Things you never see nowadays

Nowhere in the North-east is rich Ana.

Or very rich! Those Silver Cross prams cost a fortune....

POGS Where I live in the North-east, you see loads of young mums with proper prams, even some Silver Cross ones. We're backward up here.

Those lovely chunky thruppeny (3d) bits!

Wasn't there toothpaste called Kolynos? Gibbs Dentifrice came in tins, and their advertising was something about defending Castle Something-or-other and a picture of a tooth-shaped castle (or a castle-shaped tooth).

The 'penny' 'tuppenny' and 'thrupenny' trays of sweets in the newsagent shop.

Mr D the old, (or seemed so to us) and grumpy newsagent couldn't disguise his annoyance when faced with a request for the tuppenny tray as he knew it would take the child an age to decide which of the many different sweets priced at two pennies she would have.

We used to see the Clydesdale horses pulling carts down to the shore, and bringing them back full of seaweed to fertilise the best potatoes in Scotland (Ayrshires). Loved those heavy horses.

"The street singer wandering through the streets in Kennington {London)
where we lived. A favourite song was "Just a song at twilight"!"

Actually called Love's Old Sweet Song, I believe... by James Lynam Molloy, words by G. Clifton Bingham

LaGrand Ah Yes exotic gentlemen wearing turbans selling door to door from a suitcase were the only Asian people I saw in my childhood.

we used to have a baker deliver his' oh so lovely freshly baked bread' in a basket, he would deliver using his horse and cart, I can still smell the aroma of his bread, he would come into the kitchen with his basket slung over his arm with all shapes of bread, have a chat with my mother and then be on his way, also the coal man delivered the coal by horse and cart and cos we were quite poor, as children would follow the cart and pick up any coal that dropped from his cart. THOSE WERE THE DAYS ................. so long ago ,,,

Housewives in their crossover pinnies and headscarves worn turban-wise, concealing their curlers - each making sure that her doorsteps were whiter than her neighbour's.

We lived in the countryside and I remember, only once or twice, a very exotic looking gentleman in a turban coming to the door with a suitcase of lacy underwear, ribbons etc in very gaudy colours.

I was desperate for some frilly undies but I'm afraid he got short shrift.

You are all so much more eloquent with your descriptions than I am, I just called it 'money shoots in shops'.

I used to save my money and go to Jollys in Bath to buy sequins and the like, nowadays they are the sort of thing they throw on tables at parties for decoration. I loved the sound of the 'shlupp and wheeeze' of the shoots, sadly now adays that is just the sound of my breathing.

Buying flowers by the dozen.
Prams
People haymaking and stooking.

Roscoff onions delivered by the "Onion Johnnies! from Brittany - would appear here (well up the West Coast of Scotland!) every year. Great onions and lovely (I thought Old then, but maybe not?) man. Do any still come across to this country?

absent, the money 'whizzer' I remember best was in the huge Coop butchers in the middle of Derby.

I'm reminded of being taken to see 'mummy' by Nan, in Sainsburys, 1952ish. As a divorcee, mum worked full-time & Nan brought me up. Sainsbury then was a narrow, long shop; Mum worked on the butter counter, & I can still recall the tight, white turban the girls had to wear. Using two wooden paddles, the butter would be speedily patted into an oblong, some kind of picture would be impressed on the half-pound slab, then wrapped in grease-proof paper. The walls of the shop were tiled, large colourful farmyard scenes incorporated in the design. A long-forgotten motto of some kind was prominently displayed; it always felt cool in there & fresh-smelling. I was about 4 years old. Mum never stayed long in each job - her next one was as a 'nippy' in Lyons Corner House. I thought she looked like a film-star in* that* uniform; a smart black dress, white frilly apron & a very fetching cap. Mum had very black, shiny curly hair to shoulder-level; people said she looked very like Ava Gardiner, & she really did. I don't take after her!

Fish and chips wrapped up in newspaper!

Do you ever see a shop these days that's called a drapers? (And they were the ones with the whizzy metallic capsule that carried the money to and from the cash desk.)

Maniac yes! My granny always kept a tin of Allen and Hanbury's glycerin and blackcurrant pastilles in her bag. I sat next to her in church and she'd get the tin out some time during the service. The pastilles were delicious but did rather stick to the teeth. I've still got a couple of the tins. I remember the whizzing capsules in the grocers' shop too.

Those flimsy airmail letters that you wrote on, then folded along the right lines and licked the flap to close them. Thank goodness for email now!

The bread man used to deliver my nans bread, and cakes at the weekend, and the fish man, came round on Fridays as well, and the grocery van, you knowm those big vans you could walk on to
happy memories

granny23 I love that!

White doggy doo!

Washing Blues (small muslin packets of blue powder which dissolved in water (a lovely deep blue) and then white clothes were dipped into it after the final rinse to intensify the whiteness.

Oh yes, Maniac - I'd almost forgotten Walking Days... my granny used to take me to watch the parades.

Those capsules that the shop assistant would put your money in and it would whizz along a wire to the office and then whizz back with your change and receipt.