I’m old enough to remember..

Oh yes castor oil 🤢- mum would close my nostrils with one hand and spoon the castor oil into my mouth with the other - love you mum 💕

Smoke blackened terrace rows and tall chimneys in Lancashire.
Summer ‘wakes’ when the mill would close as well as many other businesses and coaches would take everyone Blackpool.

i remember freedom as a child
I remember twin tub washers
i remember mum getting a freezer hence a steamy kitchen as she blanched everything!
I remember bath nights for school next day with Sing Something simple on the radiogram
I remember the hot summer of 76
I could go on for hours

Jamboree Bags, Frozen Jublies, Penny Chews and the 11 plus.
Brown Clarks Sandals with a cut out pattern.
Various awful school caps and hats.
Darning socks.
Knicker elastic that snapped.
Listen with Mother on the radio.
Coal being delivered from a huge cart drawn by two carthorses.

Buying "savings stamps" at school. The sixpenny stamps had Princess Anne on and the shilling stamps had Prince Charles. (Andrew & Edward weren't born yet.) I remember feeling annoyed that Anne was "only sixpence"! (She & I are the same age.)

Our milkman had a horse and cart too, until I was 3 or four, so did the "bobbin man" - he sold the wooden bobbins that had broken whilst being made as kindling. The bobbin factory supplied the Coates Mill in Paisley and the English Sewing Thread company in Nielston.

Bomb damage in Glasgow could be seen until around 1960.

And living seven miles outside the Glasgow city boundary, we could hear all the ships on the Clyde hooting at midnight on Hogmanay to bring in the New Year.

I also remember both car ferries over the Clyde. The existed until the Clyde tunnel was opened.

I also remember watching the Queen on TV opening the Forth Road Bridge and taking the last ferry to run from Queensferry to do so.

And a live bomb from the second world war was found under Main st in the town we lived in sometime around 1965. There had been cars, lorries, buses and trams running up above it every day from the air-raid when it was dropped and it was definately still live. The bomb squad was called in, and my father as police surgeon was also in attendance.

Wilfred Pickles on the radio, TV watching was strictly rationed
Bikes with blocks on the pedals so we could reach on a bike that was really too big.

labazs I managed a residential home for people with learning disabilities, there were 25 residents and we only had a twin tub washer to start with. Fortunately all the bedding went to the laundry. Happy days.

Queen Mary's funeral on our television.

Witzend

The milkman coming with a horse. I must have been very small, though, since we moved from that area when I was 6.
Dds thought it utterly hilarious when I told them!

My mother delivered milk from a horse and cart, having milked the cows herself, when she was in the Land Army. My father courted her by making her a milking stool. He could not fight in the war because he had had rheumatic fever. I was born 9 months after they married.
I remember rationing still being in place after the war and lots of the above mentioned items at that time. I was born in 1946.

The Coronation on our tv and the neighbours crowding round it so I couldn't see.

The fruit and veg man Ruth his horse and cart coming on a Saturday morning and our weekly treat of 'monkey nuts' .

The village policeman on his bike and the house he lived in.

Ration books. Arguing with my brother over sweet coupons.

Blackout material and ‘tin hats’. Spitfires - I thought the name frightening.

The late Queen’s coronation on next door’s television. We didn’t have television till a few years later.

School hats with elastic under the chin.

Moving from a Nissen hut into a new build house is my oldest memory.

Going on holiday and having all the luggage on the roof rack, we looked like the Beverly hillbillies.
Cars always breaking down and needing a push start.
Collecting bonfire wood and the joy of being given an old pram so that we could make a bogey.
Women using old prams as shopping trolleys.
Women in headscarfs.

We played on bomb sites - Sheffield was heavily bombed during the war.

I remember the coal man and his horses. Their stables were at the bottom of our street and we children were allowed to stand by the gates to the yard and watched being unharnessed and backed into their stalls. They seemed absolutely huge!

I remember biscuits being bought not in packets, but by weight and taken home in paper bags, as were most things.

I remember the man from the water board used to come and test the mains pipes for leaks using a long metal rod, one end of which he put in his ear. He let us have a go once - only the boys heard anything, of course😁!

I remember us not having plug sockets in our kitchen. My mother used to have a dual connector attached to the ceiling light fitting. One side held a light bulb - the other she plugged the iron into. I also remember her heating up flat irons on the range to do do the ironing.

JackyB

Double de-clutching.

Happy days!
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Not many cars so playing with a skipping rope stretched across the road.

Everyone on the street closing their curtains when there was a funeral.

Ten shilling notes
Half crowns
Florins

I took two half crowns to school every Monday for dinner money 😁

Pig swill bins in the road for items such as veg peelings. Don’t remember how often they were collected
The excitement of the pop man who came weekly I think

Prefabs, some of which have survived and are habitable.

Every Bonfire Night, a huge bonfire on the cobbles in the middle of our little terraced street. Boys collected all sorts of wooden bits from neighbours the day before to pile it all up.

Mum buying a lb of King Edward Potatoes for Sunday dinner but always Whites Potatoes for the rest of the week. The greengrocers was a beautiful glass house and customers (mostly women) carried shopping bags to get the spuds, that were shot into the bag straight from the weighing scale pan.

Also for Sunday we had 4oz of mushrooms between the five of us as part of the Sunday morning fry-up.

Magenta you got there before me with frozen Jubblies!
Taking your own dish to the butchers on a Thursday for "Savvory ducks" (aka faggotts) sooo delicious swimming in gravy
My Nan's divvy number...36000
Borrowing wooden benches from the chipper for street parties
The smell of my other Nan's pantry - mum's mum was better off than poor dad's mum and her walk in pantry under the stairs was rammed with bottles of pop, biscuits and tinned everything
Filling the white pot inkwells at school with real runny blue ink that got everywhere if you weren't careful
Lovely thread

Saving Stamps.
Farthing Sunday with the Brownies.
Muffin the Mule
Mr Pastry
Goodnight children everywhere at the end of Children’s Hour.
The Potters Wheel interlude.

Worker’s Playtime on the radio.
Boys in short trousers at grammar school
All teachers in blak academic capes
Milk shake machines in the bus station….chocolate machine at the station platform.
Conical bags of sweet, weighed from a big glass jar.
Bread and butter with everything.
The man who came to collect vegetable peelings , to feed his pigs .