Now we all like a survey....dont we?

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I remember Izal, that was a luxury compared to squares of torn paper hanging on a piece of string in the toilet down the garden. Very nasty if you wanted to go in the night....:(

I remember mum cooking a stodgy pudding wrapped in some cloth for what seemed like forever. I think it was to fill us up!

I remember the sheer delight when my dad brought home a dilapidated bike he had rescued from the dump. We had to share it!

Those were the days

 

Shiney,you definetly was posh to have a phone as well as phone books:D

 

Ah yes, Saturday morning pictures (Cinema) as we called it, was the highlight of the week. We all used to take big bundles of american comics with us to swop with the other kids. I really enjoyed doing that.

 

Robert, I remeber paying 6d for a four oz bar of cadburys chocolate, and still reckon it tasted better than the one by Frys with the image of five boys on the wrapper. The reason I remebered the tv we had, was that my father was into ham radio and enjoyed making or repairing things, likewise the television. Mind you, the picture wasn't brilliant and you had to keep on fiddling with both the horizontal and vertical holds. Try saying that when you've had a few too many to drink.

 

My treat was a Mars bar at 4d each...then.. horrors on horrors... they went up to 6d and I could not afford so many. I was gutted.

 

hi strawman, if i remember correctly, when doing a swap for comics>
THE EXCHANGE RATE WAS, 2 BRITISH COMICS FOR 1 AMERICAN COMIC???.
music.:gnthb:

 

remember my mother,who was so (house proud). we where the first in the street to have a >
STANDARD LAMP!!. she had this brown wooden base ,floral shade with tassels hanging down standard lamp,and it was posted (SLAP BANG IN THE MIDDLE OF THE LIVING ROOM WINDOW).
SO ALL THE NIEGHBOURS COULD SEE IT.it was like a LIGHTHOUSE!!. it was handy for my dad coming home, after a few refreshments (HE JUST FOLLOWED THE LIGHT!!!). music.

 

Absolutely, Music. This worked out good for me because I had lots of american comics, a kind of snobbery at that time for those with that kind of swopping power. I think that the worse thing that ever happened with regard to american comics, was when they banned the import of those old horror comics which I liked the best.

My home city was badly hit during the war, so much so that it provided us kids with lots of ruins to explore... if you dared to go inside them, that is.

I also clearly remeber the end of sweet rationing in 1953, but I can't recall how it affected my desire for them once they were in plentiful supply?

 

Mums bacon and onion steam pudding was the most wondeful food in my whole world.
Brawn....anybody remember that?
Ginger beer exploding in the ladder?
Brains on toast?
Fried row?
Drinking grandmas potato whisky?
Wondering how long its going to be before I get a new pair of shoes. The carboard inner sole is wearing out again.

 

Capney, mums pud was a sweet one!

Gosh I remember the shoes problem too. I was one of four, times were hard and food was the main priority.

I had to sew my shoes together to make them last longer. :D

My first bra came from a jumble sale.

I had to wear my school blazer out everywhere as it was the only jacket I had.

I remember dripping on toast and that was a real luxury.

Bread in warm milk cups of oxo with bread soaked in, cold chips for breakfast, oh er.....

 

Dripping... Now theres a memory. Proper beef dripping on toast with a dash of salt... heaven...I suspect theres a lot of todays generation have no idea what dripping is.

 

Clothes that were bought 2 sizes to big!!! and being told "dont worry you will soon grow into them." s00k 02

 

:thumb: yes O2 I remember that and clothes were not wasted they were "passed down"

Who remembers getting lemonade crystals and adding them to water? Liquorice wheels and pipes?

We used to make mud pies, play hopscotch and play in the haystacks. We were allowed to be children then!

 

I have a question to tax even the best of memories. As a child, what is the earliest thing that you can remember? :thumb:

Mine is as follows : There I am, two to three years old and my dad has just given me my very first car, a big bright red machine (pressed steal) with a leather seat and chrome wheels. Now, you'd think that I'd just tootle up and down the garden, or outside on the pavement, no, no, that wasn't good enough for me. I had to give it the full road test by weaving it along a number of pavements, corners and so on. As a very young child I needed to fully explore my surroundings. After I'd pedalled along for what seemed an age, I stopped, looked around and couldn't figure out where I was. I cried and cried!:dh: A policeman came along and asked me why I was crying, so I told him that I was lost. The next part I don't recall, but the upshot of this journey was, I was eventually taken back home, for which I was given a good telling off. I'd actually pedalled about a mile or so from my home, but I wasn't aware of the distance at the time....:lollol: