A bit of nostalgia. Remember these!

I actually used to get Minadex for my DS in his teens when he used to 'go off' his food and go all pale and interesting, worked a treat at kick starting his appetite again! In 1990s

anxiousgran I’ve heard that the “white poo” was because dogs were fed more bones then.
And yes our poodle wasn’t walked much in those days, …we had a back garden.
Lots more “57 variety”/ mongrel dogs then but I don’t recall ever being afraid of the free range dogs or them bothering us kids on parks etc.
But they got hit by cars a lot though ?

Flip side of coin:
No penny for guy (Catholics)
No margarine always butter on table to help yourself (mum Scots!)
No Playing "in the front" on sundays
Getting heartily smacked for saying "shut up" to someone at a bonfire and for asking for a lolly in a shop!
No rolling stones records (bad lads)
No fish and chips(common)
No mother's pride bread(rubbish, always uncut loaf)
No'pop' (again-common) it was called mineral and toffees called 'sweets'
Elocution lessons, private convent school with lessons in deportment(?) How to curtsey, which cutlery to use for what, and how to address everyone from a bishop to HM The Queen ( cos we were all going to marry either diplomats or minor Aristocratic types,
Did we? NOPE. I still speak propeybut with a norther twang, non descript but deffo. Northern!

# speak properly
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hf59 yes! Pelham puppets; I had two they spent a good deal of time badly tangled in a cupboard with various one-legged/one eyed/usually naked dolls .

I remember my dad had lots of screws and washers in a dried egg tin and never knew what they were?! Also he had a radio
he'd actually made which I baked mud pies in , using the coal bunker as an oven! He went bonkers (another smacking....) he taught me touch typing but I couldn't master Morse of semaphor, or electrics! (He was in Royal Signals in war) he also taught me shadow boxing, and I got REALLY good at dodging smacks which has stood me in good stead on occasion! Only ever one boyfriend slapped me, and he definitely came of worse!

Gabrielle56 “How Now Brown Cow, How Do You Do??

Boolya

Bel-Air hair lacquer. I can still smell it.
Sun silk shampoo
Amami setting lotion

"Friday night's Amani night"!! Then the glow in the dark toxic nuclear waste version in 70s - Dippety-Doo!!!!!

Granmarderby10

Gabrielle56 “How Now Brown Cow, How Do You Do??

Around the rugged rock th ragged rascal ran!
New shoes new shoes , red and pink and blue shoes ! - that poem kick started my shoe fetish...........

The mention of Bel Air hair lacquer casts me back to my weekend job aged 14 in the local corner shop. They stocked large containers of it and customers came in with their squeezy refill bottles. I dreaded being asked to fill their bottles as I found it impossible to do without trickling it over my fingers and ending up a sticky mess.

Does anyone remember Askit headache powders? They came in folded paper sachets. They could be bought in packs of 5. Customers came into the shop where I worked and bought them as singles.

Mentioning single purchases has now just reminded me that the shop owner had open packets of cigarettes under the counter and sold single cigarettes.

Anyone remember Aquamanda and Citramanda perfume in a squat little brown glass bottle with a stopper like an old fashioned apothecary’s bottle?

Mary Quant Grease Pot eye shadows. I still have some, 15th birthday present from my best friend.

Granmarda thanks for the explanation of white poo.
I’m still afraid of dogs after the 60’s free range ones.

Bread and dripping
Sugar sandwiches

Coming home from school after my mother went back to work, and rolling up newspapers before twisting them into zigzags, before laying the coal fire.
I’m still a dab hand at newspaper zigzags - son in law was impressed when I made some for their log burner!

White dog poo - I thought bones were the reason, too.
A former dog of ours (Bonkers, RIP) once demolished a big leg of lamb bone in about 20 minutes. I thought he must have buried it - we only had a verandah with very limited bury-ing space - but no, he’d evidently scoffed the lot.

“Shut your mouth and eat your dinner!!”
I had to clean my plate as was not allowed to leave any food.
I became an expert at feeding it to the dog under the table.
Food was rationed and wasting it was a crime.

H1954, not Readi-cut rug kits, my mother made her own from scratch. I regularly had to make my way around a large frame with sacking stretched over it, whilst she "pegged" the pieces into it. We loved the job of cutting up old clothes when she was ready to make another rug. They also lasted for many years.

Waterfall Ring Toss
Pantograph
Lite Brite
French skipping
Weaving Loom
Spirograph
Punch kit that I can’t remember the name of! - had a special tool to punch wool into a polystyrene board to make pictures?

Building an obstacle course in the garden /then running round like a mad thing and jumping and pretending
1) I was riding a horse and / or
2) I was a horse!

#goodjobthisthreadisanonymous!

I blame ‘Horse of the Year Show’ which was on the Tele!

Not exactly nostalgia, but, ‘Sit up straight! Take your elbows off the table! Don’t talk with your mouth full! Put that down and cut it!’ etc. from my father, who was extremely hot on table manners.
OTOH I was v glad later in life that I knew how to behave - especially since an older friend of ours had such appalling table manners, there was always a fight as to who was not going to sit opposite him. It was not a pretty sight, or a pretty sound, either.

My auntie bought me my first proper nylon tights (American Tan) costing 9/11d - Prova brand from British Home Stores.
My mum had a big old mincer that she clamped to the table.
The excitement of getting the latest Burlington catalogue from the lady who lived nearby and looking through it cover to cover, even the boring houseware stuff. She used to give me her old ones and I cut out pictures of furniture snd pasted them to the inside of a shoe box to make a house.

Oooh, yes, talking of catalogues, we used to get hold of old sewing pattern books. We would cut out the dress pictures and set up a 'clothes shop'. We also designed our own paper dresses and added them to the shop rail.

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I was a greedy child and still remember my first chip (age 7), first taste of coffee (age 10), first pot of yogurt (age 16)
My first pair of tights came at age 18, long boots the same year. Petticoats a bit later along with make up and jewellery, years after most of my friends. At age 20 came mini skirts and long straight hair.

Almost all of the above Aqua Manda perfume hooped petticoats long straight hair backcombing