General Chat

I was brought by Dear old Gran and Grandad i remember we used to have processed Peas the ones you had to soak ,we had them on saucers with vinegar on. Also Chestnuts .Thes were all cooked on the fire and the baking was done in the side oven oh! it did taste so nice. Very Happy times Harry this is a lovely thread .. June .

Some wonderful contributions. thank you all so much. The gas tar bit reminds me what urchins we were. (and I,m afraid we fished down grids as well - for money and marbles). Happy days

How about Liberty bodices and leggings,,Little brimmed hats with bows......

Rhubarb and sugar..Cheap and cheerful........Remember sugar mice and floral gums, keep this thread going and keep of the heavy stuff , I've been hiding all day in here and on the Spring thread.........Coward.........yes...Oxo tins for lunch boxes......

Ehhh not as old as some but the memories, the iron my mam used to use on gas little one I have and us at front dooe. The long toasting folk, I have OH grans which I got of his aunty before I met OH (weird) and have all my grans crystal, bowls for fruit sugar and Biscuit barrel, but my best thing which I was allowed to look at when about 7/8 my GGrandads bible. but now reading through some names and dates could have been my GG Grandads;; Babs

oooooooooooooooTar bubbles........I was out in my pretty little yellow and white dress, with smocking up the front and ribbons.........Waiting to go out visiting.........Sitting on the kerb waitingggggggggggg. couldn't resist them, boy next door came along, I think we spent ages bursting them.,covered in tar..Got scrubbed clean with butter.......Mum was not happy......Butter rationing......Thanks for that memory..

Born 1931 Liverpool, can remember scraping the paint off the rails of my cot with my nails, and being in my pram, my father making shadows of animals on the bedroom wall with his hands by the light of a candle, bursting tar bubbles in the street in the summer, the saying then was 'don't say Ta ! it sticks to your bum ! fishing for coppers down the grating outside a shop with chewing gum on the end of a cane, playing 'cherry wobs' up the drainpipe, people skipping in the street with mums and dads turning the long rope, men playing 'pitch and toss' on the corner with a lookout to see if there was a 'scuffer' coming, ( policeman ) kids playing 'Jacks and Ollies' the man selling blocks of salt from a cart, the man sharpening knives turning a stone with his feet, the man selling 'quins' , the milk man in a pony and trap, getting a penny bar of chocolate from a machine at the Pier Head, I could go on and on ! but sadly those happy days came to an end when we listened to Chamberlains speech on the wireless with all the neighbours out in the street listening. that war had been declared. Being evacuated to Wales then coming back home during the May blitz, hiding down in the cellar during the air raids. It has all been written up in my life story to pass down to my children and grandchildren, ( sorry for going on )

Thank you Margaret. Just throw in one more - red, patchy legs and that wonderful toast done on a long fork. Even the marge tasted better than the butter of today (perhaps). Sandra, re below. you are obviously a young oldie. Turned a couple out of the loft a few weeks ago (my boys are in their 40s) Happy days

Some very good points there folks.(Once got a shock from the iron as described, although that was a more modern memory) thank you all. Happy days

You talk away Harry. I'm 65/66 I'm of an age that remembers, but also likes to hear older stories. I'm finding myself thinking about my Grandparents lives more and more. I just wish I had asked more instead of relying on Grandads stories. I could have asked different questions. Never mind, he did talk to us , my lovely grandad. Deanna X

Harry John and I were only talking this mornng over breakfast, I started the conversation something like this, I wonder what John Fleetwood 1742 would think if he walked into our house today, the only thing he would just about recognise would be the candles onthe mantle everything else would be totally alien to him, on reflection the whole house if virtually full of items that he would think were perfectly useless and would not have a clue what to do with any of them, it really made us think!! xxhugxx

Tuesday was ironing,remember the iron plugged into the light fitting? I even remember granny with two irons on the stove and thick ironing cloths....

Yes, Harry, I always associate Mondays with wash days, too ! It was the only day I didn't rush home from school - I hated the smell of damp clothes on the overhead rack mixed with the smell of the scouse simmering on the stove. Yuk.

Back again. Some lovely memories and reflections there. One snippet hit me hard 'always on a monday'. Coming home from school with all that funny smelling washing all around the fire. You knew exactly what was for tea 'potato hash' we called it - the left overs from what we laughingly called the week-end joint. Still don,t like mondays. Happy days

I love hearing Grandma's stories and loved hearing about Daddy pulling the window down on the train to school and arriving with a filthy face!! :O)

What about that washing board thing she scrubbed on and the blue bag to make the whites white................oooooooI am old.........I get miserable now if any of my machines play up...........Makes you grateful us baby boomers...........

Now you've got me thinking about the mangle Sandra - granny's stood in the 'scullery'! Nostalgia eh? Stella

We had a wash house and granny would wash in big tubs of steaming water,,no poncy rubber gloves them, then rinse and we helped with the mangle.........Hung out on great big washing lines.Always on a Monday. If it was wet it was hung on the pulley in the kitchen and dripped on us.........Happy days and poor old granny>

I'm sitting here remembering our tin bath hanging on a nail outside the back door!! Stella

Can't help it really, can we, Harry? All those memories are part of our lives, and although they may not mean much to many, there are enough of us oldies to sit and reminisce together. Poor old souls! Throw another log on the fire and fetch me a blanket, please, someone. LOL CB >|< ;>)))