Do you have any childhood seaside memories ?

TurtleDove

In the late 50's there wasn't any sunscreen to talk about, I don't remember it being a sunscreen at all, it just helped you tan so we made our own sunscreen out of olive oil and vinegar and put it in a bottle and we fried. The day after I could not straighten my arms they were so red and sore.

l remember the olive oil used as sun screen. It amazes me now as l think about it, how as we as kids we were never covered up but only told 'you'll burn if you stay in the sun too long' Then left to play on the beach all day burning raw

l remember going back to school where we would all show each other our peeling skin..it was like a badge of honor to have been burnt so bad..yuk..

My husband remembers he
did get covered up once with a large towel as they were lying on the beach but they forgot to cover the soles of his feet !!! His feet got so badly burned they had to pigback him back to the digs as he couldnt walk for days. It ruined his holiday and he still shudders thinking about the pain

My parents made me use a sunblock in the 1950s/1960s.
I loathed them.
Might have been a Piz Buin ?? I know one was really designed for skiing!

I think they were very low protection by today's standards.

I remember a day trip from our home in South London to Ramsgate to book summer accommodation. I was about 3

It was April, a lovely day, but chilly, we went to the beach and my mother took my shoes and socks off so that I could paddle, but a larger wave than the rest knocked me off my feet and I got soaked.

A couple of ladied sitting outside their beach hut saw what happened and wrapped me up in towels and offered to look after me.while my mother raced into town to buy me more. It was during the time of clothes rationing and it was luck that my mother had her precious clothes coupons in her bag.

She rushed out, bought me the minimum, all in sizes too large and with my sodden clothes in a bag and me looking most peculiar, we journeyed home.

What a great memory M0nica

Growing up I lived at the seaside. Home was a few minutes walk to the beach. While I was still in primary school my father died. My two brothers were not even school age. Around the same time my mother's friend was also widowed. She had two boys. Occasionally the two widowed mothers used to make a picnic on summer evenings and take the five of us to the beach for tea. I clearly remember those balmy summer evening picnics. Sometimes, now, when the weather is just right and there's a warm breeze, I am transported back to that beach. Those simple picnics were an oasis in such a sad time in our lives.

That must have been lovely for you all Aldom.

Early evening on the beach is best of all. And early early mornings.

A trip to Brighton when i was about 4 i saw a monkey they were there for members lof the public to pay to handle or have a photo my mum paid the man for a photo op but i got extremely upset and had a paddy as i thought we had bought it to take home lol glad they do that here anymore xxx

I remember there being a ride-on Muffin the Mule on the seafront at Hove/Brighton.

We lived between Weymouth and Portland during the fifties. About 10 minutes walk to the beach which we went to most days in the summer. There were small cliffs and rock pools and a small sandy beach.

When Dad was on holiday we used to go out for days. He had a motor bike and built a sidecar for us 4 children, plus the dog and a hamper and we would set off for a beach the eastern side of Weymouth. Not very many people there. Sometimes we'd go to Swanage by train and return by boat. We always climbed over the headland to a rocky beach on the western side of Swanage.

My Mum was Welsh and she had an aunt and uncle who lived at Pyle and we used to spend some holidays there. We would walk over the sand dunes to empty sandy beaches such as Sker and Rest Bays, picking whinberries on the way back. Sadly a large chunk of the dunes are now crossed by the motorway and the steelworks at Port Talbot have spread along the coast.

Fond memories