would get broken by us bouncing on the beds, or just flinging back the covers if there were bunks!
In fact the smell and hiss of Calor gas
We always bought a bucket and spade each, plus a kite each that we always said we would take the next year, but never did.
Last morning, making the final visit to the beach and getting in the car to leave, with my pockets full of shells and pebbles.
Each day was spent on the beach, with an occasional visits to the nearest zoo or animal park.
We didn't seem to need the constant entertainments that todays children seem to need, which was a good thing, because we never had the money to spend on much more than the essentials.

Soleil Tue 29-Jun-21 16:23:27

We always had camping holidays.
A large tent,five children and two dogs.
Dad had a litttle mirror dingy and an outboard motor. I think we took one change of clothes for the week. How my Mum managed to assemble everything and get it all into one car I will never know.
The boat perched on a roof rack with tent underneath.
We had many adventures to the New Forest,Wales and the Lake District.
Instant mash,sausages and beans,one of many meals cooked on a little camping stove.
I remember the seven of us, plus dogs, bobbing about on Lake Windermere when the heavens opened.
Happy times.

SJV07 Tue 29-Jun-21 17:06:15

I Spy books still available. I saw then in the P.O. the other day! Grandboys too old for them now!!!

Bluecat Tue 29-Jun-21 17:18:18

"I-spy on A Train Journey", because we always went by train. We didn't have a car until I was 13 and my sister and I were always sick on coach journeys. So we had to go to somewhere that was on a direct line from Leicester and had enough to keep us happy for a week. This meant Great Yarmouth, Skegness, Blackpool (until we all had diarrhoea and sickness) and Weston-super-Mare (but only once, as we had incredibly bad weather, which put everyone off, plus Mum complained that we got muddy on the beach.) When I was 10, we got a bit more adventurous and went to the Isle of Wight, which we all decided was lovely despite the hassle of changing trains.

Sometimes we went in guest houses but gradually switched over to caravans and chalets. Mum disliked the formality in guest houses - making small talk in the lounge, keeping us quiet and constantly on our best behaviour - and said that it was much nicer to have our own place. However, she also said that self-catering wasn't a real holiday for a woman, as she had to do all the cooking and cleaning up. I feel that Dad would have helped but I can't remember. It didn't occur to them that we could have eaten in cafes.

I liked the guest houses, even though we had to be good girls all the time. I liked changing into a clean frock for tea and watching anxiously to make sure that my sister didn't get the cake that I wanted. I also liked the novelty of sleeping in caravan bunks with a nightlight in a saucer of water, for safety reasons, after Dad had turned off the little gas light in our room. Every holiday followed the same pattern - all day on the beach followed by a show in the evening or a trip to the amusements. It was so familiar and so comforting.

Mollygo Tue 29-Jun-21 17:19:54

We didn’t go away. No money. Holidays were very much like Covid lockdown when I think about it. Lots of time to do jigsaws and play outside, lots of time to read, so we visited the library more often and lots of long walks.
My favourite walk crossed a canal half way there and we were allowed to cool our feet. Another went by some ‘slag heaps’ which we raced up and down with no thought of potential danger.
I-Spy flowers and trees means I can still identify many of them all these years later.

Cabbie21 Tue 29-Jun-21 17:33:38

My childhood holidays were spent in the caravan but one year we actually went to a guest house. On caravan holidays my mum took a loaf of bread to the beach and made sandwiches there, and a bowl to whip up some Instant Whip! From the guests house I had the privilege of going to buy take away sandwiches from a cafe for us and I thought I was in heaven.

Elvis58 Tue 29-Jun-21 17:37:43

A new famous five book, Bunty comic a new bucket or spade because we could never find both.Going to the variety show at the end of the pier.Swimming in the sea and crabbing on the pier.Fish and chips, fizzy pop and crisps.The sheer anticipation and excitement of a week in the seemingly never ending sun!

coastalgran Tue 29-Jun-21 18:40:28

Holidays at my great aunt in Widnes. My dad drove all the way from Scotland and we would stop at various places on the way to stay with other relatives. She had a huge garden with fruit bushes, roses, lots of peas, beans, lettuces. In the greenhouse there were tomatoes. It was an old house and the beds were rock hard and we had linen sheets and hand towels edged in lace, probably her best.

Alioop Tue 29-Jun-21 19:50:29

Famous 5 books, moneybox full of pennies and off to our caravan for 2 months ( hols in N.Ireland are July& August). Eating chips, candyfloss and dulce( seaweed). My aunt had a caravan opposite ours and she worked in a sweet shop, she used to bring boxes for milky ways, finger of fudge and ruffle bars. We were never away from her caravan door. smile

Kali2 Tue 29-Jun-21 19:59:27

Never went abroad as a child. We stayed for 1 whole month in a wooden hut, no mod cons, gas light and 2 gas rings- right by a lake. We were allowed to just go wild, in the water or in the rowing boat all day- games of cowboys and Indians in the evenings with kids of all ages. When my mother suggested we should go to Spain for a change, we point blank refused.

We kids were allowed to invite one friend each, 1 for the first 2 weeks, one for the last two. Just brilliant.