What sounds and actions from the 1950s to. 1970s do you miss hearing or are glad are no more?

Workers’ Playtime on the radio

The rumble on the road of Charlie the ice cream man coming along with his horse pulling his ice cream cart.
The smell of tarmac from tge steaming mounds that poured from the tarmac laying machine.
The smell of linseed oil from the production of linoleum by several factories in the town.
The smell of washing boiling away in the wash house in the garden.
What I find really annoying nowadays is the number of digs barking throughout the day.

Tram cars.
Men standing up when a lady entered the room.
Ladies wearing headscarf’s.
Nylons with straight lines up the leg.
Suspenders belts.
Liberty bodices.
Petrol pump attendants.
Men wearing hats and raising them when passing a lady.
When ladies were ladies and not women.
Equal pay was unheard of.
Payment books for family allowance in Mothers names only.
The decent length of school uniforms.
The mini skirt.
Teachers wearing business clothes and academic gowns.
Children Standing up when teacher entered the classroom.
Public phones books.
240 pennies in a £
Pounds shillings and pence.
Dog licences.
Powerful unions.
When tradesmen were valued.
Free prescriptions.
When BBC was the only channel.
God Save the Queen at the end of tv programmes, & films in Picture Houses.
TIM to find the time.
When the world thought Britain was Great.
When everyone attended Church.

Shinamae

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Injsed to love thwt. We didn't get ot in my home area. Only when we went to stay with relatives.

I don’t really miss anything, but remember green shield stamps, cigarette cards my Dad collected, ‘best’ china, a drinks cabinet, walking everywhere and Sunday school. I certainly don’t miss the cesspit lorry.

Aged 8 when we went into the 50s. Living in a city far from the coast now, I miss the sounds of the waves and the swishy rattle as the tide pulled the pebbles down the beach. I even miss the screeching seagulls. I realise that this is not a lost sound to those who live or visit the seaside but it is for me.

What I don’t miss is the incessant singing of “God save the King/Queen”. I remember rebelling at the cinema and staying sitting at the end of a film and half expecting a clout round the ear for being so disrespectful. I was about 14 and no-one seemed to notice.

What wonderful memories you have all shared. Thank you so much. You have brought many back to me. We could write a book of Gransnet Memories of a generation. Thank you again

Going to Brownies and later Girl Guides, and having to polish the brass tie badge. Church parade and bring picked to be the flag bearer sometimes and being afraid I'd drop the flag! Bob-a-job week (hated doing that), which was stopped because of dodgy behaviour towards one of the girls from presumably some dirty old man. Having to play the piano for Sunday school (also a relief to stop doing that).
Walking up the road to the off licence on a Sunday morning for a bottle of Cydrax (spelling?) - non-alcoholic cider, for us all to share with Sunday lunch. Taking the empties back later to get the deposit money back.
The hardware shop on the high street, going there with Dad to buy a few loose screws or nails - none of the multi packs we're stuck with now from the likes of B&Q!

Bottles of lovely thick orange juice from what my mother called 'The Welfare'. She also got bottles of cod liver oil from there.
School milk.
As a Catholic, having to fast for communion for Friday mass before school. Our mum used to give us cold toast to take to school for breakfast after mass and a paper bag with cocoa powder and sugar in it. We would tip it into a mug and the teacher would come round with a kettle and fill our mugs so we had hot cocoa.

Rag and bone man is often round here

I have read all the above comments, some I remember well but I can honestly say I don’t miss any, who could miss white dog poo, hair rollers, dressing up for shopping. No I love our modern world our brains are meant to evolve. We can’t go back. The only thing I miss is the open fire but from the comfort we got from it I think of all the pollution.

I remember the horrible rubber smell of gas masks. My mum used to have me practicing wearing it before I started school. I still can't stand going for gas at the dentists because the smell was the same. I know it's different at the dentists now but I will never forget that smell.

nipsmum, I have that memory too. I used to try on my Mickey Mouse gas mask now and again and the overriding experience was about the rubbery smell.

Real coal fire. Playing whip and top on street. Old roller skates.

The big snow of 1962/63. Socks on our hands to keep them warm and putting them on the fire guard to dry them out to go back out and play. The steam gently spiralling upwards from the socks drying.

The sound of the school bell at my primary school. It hung in a little belfry above the school roof, and the rope hung in the double classroom (one with glass-paned doors that could be folded back for special events like exams and Christmas parties).

Yes I can remember wearing socks on my hands: didn't we have gloves?

Playing two balls against a wall. Hopscotch. Complicated skipping.
Hand knitted cardigans. The house full of smoke.
Tin bath in front of the fire once a week.
My mother’s smart fitted ‘costume’.
The little mobile library when I stayed in the country.
An annual once a year.
Playing in a friend’s ‘vestibule’ Two up two down, we didn’t have one.
Dockers sitting out on the step all day, no work that day.
Pink rubber thingy to put on taps to wash my hair.

I miss the steam trains. We have a heritage railway nearby and it’s lovely to see and hear them again.

The Co-op delivery "boy" on a bicycle of course!

(as well as the rag and bone horse and the pop and bottle man.)

such a lovely park, sagfe to walk there as kids, with a wooded walk, flower beds, aviary, and pets, a water Shute boat and boats for hire. 1950's.

The sound of the rag and bone man shouting

In my native Liverpool he used to come around with a horse and cart shouting "Annyole rags-a-boanes? Annyole boots-a-shooies?"

Another sound you never hear now was the bin man calling the week before Christmas and shouting "Merry Christmas luv" and looking for his "Christmas box" (tip)

Romany ladies coming to the door selling heather and my Mother always invited them in and bought the heather.

Gosh I remember so many of these things, I don’t miss many of them though.
I hated having to use the loo at the bottom of the garden at some of my Aunties homes.
Hated having to wait in all weathers for the bus to school and shops, no bus shelters then.
Putting plastic bags inside our wellies when we went out into the snow, I think our wellies must have leaked.
Cardboard in my shoes as they had holes in the sole.
Freezing cold Lino on our floors, obviously no heating except for the Rayburn in the kitchen and a fire in the seldom used sitting room.
Constantly sweeping the cat off the top of the Telly, it was warm so he slept there swishing his tail across the screen.
The pig swill man coming round for peelings and food scraps.
Playing marbles in the drain covers.
Playing 2 ball against the house wall.
The sound of the coal man delivering the sacks of coal into the ‘coal hole’.
The factory siren going off for start, tea break, lunch and afternoon tea break and then clocking off times, no need for a clock in our house! As it was at the bottom of the road.
Pop growing all our vegetables in our garden, feeding our chickens and rabbits ( odd that they never died they were always ‘taken by the foxes’ ) I suspect we ate them.
Playing for hours in the woods at the back of our house.
BlackBerry picking with all the family for mum to turn into jams and jellies.
Most of all though I miss my parents, brother , Aunts and Uncles. I also miss living half an hour away from the coast.
This post has brought back so many memories some good and some not so good, but Normal for me.

Why was the dog poo white? What did they feed the dogs on, back in the day?

Oopsadaisy1

Why was the dog poo white? What did they feed the dogs on, back in the day?

Bones, I think, were to blame