Typical Saturdays from your childhoods

How funny!!!

We had a car because my dad was engine crazy.
His job was fixing diggers and cranes, so he knew how to fix cars.

Bodger Bill, he was known as.

He could always get someone's car started and running long enough to get them home or wherever.

Or, he could fix it up like new.

MissAdventure

Oh,I wanted to see that, as well.
Was it an art deco type building?
Am I way off, I have no idea about architecture.

Yes it was. It was stunning.
I’ll give one more try at a pick.

Re Wrestling. We lived near Belle Vue (Manchester). Lots of the bouts there were televised. One wrestler was Hans Streiger. Supposedly German, with his blonde hair, the commentator often introduced him as having just flown in from Dusseldorf. Only thing is he lived at the bottom of my road and I'd seen him that morning in his garden. I doubt he'd ever been near Germany in his life. His real name was Clark Mellor.

MissAdventure

Did your parents follow a Saturday routine, when you were small?

Did you sometimes get taken out for a drive, to sit in the car with a drink of coke and some crisps?

Did you watch The Double Deckers, or a Lassie film, if it was on?

Was it housework day? Urgh!

A car?

We never had a car.
Sometimes Mum and I would go on our bikes to Aunt and Uncle's who had a farm. I would collect eggs, wrap them in newspaper while Mum and Aunty had a chat and a cuppa. The eggs would be placed carefully in the bicycle baskets then we'd cycle home.
Dad would come home having worked Saturday mornings, he'd have fresh veg and fruit from the market in his bicycle basket.

The Corona (fizzy pop, not a virus) man called with Dandelion and Burdock and lemonade.
Always had a cooked meal at lunch-time too.

My mother loved watching the wrestling on TV, amazing as she was very calm and ladylike normally.

Later I'd have to take down the football results for my Dad.

During the 60s on a Saturday afternoon my Dad took me and my brother to the sweet shop and we could choose some pick n mix for watching TV in the evening.
We had a “best” room at home where the TV and record player was, we weren’t allowed to eat in this room only on a Saturday. I can remember having jacket potatoes with lots on butter for tea while Dad checked the pools. We then ate our sweets and watched things like Juke Box Jury, Dr Who, Dixon of Dock Green or Z Cars.

Bus to Weymouth for Saturday morning pictures. After lunch playing outside (if fine). We lived on a crescent without much traffic so roller skating, bike riding, playing Jokari ( a ball on a long piece of elastic which you hit with a bat). Childrens' Favourites on the radio if hadn't gone to the cinema. Tidying up our bedrooms - I shared with my younger sister. Childrens' Hour in the early evening I think.
I remember having to do quite things on Good Friday - not games outside. Jigsaws, reading (I read a lot).

I used to go with my friend John to the Saturday morning matinee. Our mothers were friends. Always a Cowboy and Indian film (Roy Rogers and Trigger was my favourite). Usually two films, maybe Laurel and Hardy or cartoons. Mickey Mouse etc. The last time we were allowed to go to the cinema, John had a bad experience in the gents lavatory. We told John's parents and they called the police. I remember being interviewed by a male police officer, but could only tell him what John had said happened. A very frightening, upsetting experience, never really forgotten.
On a lighter note, I used to go to the newsagents late on Saturday afternoon to buy The Green Un (sports paper) for my father.
We had 'high tea' on Saturday's. Usually something like bacon, egg, sausage, tomatoes and mushrooms with bread and butter.
When I was fourteen I did a Saturday job for the local newsagent. I would visit the housebound customers' with a blue bag containing a float (£1) a notebook with the names of the customers' and amount owed for newspapers delivered during the week. The newsagent paid me 2 shillings and 6 pence. That was my pocket money for the week. It seemed to go a long way too.

In the days when I was growing up working meant 6 days a week, so no Saturdays off for my parents, were both at work all day so I stayed at my maternal Nan and granddads I’d either be helping nan around the house, playing by myself in the garden, going shopping or taking a walk with my grandad who bought me a camera and taught me how to love taking pics. When i was older early teens my grandad bought a tv so it was watching the wrestling with him then ‘Bonanza’ the ‘Lone Ranger’ or one of the other cowboy series Then on Sundays I d go round to watch ‘what’s my line’ and ‘Sunday at the London palladium’

Bus ride to my mum's parents. Two buses, so stopped off part-way and visited mum's brother in law and two children. His wife had sadly died when they were very young children. I'm still in touch with them both and visited one in Perth while on a cruise four years ago. Now in his late 70s I spotted him driving round a busy square cos he looked just like his dad!

Grandad would have just come off night shift. He was a pianist in the local pub, so mum and I would sing him the latest "Top Ten" for him to play before he went to bed after his shift. He had never heard any of them and it only took him one go to get "She Loves You" spot on!

Oh,I wanted to see that, as well.
Was it an art deco type building?
Am I way off, I have no idea about architecture.

Obviously the GN software doesn’t want to post my picture 🤷‍♀️

Picture.

Saturday morning pictures in this glorious cinema: The Granada, Woolwich.
Then me and my sister would eat at Manzies pie and mash.
Then me and my sister would go to the Odeon or Regal cinema.
D’ you think our parents were trying to tell us something 😂

We went to Saturday morning pictures. There were 5 cinemas in my home town. We were given a shilling. 6d for the cinema, 3d for the bus fare, there and back and 3d for sweeties. Then when I was 13 I got a job in a local cafe, washing dishes and clearing tables. So no more pictures. When I was 15 I was a Saturday girl in Woolworths. Sundays were for days out in dad's motorbike and sidecar until he bought a car, then granny would come too. I remember Frensham Ponds, Ruislip Lido, sometimes Clacton-on-Sea, Southend. We would play rounders and leapfrog. Enjoy a picnic, a brew was made on a little stove with methylated spirits. If not doing that I would wander a mile or 2, on my own, to a friends house. We would spend the day together wandering off for hours, returning home when hungry. No-one asked where we had been. They had no need to worry. I think I was about 11 when we got a telly. Before that was the radio. Mrs Dale's diary was a real favourite, as was Listen with Mother

Oh that was such a sad little song, before he turned into a swan.

It used to m me cry, thinking of him in his lonely clump of weeds.

My earliest Saturday morning memory as a small child in the 50s was listening to the wireless and hoping to hear my favourite song “ The Ugly Duckling” . My Dad would sing along with Danny Kaye. I’d rush to the wireless and stand on my tip toes and squint to look in through the grill on the front hoping I might see the duckling. I was easily amused as a 4 year old 😆

My lovely Mum would be in the kitchen baking apple tart, jam roly poly and other tasty treats. She’d often make boxty ( Irish potato pancakes) for Saturday evening 😋

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Yes, Jackie Pallo, Giant Haystacks and Mick McManus!

We thought planet of the apes was realistic, too.

Oh l had forgotten about him. When l was a child I use to think it was all so realistic.

Jacky Pallo (?sp)

Pictures for my brother and l. My mum made him take me with him. I loved the lassie films.
Oh Miss A , l use to watch the wrestling with my dad, Mick McManus and Giant Haystacks... Happy Times..

When in the UK I would spend every Saturday at the local stables, mucking out and cleaning tack in return for a ride. When we were abroad with Dad’s posting it was the beach all day and an outdoor film show for kids in the evening. Our parents all raced off to the bar as soon as it started!

Sunday was the day for trips out in the car. Windsor Great Park and Burnham Beeches were my favourites. We’d have a picnic and play cricket.

We didn't have a car till I was in my teens. Saturday was for playing out with friends. Skipping was a favourite or sometimes mum would take us the park on the bus.
Very occasionally we would go to the lido which we all liked the best.

We used to watch "Kung Fu" in the evening.

Ballet lesson in the morning until I was about 12 then my friends and I got the bus to the ice rink. We had our own skates in a little basket. Mum would be doing housework while dad golfed. Later we would have dinner in the living room and had to be quiet while dad checked the pools. Mum and dad went to the chippy and my job was to butter bread and boil the kettle. Later we would watch Parkinson and then dad watched football late at night.