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

Callistemon21

Whitewavemark2

Lying in bed this morning letting my mind drift and for no apparent reason

I remembered those shoe x-ray things.

Children’s shoe shops.

Climbed a couple of steps put your feet in new shoes into a gap and peered at them through an eye thing and lo and behold there were your toes wriggling in you new and roomy shoes.

😲 oh yes!

It was really good fun seeing the bones in your feet!
Quite shocking when you think about it!

Yes I remember that, wasn’t it an odd thing. One of our big department stores ( remember them? ) had a whole floor for children’s shoes and the seating was arranged around a huge “fairy tale” tree trunk. It was great fun.
If it was school shoes though I often ended up with lace- ups because of my long narrow feet☹️

Whitewavemark2

Lying in bed this morning letting my mind drift and for no apparent reason

I remembered those shoe x-ray things.

Children’s shoe shops.

Climbed a couple of steps put your feet in new shoes into a gap and peered at them through an eye thing and lo and behold there were your toes wriggling in you new and roomy shoes.

😲 oh yes!

It was really good fun seeing the bones in your feet!
Quite shocking when you think about it!

Lying in bed this morning letting my mind drift and for no apparent reason

I remembered those shoe x-ray things.

Children’s shoe shops.

Climbed a couple of steps put your feet in new shoes into a gap and peered at them through an eye thing and lo and behold there were your toes wriggling in you new and roomy shoes.

The chuff chuffing of steam trains
But I don't miss getting a smut in the eye if you dared to lean out of the window.

Gosh yes! I must have pushed lots of cars in my time but certainly not recently. Also cars going into ditches seemed quite common.

Pushing cars was popular then I recall 🙃

Yes Wishes I love the touring caravan my parents owned as a child.
Those gas mantles had a special smell, and the morning cuppa even tasted special with twisted milk sterilised plus the smell of fresh grass wafting through the windows while we were still snuggled up in our sleeping bags.
Heavenly😌

We stayed in the same self catering flat in a house in Lowestoft for our week’s holiday every year. It was very close to the sea and I remember the sound of the waves when I went to sleep each night. Happy days.

Loved the sound of train carriage doors being slammed by passengers leaving trains at Victoria Station in late 1950s. I used to walk home from primary school via the station, just to hear the sounds.

Oopsadaisy1 You have reminded me of the coal man delivering coal. Ours uses to throw open the tall back gate so that it slammed against the wall.... then shout COAL!!!

Going to the same caravan every year in Weymouth. As a child it was an adventure.

Mum lighting the little gas lamps around the caravan in the evening.
Fetching the water from the communal water taps in two big containers allocated to each van.
Sleeping in the broom cupboard, as we termed it. It held the caravans cleaning materials with a small shelf and mattress. big enough for a little one! I graduated to my sisters bed when she stopped coming on holiday, she was ten years older than me.
Not so sure about the trek to the toilet block though! The daddy long legs used to freak me out.

Oopsadaisy1

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

Bones, I think, were to blame

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

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.

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

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)

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.

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

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.

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

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).

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.

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

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.

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.