A bit of nostalgia. Remember these!

Sorry, clicked too soon. Was going to say that this was during the Cuban missile crisis.

DanniRae

My mum seemed to often set the chimney on fire! I can't remember how the fire was put out?

Chimney fires often burned themselves out but if not the fire brigade would be called!

Yes Bluecat our coal was delivered by a horse and cart. I also remember our milk being delivered by horse and cart!

Mum ironing with the iron plugged into the light socket. Washing drying on the fire guard in front of an open fire. Being made to stand outside and count the empty sacks as the coal man delivered the coal.
Beef dripping sold in greaseproof bags.
Snow coming under the front door.
Glass corona bottles filled with hot water as a substitute hot water bottle.
The Bunty girls comic delivered every Monday morning.
The free gifts in cereal packets .

Kate1949

Yes Bluecat our coal was delivered by a horse and cart. I also remember our milk being delivered by horse and cart!

I can just remember the milkman coming with a horse and cart too - dds always found this hilarious, like something from the Stone Age! I wouldn’t have been more than 6, since we moved a few miles away when I was that age.

Born in 63 I remember a lot of things mentioned, Green Shield stamps - my little brother was born at home and dad was in the kitchen sticking them in the book.
Watch With Mother - anyone remember Pogles Wood? One episode scared me, the one where bears kept appearing in the mouth of a cave….
Only having a coal fire for heat, black and white telly, ice inside the windows (still had this when first married in the 80s, still have a profound dislike of being cold).
Bristows shampoo and conditioner, Izal hard paper loo roll, static clothes because there was no fabric conditioner.
Bread, sugar and hot milk in a bowl (we called it Pobs).
Playing 33rpm records on 45 rpm because they sounded like Pinky and Perky.
Diana, Jinty and Bunty comics, Fab 208 magazine, Disco 45 and Look In.
Tressy and Sindy dolls, Mary Quant Daisy doll.

Uncle Mac playing The Laughing Policeman on the radio on Saturday mornings
Spangles
Paying 2 pence “subs” every week in Brownies
Turning the handle on the mangle for my mum and breaking buttons on my dad’s shirts
Being sent home from school because the toilets were frozen
Drinking Oxo at the outdoor swimming pool
Happy days !

Going to the local bakers to pick up a crusty loaf and buns.
Queuing for hot cross buns at the bakers on good Friday morning didn’t get any before or after only on good Friday.
Christmas sock nuts and if your luck tangerine, painting book and pencils. Then in the 60s, mini skirts, boots, mini dresses.
Going to party’s and sleeping over at friends house.
Great times.

Leather /plastic Beatles cap
White PVC knee length boots
American tan tights
Rolling the waistband of my skirts up as short as I dare

The scary goblin un The Singing Ringing Tree!?

Picking up cigarette cards from the gutter on the way to school...British Wild Flowers, Footballers etc

Playing marbles along the gutters on the way home from school

Collecting the cards which came in the packets of bubble gum...about different countries, their flags, how to say hello on their language, the capital city etc

Observers books of all sorts. I had Horses and Ponies, British Birds, Dogs, Wild flowers

Loved my Noddy books and my Noddy bricks which I would play with for hours, reproducing the 'buildings' illustrated in the books

Weaponary, probably frowned on today: A rifle and guns [with caps] for playing Cowboys and Indians, a bow and arrow [Robin Hood], a pea shooter and a catapult with which I would aim peas and small stones at a sheet of corrugated zinc in the next doors garden...driving my grandmother mad.

Roller skates, metal ones which were strapped onto shoes and could be extended to fit. I was told not to put books on one, sit on it and ride down hills...which I promptly did and twisted the skate.

Or was he a dwarf? stuff of nightmares whichever!

Mum standing me up in the Belfast sink to wash me down.
A chamber pot under the bed.
Only posh people had a bathroom!

Wooden stilts and pogo sticks

Paraffin heaters
Nylon sheets
Wooden potato mashers
Frying with dripping
Strip of Elastic in fold of long school socks to keep them up.
Conductor on buses issuing long white paper ticket.

Ooh, the feeling of sheer luxury of being allowed to use my mother’s precious, ‘fabulous pink Camay’ soap - the one with the cameo of a lady embossed on it, remember? - for my Saturday night bath in front of the coal fire in the kitchen, our only form of heating.
Lovely thread. Many thanks, OP.

Dandy comic on Tuesday and Beano on a Thursday.
Then swap with the girl next door!
The comic was only 2d !!

Quatermass and pit. Nightmares for weeks after

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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.