Remembering life in the 60s as a child...

I had knee-length lacy white socks which I hated as they were really uncomfortable. I just thought that was how socks were - so never thought to complain!

I too loved the pop-it beads!

Weren't the beads called 'poppets/poppits'?

If my socks went baggy around the tops, my mum made elastic "garters" to put around them, and wow, they hurt!

These resonate with me. Mum and dad had parties and always put out a selection of Sobrani cigarettes. They were different colours. We didn't have ice cream as we didn't have a freezer.

I had the elastic garters for round the top of my socks. I also remember having closed in sandals which when my feet grew, had the leather cut out at the toes, creating open-toed sandals so they lasted a bit longer.

Almost as bad as wearing the garters was taking them off.
Red, itchy welts with an extra pain where the knot had rested.

I remember those songs Aussiegran they don’t make them like those any more.
I also remember the garters on the socks - ouch!

I remember spending a lot of fun times with my grandparents. First grandchild and spoilt rotten. The inspiration for my relationship with my GC.
Going to Birthday parties and sitting huddled round a table at the parents house eating jelly and ice cream etc.
Walking to school in winter through the snow and sitting in school with wet feet. The ice on the milk at break time.

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I had a white fur hat that my nan bought me, and it had a built in steel band around the hairline.
That was painful, too! I despised that hat!

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Aussiegran I was also born in NZ in 1959.
I remember prickly wool jerseys sitting on the back of the tractor on the farm (no health and safety) the cold crisp sunny days feeding out on the farm. We lived in the central North Island with a view of the mountains the wind coming straight off the snow. The white mountains sharply contrasted with the blue sky. We antipodeans live with much stronger colours and sunlight than our Northern cousins.
I am a redhead my nose was burnt and sore all summer.
Aussiegran you might remember Raro juice in the big green tin.
I still have my Grandmother’s old tin of buttons, I still add to it and use the buttons.
My Grandmother made terrible hats out of taffeta and coarse organdie that made my big sister and mother look like they had those toilet roll holders on their heads.

We had a tent in the garden, and were allowed to sleep in it, sometimes.

My main memory was our freedom to roam.

I can remember crimpelene dresses which were itchy. Also the socks were always falling down. I can remember playing out in the back,lane till 9pm on a weekend summers night. Drinking pop eating jam sandwiches and being so happy. The school hols were long and we all loved them.

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Yes, I remember cream buns being a treat as they weren’t home made. Lamingtons and of course pavlova. My Mother’s cheese scones are the best I have ever tasted but I may be biased.

Loving this thread. Remember the gymfrocks, the Panama
Fhats, the rompers! and warm milk at morning intervals. Going to manual, cooking and sewing for the girls, woodwork and metalwork for the boys. I remember we made meatballs one week, some of boys got into one girl’s take home box and threw these meatballs around the bus, some got caught in those old netting luggage racks! Pretty daring back then!! Days and days at the beach or by rivers. Good days and many happy memories.

A go- kart made with a wooden plank ,an orange box,a puece of rope to steer and the wheels off of my brothers old pram.
Secret dens in the bushes in the park,and when parky found you ( parkeeper,he always wore a uniform like a police man) he would chase you out shaking his fist at you.

First bra from pollards,any one remember them,circular stitching and stood out like two uce cream cornets under your jumper.
Suspender belts,or in my case a roll on,think long elasticated tube of instant torture,especially getting on quickly after PE, garters on socks where a practice run for roll- ons.

Knickers where the elastic could be
changed if it snapped or pinned on to your roll- on with the safety pin specially carried for such emergencies.

Walking to school on our own, no adult needed was an escort. Ink pens - no ball-points allowed - and blotting paper stuffed in the inkwells.
Boys and girls strictly segregated in the school playground, as well as separate lessons in cooking and woodwork and no-one had heard of homophobia. Going on nature walks and learning the names of wild flowers. We'd never heard of Sun screen cream and if we got burned we dabbed it with that horrible pink
stuff whose name I've forgotten.
(though to be fair I am going back another 10 years from you - to the 50s)

I NZ we don’t and didn’t ever have midday meals provided but in the 1960’s we had school milk. We had to drink a half pint bottle each day. Often it was left out in the sun until morning break and was pretty unpleasant by the time children got to it. Our school lucky for me, refrigerated it so it wasn’t so bad.

getting the school bus to the Grammar school eight miles away and having to take a travel sickness tablet Avomine? because the roads were so bad. Playing hockey in skirt shorts down to your knees on freezing school pitches,
Families getting together and having a party at any opportunity at my grans and enjoying her Roast gammon and rum butter.

Pollards, yes!
With a lady who was like Mrs. Overall working there.

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Wow,those were the days when we were free to do whaterver we wanted as long as our parents knew where we would be.
I remember two of those songs,i also remember Cliff Richards Congratulations song,we used to sing along to it whilst playing Hop Scotch ect.
We never felt threatened/frightened at all.
I loved my childhood,soooo many great memories.
Oh ,and i just remembered having my first satchel for school and felling very proud and grown up.