A bit of nostalgia. Remember these!

A program which I think was 'Juke box Jury' and a girl saying 'I'll give it 5'.
Also remember just sitting looking at the test card while waiting for the children's programs to start.
Chiffon scarves in various colours tied over a head full of curlers.

I remember playing my sister’s Frankie Vaughn recording of Tower of Strength over and over again , without pause, on the wind up record player. I had put it at the top of the stairs above my Dad’s busy shop. He hated the record and it must have been torture to keep hearing it. Eventually, after a lot of shouting and pleading from him for me to stop, he excused himself from his customers and bolted up the stairs to confiscate it. I was only about five but very mischievous and it still makes me smile to think of it.

Having an outside toilet - no toilet paper, just squares of newspaper threaded on a nail in the wall! (We had an inside toilet too in the upstairs bathroom and this had proper toilet paper! )
Watching "The Groves" on tv and mum listening to "Mrs Dales Diary" on the 'wireless'
Going on a car trip with mum and dad and getting caught in terrible smog. It was terrifying but dad, bless him, got us to our destination safely.

Love a bit of nostalgia, those were the days. Radio Caroline is still going!

I remember going to the shop for my Nana for 10 woodbines and a packet of yeast-vite

In the 60's we would regularly hitch hike for long distances without a thought to any danger [had one tricky moment but otherwise was always safe and had no probems and realise how lucky I was].

It was either to see rock bands [era of the Hollies/Manfred Mann/Animals/Herman's Hermits/Searchers and the like. Merseybeats were favourite]...or to group up with the Mods on Bank Holidays.

This was Bristol to Bournemouth, Weymouth, Lyme Regis, South Wales [and back] in the time of Fred and Rose West's car trips in the south west!

Hitch hiking was common place.

Air raid siren practising on Saturday afternoons, Dad reading to me to take my mind off it. Dad in Home Guard uniform.
The remnants man who sold material from a big suitcase - no coupons needed. The Viyella dresses made and smocked by Mum. Wash board and wringer. Sheets frozen to the washing line. Baker delivering with horse and cart, shouting 'Bak..e...er!' Dad collecting horse manure from the road to spread on the garden - digging for victory.
Tiny TV screen, Wimbledom, Little Mo. Coronation...
Wind-up gramophone with Henry Hall singing Teddy Bears' Picnic on one side and Hush, hush, hush, here comes the bogey man' on the other!
I could go on...and on, but saving it for my memoirs.

Tracking down 'empties' to take back to the shop/off licence for the 1penny back on each one.

Going to the allotments to pick blackcurrants, rhubarb with my grandmother

Grandmother making apple and blackberry jam from when we picked them from hedgerows...and much to my horror stirring in the maggots as they climbed up the pan to get away from the heat. To be fair there weren't that many and she told me I'd been eating them for years anyway

Grandmother picking dandelion leaves for use in salad. Living through the war had a deep effect on her...and she was very short of money too

Collecting the plastic animals from the cornflakes packets...I loved my series of dogs and they were very realistic

Building dens under blackberry bushes on the allotments

Sitting on the top of the air raid shelters in the park

Following old people [probably only in their 40's/50's, but old to us!] from the shops and offering to carry their shopping home. We hoped for a tip at the end of it...sometimes we did, sometimes not. Some looked alarmed and ready to call the police

I still remember my first fountain pen, an Osmiroid, that we purchased from our primary school. I felt so grown up using it!

I still have a spin dryer. It's invaluable for hand wash items.

Nelly the Elephant on Children’s Favourites
Playing cowboys and Indians with my cousin while wearing my Dave Crocket hat and brandishing my silver cap gun - and no, I didn’t want to be a boy
Sweet cigarettes
The Faraway Tree

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Liberty bodices!
Chapped legs.
Wagon Wheels

Just chatting (via email) with a friend.
Reminiscing about listening to Mum and Dad taking down the football results. I told my friend that when they got 4 draws in the first 4 results, “I imagined that if they got all 8, I would be able to buy all the Wagon Wheels I wanted.”
The height of my 8 year-old self’s spending wishes

“Two-way Family Favourites” - Sunday morning radio

“wrestling on the tele”!

Chocolatelovinggran That smell was also my thick school Duffle coat when it got soaked on the way to school and it hanging on the back of my chair all day smelly with damp and then having to put it on again to walk home.

Mick McManus and Giant Haystacks wresting on the tote on a Saturday afternoon - the “baddies” always wore leotards!

followed by my dad checking off the football results for his pools coupon

Biba shop on Kensington High Street. Loved it.
Going to the pump for water in my godmothers country hamlet.
Uncle digging in the waste from the lavatory at the bottom of the garden into his kitchen garden in the same village.

Misty007

Going to a department store called Keddies in Essex to buy a bag of very fancy handmade chocolates with my Mum eating them in the car together and her saying dont tell dad

crumbs Keddie's only closed a few years ago still miss it. think there was one in Stratford east london that sold school uniform for Coburn school, where we wore boaters in the summer!

I understand that the smell receptors in the brain are close to the memory part, so I'm with mrsmopp - the smell of wet wool drying, and I'm transported back to schoolblazers ( and felt hats!) steaming in the cloakrooms.

Wonderful ladies somebody should put all these in a book for prosperity It's also very poignant sorry am feeling empty today

Rimmel creamy beige lipstick as your first lipstick. C&A, Littlewoods, woolworth's pick and mix, BHS. Gala perfume and Lyons corner house

Elephant rides at the zoo (By the cringe...?).
Happy to see the back of this, and the chimpanzees' tea parties.

The solid mascara you had to spit on to apply, gross!
Delicious snacks called Nibbits, DH remembers them as well
I remember a craze for buying Ovaltine tablets and liquorice bark
Going to the local shops for my mother to see if they had broken biscuits or cracked eggs and on the way home to get bag of bits of batter from the fish and chip shop
Wool in skeins that you had ti wind into balls yourself
Buying two ounces of sweets with my picket money
Cardboard containers with frozen orange juice inside, they were called Jubblies
Sweet cigarettes and sweet tobacco

We stretched a rope across the road for skipping.
All in together girls, nice fine weather girls.
We dropped the rope if a car came then carried on.
Not many cars around in those days.

Yes Witzend it makes me feel ancient. I'm 72 so only slightly ancient.