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Comfortable with the past
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Sandra B | Report | 22 Mar 2006 09:59 |
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first transistor radio, Ismuggled it into boarding school, the nuns didn't know what it was.................got confiscated............didn't get it back till end of term..... |
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Harry | Report | 22 Mar 2006 10:26 |
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Feel free folks to continue should you wish. Trying a new and separate nostalgia thread on schools. To all real nostalgia people (real oldies). may the tablets continue to work. Happy days |
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Brian | Report | 22 Mar 2006 10:54 |
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The namby-pamby footballers of today have never had it so good. The footballs of the late 40's/50's were much bigger in diameter than the 'tennis balls' they use today; no wonder they can be kicked further, and 'bent'. The leather used then was either inferior quality, or the balls were much more used - the shine soon came off, and the rough leather would be caked in mud this time of year. Trying to kick one as a youngster was like trying to boot a housebrick! And head one at your peril! You might also be unlucky and head the lace-up part - ouch! I seemed to be constantly suffering with earache or a cold so I had to wear my school cap whilst playing!! Remember dubbing? After a game you would wash the mud off your boots (and the ball if you were rich enough to own one), dry them in front of the fire or in the oven, and smear on dubbing to help keep them waterproof - some hopes! |
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Harry | Report | 22 Mar 2006 10:59 |
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I,ve departed for an hour or two. would be delighted to hear more from you. Happy days |
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Brian | Report | 22 Mar 2006 11:11 |
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My mum and older sister and I were evacuated to Bingley (Yorkshire) in 1944 when the bombing in the North London area became more intense. We moved in with a Great-Uncle and Aunt. To us youngsters it was an adventure, but my mum didn't like it. Didn't like the northern ways, or maybe it was homesickness, but we moved back to North London after about 9 months there. I can remember having a slice of bread with everything (stewed apples and custard and bread, imagine). Also a farmer coming round the streets in his pony and trap selling milk by the gill. No bottles then. He had a ladel which he dipped into his milk-churn and ladelled the amount you asked for into your bowl, or whatever container you held out. Mum worked in the uncles greengrocery shop. At Christmas he got hold of a huge sack of peanuts (plain of course, not salted) for sale. Snitched a few freebies! |
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Julie | Report | 23 Mar 2006 22:43 |
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Ah but do you remember the pattern the frost used to make on the inside of your bedroom window in winter - like ferns! BRRRRR! Give me my nice central heating and double glazing anyday :~) Getting soft..... |
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Jeans Reunited | Report | 23 Mar 2006 22:51 |
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I love it when the wind is howling - reminds me of staying at my nans house. She had a house on a hill in the middle of nowhere. It was always windy and the windows rattled. I would snuggle down next to her and listen to my grandad snoring in the next room Now I am crying!! XClaire |
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