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

Dont you wish you had a SatNav??

 

:hehe: at Capney.
Home made go karts and sledges were popular too! If you could get hold of some old pram wheels there was no end to the imagination.

 

Karts....Oh yes I had many versions of those.
Big wheels at the back, small at the front and your best mate as a power source. Came in handy for carting firewood as well.

 

When I was around ten years, we always tried to get hold of sets of pram wheels to make a trolley (our name for a kart), Jazmine. We also had some pretty scary hills to try them out on. In those days, our roads were just another playground since there was hardly any motor traffic at all.:hehe:

And while on the subject of sledges, the one I built very nearly took one of my eyes out. Me and one of my brothers were ready to go, me laying flat and facing forward (I must have been mad.) and him sat up between my legs. Down we slid, wack, we stopped suddenly. My brother slid forward and pushed me along the way and one of the sliders sticking up caught the corner of my eyebrow. Ah well, kids will be kids.:yho:Yes, I still find it funny...

 

hi capney.you mentioned a cardboard insole, i remember working on the railway (early days)and i was firing steam engines with a cardboard insole . MADE YOU JUMP IF YOU STEPPED ON A BURNING COAL ON THE ENGINE!!!!!. music.

 

A big dog charged at me in my pushchair, teeth out and snarling as it charged. My mum flew at it and hoofed it one, then burst into tears from the shock.

We called them bogies. I don't know why, that's just what they were called up our way. A bit of old rope for steering, and no brakes. I remember me and my mates spending hours at a time searching the back alleys for any thrown out materials that we could use in our next bogey build. The beach was always a good source of washed up lumps of old timber for some reason (smashed packing crates perhaps? I don't know how so much cut wood ends up in the sea), but pram wheels were a real find. You had to find some, because they didn't last too long. The axles, being design to take the weight of a baby at low speeds, just couldn't cope with a bigger kid belting down some unsurfaced track in the woods for very long, so they'd bend. After a while the wheels would have bent out over at the bottom to the point that your bogey just wouldn't work anymore.

 

Oh dear I am chuckling away at this thread. :D
What fun we had as kids!
I remember making dens was another fun pastime - we would find a ditch then cover the top of it with sticks, branches, grass etc and then made it all cosy inside!
One good game [but naughty] was exploring. We would get into the back of a hall near us and "explore" the gardens, it was like being jungle explorers!

 

Did anyone else do this:

As kids we used to build makeshift ramps to see how far we could jump our bikes. They'd be made out of whatever bits and pieces we could find discarded down the alleys. We used to test our jumping capabilities by getting a selection of our mates to lay down next to each other just after the ramp. One of use would manage to clear two of our mates, so someone else would try to clear three. For some reason, nobody feared laying down after the ramp, and it was rare that anyone got landed on due to a failed record attempt. Oddly enough, none of the 'grown ups' ever tried to stop our dangerous stunts as far as I recall. So you'd have a group of kids, no protective gear, a plank of old wood held up on old bricks, and a kid on a bike hurtling down the pavement to try to jump the lot, and nobody seemed to mind

 

I`m still having therapy over Liberty bodices and Syrup of Fig night.

 

That brings memories flooding back David..
Syrup of figs and cod liver oil in huge bottles.
National milk was another stable.
There was an article on our local radio this morning re war time recipes.
I was salivating.... I must find a recipe for bacon and onion pudding and corned beef and onion steam pud..yummy

 

Bubble and squeak, cardboard insoles, black pudding, tapioca, garden hopping at night, basin haircuts... my dad was the king of doing them.

 

We changed our living room carpet at the back end of last year, just before we got that 'big freeze' (British winter). As is always the case when fitting a carpet we had loads of off-cuts left over. I was sick of my feet being cold while walking to work in the snow, so I made carpet insoles. It was so warm and comfy, but when I showed one of my work colleagues what I'd done, she laughed. I didn't care, my feet were warm and that worked for me:gnthb:

 

Some brilliant memories here folks
I think we knew how to have fun back then :D
I remember washing up liquid washed everything including our hair! I remember the name liberty bodice but don't think I had one
All jumpers and cardis were hand knitted and were itchy. Our hair was always plaited :skp:

I remember sitting for ages with both arms outstretched while mum wound the wool from long skeins into balls....

 

You know what, Jazmine, we did know how to have fun back in those far off days, but then we still respected one another enought to leave our doors unlocked during the day. If you did this today, we'd likely go back to an empty house.

Oddly enough, there's nothing really harmful in washing up liquid and using it on your hair, which is a lot more than I can say about today's shampoos.:flag:

That carpet idea sounds pretty cool, Clueless1. I'd have certainly given it a try in those far off days. The trouble with that is, we couldn't afford carpets, let alone cut them up!:lollol:

 

What are carpet slippers made out of then?:lollol::lollol::rotfl: