The best thing was kunzle cakes. There was a chocolate shell. Inside, the first layer was jam, then sponge, then buttercream type icing , then some sort of edible decoration.
You had to lick the middle out of the cake without disturbing the decoration and then eat the chocolate. YUM
The good old days?? because we knew no better, that was it, Some had warm comfortable lives many lucky to have one hot meal a week. Some slept head to tail in crowded beds I had my own bed and listening to school friends thought it would be fun living as they did. Rickets were rife, Iron Lungs incurable diseases, happy days for the few misery for many. The 11 plus my parents could afford the uniforms and kit many could not, some of my friends left school to work at twelve to thirteen, intelligent kids, parents needed the money.
I go bonkers when someone writes about the good old days on my Local History Board, longing for Street Houses, one fire coal, one tap cold and no bath have they had a more miserable time since I ask. What happened to Mars Bars they neither look nor taste as they did in my youth when I would slice them very thinly and slowly enjoy each piece that was heaven on earth. No fat kids during sweet rationing.
Lyn yes Ye olde tin baff, imagine filling it when unlike us you did not have a boiler, some only had one gas light in the house and water had to be boiled on the fire. It must have been very hurtful though I remember one girl in my class no one would sit beside, my Pal Ken Luke shouted out she Stinks Sir. Met her years later, a smart nice looking girl who pulled herself up by her boot straps.
We did a bad thing when somebody parked outside my mum's. I suppose they thought dottery old bird with one car...she'll not care. My niece and I parked either end and went inside for tea and buns! It wasn't planned, we'd just both turned up at the same time and had nowhere else to park. At least they were polite when they came and asked us to move.
I've also been known to yell (politely of course) at workies with vans and open doors and squinty parking and bum cracks..."it's a cul-de-sac.....NOT A CAR PARK!" as I swung my little car in and around and all about them to turn! It was like skittles! Very satisfying!
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The best thing was kunzle cakes. There was a chocolate shell. Inside, the first layer was jam, then sponge, then buttercream type icing , then some sort of edible decoration.
You had to lick the middle out of the cake without disturbing the decoration and then eat the chocolate. YUM
We did that with Tunnocks Tea Cakes and Lee's Snowballs. Still do!
The good old days?? because we knew no better, that was it, Some had warm comfortable lives many lucky to have one hot meal a week. Some slept head to tail in crowded beds I had my own bed and listening to school friends thought it would be fun living as they did. Rickets were rife, Iron Lungs incurable diseases, happy days for the few misery for many. The 11 plus my parents could afford the uniforms and kit many could not, some of my friends left school to work at twelve to thirteen, intelligent kids, parents needed the money.
I go bonkers when someone writes about the good old days on my Local History Board, longing for Street Houses, one fire coal, one tap cold and no bath have they had a more miserable time since I ask. What happened to Mars Bars they neither look nor taste as they did in my youth when I would slice them very thinly and slowly enjoy each piece that was heaven on earth. No fat kids during sweet rationing.
Frank.
No bath Frank, didn't it hang on a nail on the outside wall?
We had a similar problem with ex neighbour even parking in front of driveway gates. Rest of the road CLEAR. So far, no problem with new neighbour.
Re bread and sugar. . the calories were quickly burned off as children were more active then.
Lyn yes Ye olde tin baff, imagine filling it when unlike us you did not have a boiler, some only had one gas light in the house and water had to be boiled on the fire. It must have been very hurtful though I remember one girl in my class no one would sit beside, my Pal Ken Luke shouted out she Stinks Sir. Met her years later, a smart nice looking girl who pulled herself up by her boot straps.
Frank.
We did a bad thing when somebody parked outside my mum's. I suppose they thought dottery old bird with one car...she'll not care. My niece and I parked either end and went inside for tea and buns! It wasn't planned, we'd just both turned up at the same time and had nowhere else to park.
At least they were polite when they came and asked us to move. 
I've also been known to yell (politely of course) at workies with vans and open doors and squinty parking and bum cracks..."it's a cul-de-sac.....NOT A CAR PARK!"
as I swung my little car in and around and all about them to turn! It was like skittles! Very satisfying!
Hazel a "notice may do it POLITE NOTICE NO PARKING" people see polite as Police and it seems to work.
Frank.