Typical Saturdays from your childhoods

We had a big box with a lid where toys were kept, with my dolls house on top.
If mum noticed the lid of the trunk wasn't properly closed, she'd check and work betide us if the inside of was messy!
Panic stations!

Saturdays were also a day for housework. My parents would get busy with cleaning, laundry, and other chores.

Early years - my sister and I would often stay at our Grandma’s house on Saturday nights. Grandad always watched the wrestling on Saturday afternoon. Mick McManus! He was the baddie.😎 The Avengers on Sat. night. Diana Rigg was my heroine.
In my sixth form years - working with Dad in his Post Office on Sat. morning for extra spending money. Pre-Horizon, thank God!! 😳

Saturday morning was spent running errands for mum and auntie. Taking empty pop bottles back to shop for my older cousins to collect the sixpence on each bottle
Afternoons spent at pictures with my youngest cousin. And the evening’s baby sitting for youngest cousin and siblings

Sundays was drive out to seaside day

My nan knew the score.
How and why would I possibly say no to a skirt full of peanuts?
She gave them to me anyway.

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We sometimes went to visit a nan, or both, too.

We had strict instructions not to ask for anything, and to say "No, thank you" if we were offered.

My Nans would have been mortally offended if we had refused anything😁
Saturdays, a visit round to a Nan’s house or a trip to Woolworths which was like catnip to Mum, but if we got some pic n mix out of it we didn’t care.
A bit of helping out Mum with the housework like cleaning the bath or folding laundry then out with my friends.

No car or TV.
Afternoon matinee with my father then meet my mother from work, Saxone’s. She worked 6 days a week.
Then back to the flat.

Saturday was the day we went to dad's but never spending it with him. EVERY Saturday his migraine flared up and off to bed he went. There's 4 of us and it got to the stage the older 2 stopped going, the one got a part-time job. Us younger 2 my stepmum would start taking us out, she liked "looking" shopping! As in walk into every clothes/shoe shop going and try stuff on. Her bloody daughter was the same. I would sit there bored out of my brain! They never bought anything, just tried it all on!

We eventually stopped going because we never really saw dad apart from the pick up/drop off time. Yet his migraines never bothered him when we went for weekends!

And he doesn't get them now!

we typically did housecleaning on Saturdays, after watching cartoons in the mornings (late 60's, early 70's) and I'm in the US. but by about 9:30 AM, mother had us "dusting" and vaccuming, putting laundry away and cleaning our bedrooms. By about 12 noon, we went out doors and played the rest of the day. Rode bikes, played with neighbor kids, and home for supper. then a bath (church on Sunday!)

Also when younger (before starting Italian lessons) had Saturday morning trips to the library which I loved and Dad would buy us peanuts in the cafe beside it

We didn’t have a car till I was about fifteen.we had a television when I was about four. Italian class on a Saturday morning. Played outside a lot,tennis in the street,there were fewer cars

A blissful day :
Horse riding with my father , possibly a fish and chip lunch ( same on Fridays as we never ate meat on that day ) followed by Doctor Who and always a ham salad for supper , which was followed by vanilla ice cream .
Then , I used to play cards in the evening and watch TV with my grandmother .
We used to bet .
I had cream soda to drink and chocolate treats as well .
My parents went out .

Saturday morning pictures with my brother….had to walk a few paces behind him to get to the Majestic or more often the Plaza
on George Lane because he said he didn’t want to be seen by his friends taking his little sister along! In the afternoons I would often ride my bike to the grounds of Wanstead Cricket Club where my Nan was the tea lady there - making the refreshments for after the game finished. Me and my friend could always be assured of a couple of nice sandwiches and either a biscuit or a piece of cake - eaten in the kitchen of the club house before the players came in for their tea! Then we would cycle off home to play!

Usually a trip to the library. My sister and me, along with mh parents were avid readers. Of course there was hardly any TV for children in the 60s. Sometimes on a Saturday, Dad would take me swimming, very early, around 7.00 a.m. Later we would play out with friends. Skipping was popular or a trip to the park. Sometimes new parents would let us take their babies for a walk in the pram round the block or up and down the street. Not sure that would happen today. If it was raining, we would be in someone's shed telling stories or planning to put on a show for parents.

We sometimes went to visit a nan, or both, too.

We had strict instructions not to ask for anything, and to say "No, thank you" if we were offered.

Saturday morning were spent at the pictures with my little brother. In the afternoons we played in the small garden or we went to the local park alone. I don’t think my parents knew where we were, it was the 50s.
Sometimes, as a family we walked the mile or so to my paternal grandparents, where the room was dark to watch the football results in silence.
We didn’t have a tv until I was 8 and then I wasn’t allowed to choose what to watch.

Oh, Saturday afternoons during the "racing season" siting with dad in his pigeon cote watching for the birds coming home. Getting excited if they were early enough to be a winner. Dad took the rings off and I "clocked them in" by putting the ring into a container that went into the "clock". If dad won it meant extra booze on his Friday night out!!!

Ooh Sundays.
I hated them because school was looming, and I couldn't stand school.

Housework, Shopping and gardening, if any time left it was school homework. Allowed to watch television for an hour in the evening (BBC and ITV) always my father's choice. Sunday was even worse, I was glad to go to school on Monday.

Saturday morning pictures - later with a “girlfriend”
Always swimming in the afternoon - I was a Scout and we had a Scout training place, Buckmore Park, a bus ride away with a swimming pool or in the lido - cold seawater pool or the River (if we were broke)

And then when I was 14 or so and became the Patrol Leader it would be a camp, a hike, or once a month or so the weekend at the Sea Scout Training Ship HMS Disvovery meeting ores by the Embankment along from the Houses of Parliament (She is in Dundee now) and Saturday night on the circle line (you could go all round for 3d back then)

This link has been stunning. So many memories evoked. I used to go to ABC Minors on a Saturday morning. A Cola in the local cafe afterwards, then walk or bus home. No supervision All perfectly safe. What has happened to this world?

That's a relief to know.

When I became a weekly boarder at 16, it was better. It made me an introvert for years but in my 40’s I decided I had to be more confident so life is much better.

Five Saturdays in a row were normal working days for my father who was a G.P. and for my mother who answered the phone. One in every six was a day off, followed oh, luxury by the Sunday as a day off as well.

So no, there was nothing special about either Saturdays or Sundays in my childhood home, except for the fact that two girls who were not at school could take over the washing up after all three meals, set the lunch table as well as the breakfast and dinner tables that we set on school days. Cleaning the birds'cages and the hen-house and run was always done on Saturdays.

In the afternoons we could play or read, as we liked.

For me it was horse riding and mucking out stables until the age of 16 when I spent saturdays working in my father's gallery