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When I was born........

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kittylester Tue 09-Jun-20 07:48:58

very few people had a tv (and the world was in black and white!) or a telephone. Now I can talk to my family (or anyone else!) in full technicolor (!!) on my tiny phone.

It freaked me out when I first thought about it.

What astounds you or freaks you out? grin

Witzend Tue 09-Jun-20 18:37:58

My dds found it absolutely hysterical when I first told them that when I was little, the milkman came with a horse. ‘Back in the really olden days, when you were young, Mum...’.
That would have been early/mid 1950s.
I have a hazy memory of a baker coming with a horse, too.

Jane43 Tue 09-Jun-20 19:11:10

Coal fires are a nice, romantic idea but I remember my Dad often struggling to light the fire, sometimes the room would fill with smoke. Then there was making sure there was enough coal to keep it going. When the ‘coal man‘ came Mum would rush out to the back garden to check that the correct number of bags were going into the coal house. The nice side of a coal fire was making toast over the fire with a toasting fork and roasting chestnuts underneath. Best of all was Mum warming my vest and pants so they would be nice and warm for me to put on when the mornings were cold.

Dinahmo Tue 09-Jun-20 19:29:52

Back in the late sixties I had a friend who came from Grimsby. Her father was a fish filleter. She used to talk about her life and how Friday night was bath night - a tub in front of the fire. The coalman used to come on Friday evenings and had to walk through the room with the tub. It was only when she was 16 that her mum put a stop to it. My friend coould have been joking.

Dinahmo Tue 09-Jun-20 19:37:48

Another friend moved to Woodbridge in Suffolk after finishing teachers' training college, with her husband. This was around 1970. They had a bathroom in their house but she remembers the night soil man collecting from the other side of the street, which wasn't yet on main drainage.

Deedaa Tue 09-Jun-20 19:44:21

When we were teenagers only one of my three friends had a phone. If we wanted to arrange an outing the rest of us would go to the nearest phone box to ring her and make our suggestions. then we would have to ring her back to find out what everyone else had said. This would have to be repeated several times before we all reached an agreement! Now I can pick up my smart phone and as well as phoning friends I can send a message across the Atlantic, play some music, or check on the dates of Civil War battles.

Framilode Tue 09-Jun-20 19:53:00

My childhood in the 50's was different from most on here as my father was in the Colonial Service and I was brought up, in some luxury, in Africa. My parents had live in staff and as far as I can remember my mother never did much but drink gin and ring for service.
As children we had a very free life and could roam far and wide in a wonderful climate. However, at the age of 9 I was sent back to boarding school and only saw my parents every couple of years. That was a very unhappy time.

Grannynannywanny Tue 09-Jun-20 20:38:44

Framilode that must have been very tough not to see your parents for so long.

Scrappydo Tue 09-Jun-20 21:28:52

My son was shocked after seeing a photo of me in a pram outside our house by the railings on the pavement where I was left to get some fresh air alone for hours daily. Now you can’t take your eyes off children.

Eloethan Tue 09-Jun-20 23:25:16

What astounds - and saddens - me is that the human race has the brains to discover and invent so many things but we don't seem to have the brains to look after our planet and many of the people living on it.

Witzend Wed 10-Jun-20 08:42:39

It still sometimes amazes me that I can lie in bed, idly think I fancy reading such-and-such a book, and within seconds have it whooshing into my Kindle.

No matter how often anyone more scientifically-minded (e.g. dh) tries to explain any such thing to me - ditto photos and little vids whooshing to phone or iPad - I still can’t get my head around how such a thing can be possible.

And yet on the few occasions when I’ve told someone that my mother was sometimes (proven to be) acutely telepathic over long distances, people who unquestioningly accept modern technology will scoff and say it was imagination/coincidence, even though the human brain is so very complex, and they still don’t know what every part of it does, or can do.

Grammaretto Wed 10-Jun-20 09:19:52

Witzend I used to love to pet the milkman's horse.
I adored horses and met a few despite living in London from the age of about 10.

More recently while helping with RDA I met a woman whose father drove the baker's van in Airdrie. She was taught to drive the horse and had to be very careful not to break any meringues or she would be in trouble.

The Rag and Bone man drove a horse drawn cart, and he really did shout "Any old iron"

Froglady Wed 10-Jun-20 09:40:40


Did anyone have a shared phone line? We had a shared line with our neighbour with our first phone in the 60’s because it made the phone rental a bit cheaper. Only one household could use it at a time. If you lifted the phone and heard the neighbour in mid conversation you said sorry and quickly hung up.

It worked fine till our neighbours moved and their replacements were nosey Parkers. Mid conversation it wasn’t unusual to hear them lifting their phone and staying on to eavesdrop!

Yes, I had forgotten that. We shared with a family down the road; that was in 1964.

Brunette10 Wed 10-Jun-20 09:42:21

I remember the 'rag and bone' man and used to love when I heard him shout. Begged my mum to give me something so I could take it to him for a ballon or mum always wanted clothes pegs, never understood why, I do now of course. We weren't well off so I suppose a ballon to clothes pegs well for mum there was no question. However one day she said she didn't have anything for me to take to him so I gave him my newly knitted cardigan. Boy did I take some row for that. She promptly found him in another street and got my cardigan back grin

Froglady Wed 10-Jun-20 09:43:29


The only person I knew to have izal toilet paper was my ex MIL I remember being absolutely disgusted with it and wouldn’t use the loo there! My memory is like many others here having a tin bath (front of fire every Thursday!) an outside loo and icicles in the winter inside the window as well as outside. I don’t have many good memories of grammar school most of the teachers ruled with an iron fist, looking back they were very Victorian in attitude. My DP’s were wonderful though and I miss them both every day even though they died in the early/mid eighties.

I remember thinking that we were now rich as Mum had bought soft toilet paper, after having the dreaded Izal for years.

annsixty Wed 10-Jun-20 10:00:21

Several householdS on our road had shared phone lines and it was through this that we found out one of our neighbours was having an affair.
The one who shared a line with her could never use the phone between 4&5 pm.
This was when she got home from work and she and her lover talked for an hour while her H was still at work.
Her H left her when he found out.
He still lives locally, remarried and like me is now in his 80’s.
She just moved away.

Grannynannywanny Wed 10-Jun-20 10:19:15

Oh dear that wasn’t good annsixty !

Quilty Wed 10-Jun-20 10:28:54

I would ask the question 'was the world a safer place or is it that with modern communication we hear about everything?'

moggie57 Thu 11-Jun-20 13:44:52

we had no washing machine everything done by hand and hung out dripping wet.dont remember my mum having a spin dryer till the 1970's..remember she tried a twin tub(from the neighbour up the road who wheeled it round.) up to the day she died(1998)my mum done her washing by hand and a spin dryer. whereas today in the washing machine 15 mins on 40c and hey presto done and out on the washing lines to dry(communal)....wonderful...

Witzend Thu 11-Jun-20 14:55:46

Loo paper - I remember the dreaded Bronco - in a freezing cold loo! I can still almost smell the Bronco.

A much nicer smell that took me way back only a couple of years ago, was coal-fire smoke coming from chimneys in my sister’s area of the Yorkshire Dales in December.
No such smell ever around here - outer SW London.

House prices - at a local history display near here someone produced a pre WW2 1930s newspaper ad for Tudor-style new houses - there were a lot of them. Prices ranged from £500 for the smallest 3 bed terrace to about £995 for a considerably larger 4 bed semi.
The ad also said, ‘A £5 deposit secures any house!’

The larger houses - many with kitchen extensions and loft conversions - are now routinely priced at £900k - £1m.

boat Thu 11-Jun-20 15:07:55

I was born in 1944 and grew up in a non-posh part of Islington in North London.

My home, a ground floor flat, was similar to many of those described here. Outdoor loo, no electricity, hot water and a coal range to cook on. We had gas lighting until I was about eight. We thought electric light was wonderful.

No boiler; we used the Bag Wash. Our dirty laundry went into a clean hessian sack stamped with our number which was taken to the Bag Wash shop and collected, still slightly damp, a week later.

Milk and bread were delivered by horse and cart. The bread came from a firm called Prices which was in the street next to us.

The bread was made on the ground floor and the horses went up a ramp to their stables on the first floor.

I remember my older brother Peter being brought home by a very apologetic bread cart driver who had accidentally run over him. He was just bruised.

After the driver left Peter was given a hiding for, "Causing so much bother".

In Summer the streets smelt of a glorious mix of tar and hay.