I’m old enough to remember..

Ditto to just about everything mentioned above.

But I will always remember our milkman coming into our house. His horse had bitten him on his arm and he was in a bit of a state.
Ditto the coal man and his horse.
Real characters in those days.

Thanks nanna 8, for a brief reminder of bygone nostalgia.

Junior school dinners were revolting.

..all of the roads for many miles around our home in the far north west of Scotland being single track; many of them consisting of two parallel lines of tarmac, with heather, grass and reeds growing in between. There were regular 'passing places', which locals used judiciously to allow the free flow of traffic in both directions. Not so, many of the dreaded 'towerists' (tourists), particularly those towing caravans. Having blithely driven past the relevant passing place in the face of oncoming traffic, their unwillingness (ie complete inability) to reverse often caused long delays and considerable resentment. I particularly remember my mother having to reverse 100 yards down a very steep cliffside road because one of these idiots would not reverse his car and caravan 5 yards uphill into the passing place he had just overshot.

I remember having a very bad fall off my bike. I fell in the road and woke up on our sofa. Someone had carried me home. Mum was washing dishes and seemed unconcerned about her unconscious child!

I too remember the Sioni Wynons with his strings of onions selling them door to door in the mining villages of South Wales. I also remember milk delivered to my grandmother using a measure to pour it out of a churn.

seeing Victoria in her carriage

What a lovely thread I've so enjoyed all the memories even though many of them are before my time. I do remember queues all down the road for petrol in the great strikes in the 1970's and as the price rose my father declaring that at this rate petrol could be a pound a gallon and nobody will be able to afford to go anywhere!

Testing of air-raid sirens.
Mrs Dales diary on the radio.
Boiling urine to test for sugar, and other weird chemistry experiments, to test for various maladies. All done with a dippy stick, or electronic devices today! (Not to mention using sterile leeches to reduce swelling!)

Hardly any physical signs of war in NW sea side resort. There was a plane which had been shot down in the school playing field. We had van deliveries of bleach and vinegar . A very dapper little chap selling clothing and habadashery. The co-op van and the book with the weekly order written in There was the pop van which was still delivering even when I was married. Probably not the same one.
Rather like saluting the AA man we used to make a W sign to the Wall’s ice cream van. We didn’t realize how dangerous it was as we stood on a right angled bend.
I used to love “Malt and cod liver oil “ on a big spoon.
Roller skating from North pier to South pier and back .nearly all the kids in the street in a big gang , but well behaved.

Some things that reading this thread has reminded me of:
Playing jacks, usually outside on the pavement.
The washing dolly - like a 3 legged stool but with a long pole stuck in the middle of the “seat”. I used to watch my great aunts use it when washing clothes in a wooden tub. They had no electricity, so had to light the gas lamps in our bedroom when it got dark.
Beige ceramic hot water bottles.
Saving milk that had gone sour for baking. It went in the scone mixture.
Saving scraps of soap and putting them in a clam shell-shaped gizmo, made of plastic with small holes in both sides. When closed, you used it like a bar of soap & it lathered up nicely. They were great ones for “waste not want not”. It occurs to me now that, as spinster aunts, they probably didn’t have much money.
I remember pretty ice patterns on the insides of bedroom windows.
Car indicators that would flap up from the side of the car. If your car didn’t have these, you had to stick your arm out of the window to signal!
As well as cigarette cards, you could collect cards in Brooke Bond tea packets & stick them in a book. Such delight when you completed a book! I remember cricketers, wild flowers and planes. I’m sure there many more.
On my Mum’s side, I remember my Nanna:
collecting Robertson’s gollies, having her white hair set in a blue rinse, then wearing a folded polythene rain hat over it if it was raining when she left the salon.
Cooking tripe & onions for my grandfather. It seemed to take all day & stank the house out.
I remember learning to write using a fountain pen at school
A beret being part of the winter uniform & a boater being part of the summer school uniform.

@Shel1951, was it a dictaphone? My Mum used one for work, she had to go to stores in different towns and note the prices of different products, speaking into the dictaphone, & recording. So much easier now we have the internet!

MiniMoon

The rag and bone man coming round the streets calling out "rags and bones."
A jar wrapped in yellow cellophane containing a powder that you added to water to make a fizzy drink. I think it was called Koolooze? (sp). Way before Cremola Foam.

Used to love him turning up as the family I worked for had an Antique bookshop in London. I was allowed to keep any jewellery which happened to be in the bundles he purchased. Absolutely loved finding treasures then as I do now.

My dad placing the red and white "parking light" over the top of the car window at night to alert passers by that it was there.

"Sunny Smiles" books at school.

Mother plugging the iron into the light fitting to do the ironing.

The bin men coming down the passage and into our back garden on a Monday morning to pick up the bin, taking it to the van to empty, then bringing the bin back to the garden - AND shutting the back gate after them.

Two postal deliveries a day.

Ross' Potato Puffs at 3d a packet. Oh yum 😋.

Mum doing the washing with a dolly tub and mangle ( it took all day, always a monday) and having to swallow some kind of malt extract 😩

I remember The Day of the Triffids on the big wooden radio. My brother and I sat around it when my parents were at the flicks eating half coated chocolate digestive biscuits with a glass of milk. I remember Co-Op Day when we were given free ice lollies and we went in our hooped skirts, with can can net underskirts underneath and short white socks. I remember Pompadour hair lacquer and spitting on a block of mascara! Thank you everyone for this wonderful thread!

Channel Islanders' WW2 evacuees' first hand stories, WW2 bombing stories for Stockport, Channel Island German Occupation stories, WW2 War veterans with lost limbs and PTSD, the Air raid sirens during the Cuban Missile crisis, the first man walking on the moon, and the splash downs when the astronauts returned!

The only thing I don’t remember is Jubblies and some of the sweets as not only rationing but my mother didn’t do sweet treats although my aunt bought cakes on a Wednesday as it was half day for shops and she worked in Lewis’s in Liverpool.

I remember the old transporter suspension bridge over the river Mersey between Runcorn and Widnes. The vehicle would drive on and the gates closed behind them . The transporter would move across the river and the traffic would drive off the other side once the front gates opened . By the beginning of the 1960s it was struggling to cope and the first single span bridge was built which was able to cope with all the people travelling to work between the two towns and further afield.
By the 2000s this bridge was unable to cope with the amount of traffic . If an accident or something happened to close the bridge even for a short time the whole area would be gridlocked including the M6, M56,M62 motorways causing mayhem.
A second much bigger bridge was built a few years ago so the two bridges keep the traffic flowing until we will need a third bridge in 50 years time😂.

And butter being cut from huge blocks.
My grandparents were retired farmers who had a smallholding on the country, not that far from a good-sized town but very few buses (just market day and Saturday) so pretty cut off. A fish van, grocery van and butchers van, hardly any phones, a Post Office in someone’s front room.

Decimalisation, going from £sd to pounds and new pence. Working on Woolworths pic n mix counter and selling warm salted peanuts, the individual counters for different goods there; the bad winter of 1963, Winston Churchill's funeral on tv. Sleeping with big coats on the bed in winter and going for a gallon of paraffin for the wee heater we had in the lobby, always being cold!

Having been born in 1941 I remember lots of things already mentioned. We lived in the countryside a couple of miles from a fighter air station At one time we must have had some Czech pilots billeted with us, although I don't remember them. But I do remember them returning from a mission and flying low over the road outside our house and wiggling their wings, and Mum and my big sister rushing outside shouting "They're back!! They're back!!". After they were eventually sent back to Prague one of them sent me a little wooden toy, but after that - nothing. Mum thinks he must have been killed in the Prague Uprising in 1945/46. A different sort of memory!

I remember being fascinated by my first automatic washing machine
Wondering how on earth we were going to get money out of the wall (ATM)
Surprised how quick you could warm a pasty in this new thing called a microwave

Ahh the good old days! Love this thread. My dad was one of the 'man from the Pru.'
Remember sitting in school watching the 1969 moon landing. Mini milk bottle at school, pink custard for pudding at school, few cars, front gardens, privet hedges, good music...

Hot Pants, The Milky Bar Kid, Penny for the Guy!...

Proper Silver Cross Prams. This is a children's one used by the grandchildren!

School dinners were five shillings (25 p) for the whole week,
Mum saying my brother didn’t have to help in the house because he was a boy,
Dad saying not to worry too much about my O level results as I would provably get married.
Blue tits pecking the tops of milk bottle tops and taking the cream,
Cream on the top of milk
The cane at school
Girls not being allowed to wear trousers to school, even in the coldest weather.
The theme to the Archers meant it was bed time

… and so many more!