A bit of nostalgia. Remember these!

yes, my mum made the thin sliced potato fried in frying pan . that was our egg and chips dinner. we were poor.
I hated the scotts emulsion and used to run out of the house when my father got it out of the cupboard to give me....I was one of six but the only skinny one.

Pigma the perfume may have been Kiku. I remember it well.

I loved Scotts Emulsion lemsip - I can still remember what it tasted like!
Porridge for breakfast - with a pinch of salt in it - ?
My dad making delicious popcorn dusted in icing sugar - he also made crisps by putting very thin slices of potato in the chip pan.
Waking up on Christmas morning and feeling the weight of the pillowcase full of presents on the end of my bed.
This thread is so enjoyable - and I realise what a happy childhood I had.

what a good thread. I have added some along the way then catch up and am reminded of more... cod liver oil, orange juice etc.
What about Scotts emulsion, a thick white stuff of codliver oil with glycerine...

The old Hammer Horror films late on a Friday night - complete with coach and horses rattling thru the nighttime fog of Transylvania at top speed and then the announcer coming on at the end and telling us not to have nightmares and to switch off and unplug our TVs, before saying:

“Shall we hear that scream just one more time?” - (blood curdling scream echoes thru the TV set - ? !

White dot disappears from the screen …

Happy days!

I too have my dad’s toasting fork which ‘lives’ beside our open fire

Turning on the TV ten minutes before the programme began because the TV had to warm up. No daytime programmers at all. Only two channels, BBC and ITV.
At the end of the evening, at close down, the National Anthem was played.

Oh - Nottooold, that reminded me of my Dad, too. He used to make toast over the fire with a silver toasting fork which I still keep to this day in his memory. That was before the Clean Air Act when we still had coal fires in London.

I remember American tan and Ecru tights, my mum wore the former and I had the latter.

Navy blue knickers and white vest, then doing PE in them.

Woodworth's, C&A, Saxone (for my size 9 shoes), Littleworth- I miss them all.

I also remember being 4yrs old and my teacher walking round the class with a box of pencils in her left hand and a ruler in her right, offering each pupil the box to take a pencil. At my turn, I reached into the box with my left hand and got a rap across the knuckles with the ruler. Why? Because I'd taken my pencil with my left hand (I'm a southpaw), the teacher was very old fashioned and thought being a leftie was wrong and she saw what she was doing to be "helping me to become right-handed".

Fennings Little Healers which came in a paper container. Not really sure what they were supposed to cure but can remember buying them from our corner shop and licking the paper until all the powder had gone.

Scary wooden escalators in department stores.
Having to walk to, and queue outside, a phone box.
Blue Grass perfume.
Record booths in WH Smith’s.
Fish man on a Friday - on a bike with fish in a wicker basket on the front.
Going back to school early after lunch to mix the powder paint with water to go in jam jars, I was Mrs Blue and mixed the blue paint (obviously!).
Feather eiderdowns and pillows with sharp, prickly quills that worked their way out so far and then you could pull them out.
White Miners eyeshadow.
Can’t remember the name but some very strong Faberge perfume in a yellow plastic bottle.
Avon Pretty Peach bubble bath in a pink bottle with a plastic peach top.
Instant Whip.
Lovely thread, thanks for the memories!!

A new paintbox for Christmas with all the little squares of paint - crimson lake, viridian, yellow ochre, such lovely names. Mandy comic (Zelda, a girl who skated through time) and Lady Penelope comic ( I still have the pendant that came as a free gift with the second issue. First issue gift was a plastic hairband)

Me too. I may have several....

welbeck

i saw a big boy aged 17 or 18 stand meekly in front of an elderly woman teacher who administered the tawse on his outstretched hand.
if i had not seen it myself, i would not have believed it.
during a-level history.
she was not a trained teacher and knew little about the course.
it was not the acme of academe.
she also would throw a heavy book, the early stuarts, at any boy who did not answer to the roll. he was probably dozing from lunchtime drinking.
answer when you are called ! she'd say indignantly, and give
me my book back.
as if he'd wrested it off her. he'd apologise and return it to her.
in the normal manner, not thrown.
i was only there for the one year. i wonder why.

I remember at infant school, if our teacher had stepped out of the classroom and we were making too much noise the teacher from the next class would come in. She would tell us to be quiet and then stand there arms folded and with a long red cane hooked over her arm. I don't know if she ever used it on any of her class, but just the thought if it was enough to keep us quiet!!

i still regularly use a fountain pen, it's so lovely to write with.

My dad toasting bread on a fork by the fire.
Listening to the radio in the evenings, all four of us sitting round the table and occupied in various ways while we listened.
Journey into Space with Jet Morgan, Life with the Lions (Lyons?), Workers Playtime, Wilfred Pickles and Mabel at the table.
Dansette Record Player which my dad bought. He also bought a recording of Tammy. We loved it.
Girl comic arrived on Wednesdays. Later my sister had Bunty. My mum always read Woman and my dad Tit-Bits and Reveille.
Playing Snakes and Ladder and Ludo, later Monopoly.
Balloons and crackers at Christmas and real candles on the tree in tiny holders that clipped on the branches.
A tinned roast chicken one Christmas!

Esther Williams powder shampoo which you dissolved in hot water. Doorstep milk frozen in winter exploding from bottle because of cold.

All of it and then some ????

Kaolin & Morphine for a poorly tummy

Smokers allowed on one side of “the pictures” (cinema); and “ no smoking” on the other - and everyone making a mad dash at the end of the film to get out before the beginning / end of the National Anthem!

Oh yes - horrific, cod liver oil, then malt extract, then the strong orange - I hated them all and tried to hold them in my cheeks until I could spit them out (pretending to have a drink of water to wash them down.

Next the school milk (I'm lactose intolerant - not allowed back then). I'd pretend to drink it, then secretly swap bottles with my friend Mandy, who'd happily drink both!

Witzend

NotAGran55

I seem to remember a thick orange syrup that came from a clinic? Can anyone help me out with this one ?

Yes, ours came in a glass bottle with a blue top - I think it was for vitamin C.
We used to have a spoonful of that to take away the taste of the dreaded cod liver oil - I loved the orange syrup.

It has always been knownin our family as 'clinic orange'.

Yes I had Virol every day, also cod liver oil. I was given marmite a lot as it was good for you. For constipation there was Syrup of Figs or Nigroids [ugh]. Calamine lotion for sunburn and insect bites. Not sure if Virol is still around.

After having a tooth out there would be bread soaked in hot milk, after sickness I had Lucozade.

I can also remember the dash outside with a bucket and shovel for horse manure - for the roses.

We used to buy salt by buying a brick of it, cutting it into slices with the bread knife then smashing them down with a rolling pin, great fun. The amount of salt must have lasted for years.

Frozen orange juice {jubblies] were a treat in the summer.

Mum's perfume was Tweed. I still adore the smell and kept a bottle with some drops in it after she died. I take a sniff now and then....

Bottles of apricots and gooseberries in the cupboard and apples stored in trays under grandmothers bed [in coldest room in the house] to see us through the winter.

This is a wonderful thread. Thank you OP.

I remember nearly all of these, also our local dairy delivering milk in churns on a horse drawn cart. My gran sent me out with a large enamel jug to get about 3 pints. I loved going so I could stroke the horse.

The coal man also had a horse drawn wagon and I used to wonder how the poor horses could pull all that weight.

I remember too the knife grinder who pushed a hand cart around the streets. Again I was given the kitchen knives to get them sharpened, and watched in awe as sparks flew everywhere. When I took them home my gran would try to cut a piece of paper, if they weren't sharp enough I was sent back for him to do them again. I once asked why I had to go, she said because he wouldn't argue with a child. I was about 4 or 5 and gran obviously didn't worry about me running around carrying sharp knives!

Was anyone else given a spoonful of Virol every day to 'build you up'.

Going to the tobacconists to get my grandads pipe tobacco. I loved the smell in the shop.

The chemist's shop with all those small drawers and the huge, shapely, glass bottles behind the counter and in the window filled with coloured water.

My mum putting Acraflavine (a yellow coloured liquid) on guts and grazes. It stained your skin.

Buying butter by the ounce that was cut and shaped with butter pats and wrapped in greaseproof paper.

The big tub of broken biscuits in the local grocers. My mum was too proud to ask for them so the shop owner would put a packet of biscuits on the counter, and then surrepticiously slip a bag of broken biscuits into mum's bag with the rest of her shopping.

Anyone remember Je Revien and Evening in Paris perfumes, they were my gran's favourites.

I still write with a fountain pen and I always have Birds Custard Powder in the larder.

Being bombed daily.
Anderson shelter
Ration books.
ID cards.
Clothing coupons.
Queuing
Make do and mend.
Being machine gunned on the evacuee train.