Am I TOO old???.

My parents used to sing 'Red Sails in the Sunset' to me when I was little. The year I was born - 1940 - apparently there was a song about 'the lady with the navy blue eyes' which became a nickname for me as I had - have - very dark blue eyes!

Here are the words to the first one MiceElf but I cant say that I know the words to the second song.

"Wot cher!" all the neighbours cried
"'Oo yer gonna meet, Bill
'Ave yer bought the street, Bill"?
Laugh? — I fort I should've died
Knocked 'em in the Old Kent Road!
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Thankyou kittylester. I hope you enjoy the browse through the website.

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God Bless.

Maywalk Welcome indeed! I am 82.. a computer user since I was 60.Then it was just at work ...only later got my own computer and broadband.
I look forward to reading your website later at leisure .We probably share many memories even though I grew up in Lancs.My children nag me to write my memoirs ,since I've moved around and had a very varied life.
I've just started a blog-mainly with the hope that my Grandson(with whom I'm denied contact) will sometime come upon it and catch up on family news.
Look forward to hearing more from you

Nice to meet you Maniac.
Can you point me in the direction of your blog?
We are of the same era so we should find something in common.

I did most of the food shopping at the Co-op as I understood the coupons better than Mum.In the early years we filed into air raid shelters when sirens sounded and sang community songs together until All Clear sounded.When sirens sounded at night we slept under the stairs (five of us).We didn't have much bombing so relaxed after first year.
I'll try out your recipes.Exercise book inherited from an aunt and in beautiful copperplate writing has some wartime recipes.
I still have my school cookery book from 1940.
Until I went to grammar school I wore clogs on weekdays and many of my clothes were made by mum from grown up cast-offs.

As I was stitching up my Gd's summer dress it brought back memories. We had bought it in the school 2nd hand uniform shop. Whoever had it before had restitched the side seam so it stuck out [ husband went to the shop, not me.]

When I started grammar school in 1960 in the school uniform shop we got a pattern and the green striped material for the summer dresses. My mother made the dresses on her sewing machine. Granny knitted my jumpers and my hockey socks on 4 needles. Different times.

Nice to read the memories that this thread is bringing back to folk.

I have written quite a few poems around the war years and this seems to be main one that many want to use.

The A to Z of the Second World War

A is for the air raid warning telling everyone to scatter
B was for the blackout, showing light was a serious matter.
C stood for the courage of everyone who was involved
D was for the devastation this bloody war evolved.
E was the evacuee whose home the bombs did raze
F is for the firemen, their bravery beyond all praise.
G was for gasmasks we carried no matter where we trod
H stood for Hitler--a sadist-- who thought he was God
I was for the identity card to prove you were no spy
J was for the millions of Jews condemned by Hitler to die.
K was for the knitting to keep our fighting lads warm
L for the Land Army girls who worked so hard on the farm.
M is the music of Glen Miller and the songs of Vera Lynn
N stood for news of the war front and our next of kin.
O stood for the ocean where our ships were at the ready
P was for our pilots whose aim was straight and steady.
Q was for the queues that could reach a mile long
R for the ration book so that nothing could go wrong.
S was for the ‘Spitfire’ the winged hell cat of the skies
T is the troopship whose journey we could only surmise.
U was for the enemy U-boat intent upon its ploy
V was for our Victory bringing jubilation and joy.
W stands for the war, which I have come out of alive
X stood for the Xmas of nineteen forty five.
Y is for the years of constant struggle and pain
But Z is for the zest to start living once again.

copyright---Maisie Walker 2001--- all copyrights reserved.

My father was nearly 90 when he passed away last year.
He wanted to go on using the internet for another 50 years and to draw his pension.
I am 64 and want to do the same for the next 100 years.

Frank

Surely your father was drawing his pension at 90, Frank!

And I think you're being a bit optimistic....

Dad was drawing his pensions till the last day of his life state, his occupational pension and Mums occupational widows pension.
I want to be drawing my pensions for the next 100 years to annoy the banks myself and my wife worked for and the council tax payers.

Frank

You want to annoy the council tax payers? Why?

A lot of the council tax payers are claiming the Local Government pension scheme is costing too much.
It would cost them more if the pensioners started to live to 164.

Frank

Aren't you a council tax payer, Frank?

I am a G band council tax payer.
I would be happy to pay more council tax to live to 164.
Only a small part of my pension comes from the council pension scheme.

Frank

Ana

I also want to do aerobics till I am 164 and then carry on with it in the sky.

Frank

Lets hope they have mixed classes when you get there Frank we can't have St Peter upset !! sorry this is totally off the original subject.

glammanana

Lets hope they have the internet as well.
One day we may be able to connect from earth to sky.

Frank

Hi Maywalk. Your mention of Manzi's took me back. We always went there (the one in Woolwich) after Saturday morning pictures.

There's still one in Peckham and another in the Tower Bridge Road.

That's a lovely site, Maywalk! You're definitely not too old!

OOOOOOOOOOO How I would love to taste the pie and mash again Petra and Miceelf. My mouth is drooling now with just thinking about it. LOL

Many thanks humming bird for the nice comments regarding my website.