Typical Saturdays from your childhoods

ferry23

Kennards, Allders & Grants in Croydon. Yes, Medhursts in Bromley and Rogers in Penge where they had those pulley things for your money - it went to the cash office and your change and receipt came back.

Kennards arcade was a once in a while treat for me when we went to see my Dad's parents in Purley - got the trolley bus from the back of Kennards.

I remember Rogers in Penge as well. Cobbs in Sydenham also had the pulley things for the money and the x-ray machine to measure your feet.

We didn’t have a car until I was 12. The first person we showed was my Auntie May my father’s favourite sister , he was very proud. My cousin and I (her daughter) would play in the nearby fields some Saturdays and then stay for tea, my auntie was a fabulous cook.

I remember my mum and dad always had yellow haddock for Saturday lunch and I hated it so had a birds eye chicken pie, funny now to think it was always the same. I would watch the wrestling with my dad and he would check the football pools

I forgot on Saturday mornings my mum would send me to the local shops to do food shopping individual shops for everything

Were those x ray machines in the shoe shop damaging I wonder?

We had chocolate cake with a thick coating of chocolate icing and a glass of ginger beer. I still love ginger beer. I would love to time travel back.

Yes, my Saturday was housework day. Hated it as couldn’t go out and play with my friends. I was also sent to the local baker about a mile away on my bike to buy a ‘Split Tin’. I’d always eat the end of it on the way home and get a telling off!

Ballet class then into Preston with parent to buy bacon and pies from Redmonds. Visiting grandparents in Preston and Walton- le - dale in the afternoon. Happy days!

Didn’t have a car. Went into town on the bus with my elder sister. We went to the Saturday morning cinema at the Odeon then into Woolworths - thought we were so cool! Back home by lunchtime. Then my mum went into town on the bus at around 3pm. I think she went at this time because she shopped in the market and veg etc was going cheap then. I sometimes went with her and we rounded off the afternoon with a custard slice and cup of tea at Cousins cafe (I think that’s how it was spelt). Then back home on the bus for a tea of fresh produce from the market. Sounds like an episode of ‘Last of the Summer Wine’ but it’s true!

Being born late 1944 most of our young days were spent making our own fun. Playing in the local park in the afternoon with all the kids from our area. Argueing over who was to be an Indian this time as theywere cowboys last time. Taking string & canes from one of our Dad’s sheds to make bows & arrows if we were the Indians & getting out our cap guns, paid for in the shop up the road with pocket money, if we were cowboys. The morning was taken up with going to all the shops in our road for the weekends shopping. Greengrocers, butchers & general store first then back out again to the bakers in the high road for the weekends bread. Not alone as always had to have my younger brother with me & my best friend always had her younger sister with her. Think I probably enjoyed those young days more than my DGC enjoy theirs. My DGS usually asks his Mum what they are doing & all is fixed with a text to friends parents. One big difference being my DF would not have my DM work. He said her job was the family which was enough work for her. Now my DDinL has to work to help keep the roof over their heads. My parents along with most of my friends parents rented the property that was lived in. Was not till some of us went to Grammar School that Saturday pictures became the thing to do, which we obviously did! Very happy memories of my childhood!

Went out with my dad in the morning to his judo class then went for a milk shake and an open danish sandwich.

Then home to watch the wrestling on Tv remember a wrestler called Mick McManus.

Loved it

My Mum & I swopped pushing my brother in his pushchair up to town to do the shopping and then come back on the bus with the shopping. I was allowed to stop at the sweet shop to spend my spending money on sweets to share with my brother, which I thought was very unfair. Occasionally I was allowed to go to the children's Saturday morning cinema, Not my favourite occupation I preferred the library.

@ Early 1970’s when I became a teenager…
Weekly food shopping in a Midlands small market town with mum, while dad, a hard working farmer, went to the pub for his weekly pint or two!
Lunch at my mums parents in the same town with a treat of dandelion and burdock, cream soda or ginger beer from the ‘pop man’ I’m sure many of you remember.
In the afternoon I could ‘go round town’ on my own in my cheese cloth shirt, flared jeans and clogs and hopefully attract some male attention! Often walked home the 4 miles to sit and watch the football or wrestling with dad before mum made a ‘cold meat tea/supper’ of sometimes stuffed chine which I hated and a birds trifle.
Halcyon days, not appreciated then!

Really enjoyed this thread agree with poster about Saturday night tv used to be very family orientated.

I started going to football with my dad from the age of about 9 years. We never missed a home game in 10 years and went to many away games. I loved those times with my dad and have so many special memories standing at half time drinking bovril not being able to feel my feet or hands

saturday morning mattinee...cowboys and indians...Flash Gordon, then visit the library got a book usually Enid Blyton's famous 5 or secret 7...that was the 1950's....there was also a man would come round the streets wth a cart selling wooden ducks and geese on a stick. like GSM my mum and I would watch the wrestling on a saturday afternoon....mum always shouting at Mick Mcmanus and giant haystacks...

My dad worked part of Saturday. We didn't have a car but rode our bikes to attend ballet classes accompanied by our mum. When I was fifteen I had a Saturday job at Woolworths.

We used to go to the library for our week's supply of books, sometimes followed by a trip to the cinema next door.
Working parents today often have to do the supermarket shopping at weekends which must cut into the time available. When most of us were children our parents (or usually Mums) had time to pick up the shopping during the week.

And I remember the wrestling too pably15! My Granny spent every other weekend with us and just loved the wrestling, the long, long football results were pretty boring though.
Not much choice of TV channels then, of course, and no videos either.

I used to go to the library, too.
It was such a treat, knowing I had all those books to read.
Was it two books, or four?

Mine was, the morning visit the library then off to piano lesson. After lunch we generally went to town - Liverpool for a spot of shopping.

I spent most of my Saturday mornings in tears. I was at Boarding School from the age of 7. Once we reached a certain age we could go “Down Town” in pairs. Because I was a slow coach who couldn’t walk in a straight line to save my life, nobody wanted to pair up with me. To say I felt unloved is an understatement. The afternoons were better as we watched the Saturday Matinee as a group. Following that, the other girls would assemble in the common room and I would go to the music room to play the piano so I wouldn’t have to listen to their exploits in the morning.

my older brother and sister, who had left school by then would be out with their friends, dad would be off to the pub, so just mum and I left watching telly on a saturday night, there was always a variety show on a saturday night...I think there was only bbc1 then,..oh my how did we survive....

Oh, the dreaded piano lessons.

How I wish I hadn't persuaded my mother to let me give up.
"Too much homework" I said when I started at grammar school.

icanhandthemback

I spent most of my Saturday mornings in tears. I was at Boarding School from the age of 7. Once we reached a certain age we could go “Down Town” in pairs. Because I was a slow coach who couldn’t walk in a straight line to save my life, nobody wanted to pair up with me. To say I felt unloved is an understatement. The afternoons were better as we watched the Saturday Matinee as a group. Following that, the other girls would assemble in the common room and I would go to the music room to play the piano so I wouldn’t have to listen to their exploits in the morning.

Ahhh, you poor thing.
Did it get better as time went on? (I hope so!)

icanhandthemback that’s so sad. I felt a tear trickle down my cheek just picturing the scene you described 💐