So many memories are stirred by others' experiences! Yes - frosted windows that did, indeed, look like ferns and leaves, and then I would make a little circle in the frost to look out to see what the weather was like!
And there was the time when my brother and I were little, both our beds were put into the one room so that the little fire could be lit for Christmas. In joyous expectation of the event, we decided to use my toy broom and dustpan set (sexist toy!) to sweep the chimney for Father Christmas. My mother was unamused by the amount of sooty handprints everywhere that had to be cleaned.
The living room had a coal fire, which, when the wind was in a certain direction, wouldn't "draw" so she would hold a sheet of newspaper over the opening to create a draught. We waited with baited breath for the inevitable conflagration.
Sunday roast. Monday washday, so cold cuts (beef: nice. lamb: ugh!) and bubble and squeak. Tuesday cottage pie with the left-overs.
Walking to school and back (nearly a mile each way: home for lunch meant we walked the distance four times a day). Milk in small bottles at school - and oh, the pride of being milk-monitor and piercing the silver tops with straws! And inkwells and dip-in pens - impossible to grip a pen like a crab's claw and actually write as seems to be more commonplace today.
Playing games in the street, with no adult to tell us the rules - but a sort of rough justice that prevailed for anyone who "cheated".
Tough times, but lots of happy memories nevertheless!
Just remembered the andy williams show, with the bear that ate the cookies, oh and i wrote to jim'll fix it to see if he could get me a ride on a racehorse, i didn't get a reply, thank goodness i didn't!
One of my very first memories is the dismantling of one of my Grandad's chicken sheds so that it could be put up in the garden as a garage for the car my Dad was going to buy. This must have been early 1946 when I was three. The car came, a 1938 Morris 8, in late '46 and stud on bricks in the garage all the severe '47 Winter. My Dad was the first man to take a car to Manvers Main Colliery including the Manager. I also remember the last of 'Dick Barton, Special Agent' which was replaced by 'The Archers'.
Here is a picture of my Mum on the right 'caling' with Peggy, our neighbour. You can just see the garage and the lean-to at the back of the house is the toilet, we didn't have an inside toilet until well into the '50s.
Yes, Pansyface, very near there. This photo was taken in Mexborough not a million miles from Barnsley. There is also the Barnsley War Cry - 'How Much!'. The council also replaced the black leaded range in the dining room which took a bucked of coal to start and another bucket to keep going. The middle outside door in the photo were't coyle oyl. Until the miners gave up two tons of coal a year for the OAPs about 1960 we got 12 tons a year and giving any away was strictly verboten.
It certainly wouldn't have been a puppy muddle-up. At the time we had Rover, a Labrador/Alsation - lots of stories about him. The Beaumonts - Peggy - were butchers with a shop at the bottom of the road so they could have been passing meat across. For quite some time I thought that meat was free - all you had to do was ask the neighbours for some.
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Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
Yay! It's worked
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
So many memories are stirred by others' experiences! Yes - frosted windows that did, indeed, look like ferns and leaves, and then I would make a little circle in the frost to look out to see what the weather was like!
And there was the time when my brother and I were little, both our beds were put into the one room so that the little fire could be lit for Christmas. In joyous expectation of the event, we decided to use my toy broom and dustpan set (sexist toy!) to sweep the chimney for Father Christmas. My mother was unamused by the amount of sooty handprints everywhere that had to be cleaned.
The living room had a coal fire, which, when the wind was in a certain direction, wouldn't "draw" so she would hold a sheet of newspaper over the opening to create a draught. We waited with baited breath for the inevitable conflagration.
Sunday roast. Monday washday, so cold cuts (beef: nice. lamb: ugh!) and bubble and squeak. Tuesday cottage pie with the left-overs.
Walking to school and back (nearly a mile each way: home for lunch meant we walked the distance four times a day). Milk in small bottles at school - and oh, the pride of being milk-monitor and piercing the silver tops with straws! And inkwells and dip-in pens - impossible to grip a pen like a crab's claw and actually write as seems to be more commonplace today.
Playing games in the street, with no adult to tell us the rules - but a sort of rough justice that prevailed for anyone who "cheated".
Tough times, but lots of happy memories nevertheless!
Just remembered the andy williams show, with the bear that ate the cookies, oh and i wrote to jim'll fix it to see if he could get me a ride on a racehorse, i didn't get a reply, thank goodness i didn't!
Many thanks for the link Doghouse, spent a very thought provoking evening ' visiting' my childhood home town.........happy memories
OMG Lantana - you have reminded me about the (fortunately occasional) b****y Rissoles!
One of my very first memories is the dismantling of one of my Grandad's chicken sheds so that it could be put up in the garden as a garage for the car my Dad was going to buy. This must have been early 1946 when I was three. The car came, a 1938 Morris 8, in late '46 and stud on bricks in the garage all the severe '47 Winter. My Dad was the first man to take a car to Manvers Main Colliery including the Manager. I also remember the last of 'Dick Barton, Special Agent' which was replaced by 'The Archers'.
Here is a picture of my Mum on the right 'caling' with Peggy, our neighbour. You can just see the garage and the lean-to at the back of the house is the toilet, we didn't have an inside toilet until well into the '50s.
Now that's what you call a proper garden fence
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
Yes, Pansyface, very near there. This photo was taken in Mexborough not a million miles from Barnsley. There is also the Barnsley War Cry - 'How Much!'. The council also replaced the black leaded range in the dining room which took a bucked of coal to start and another bucket to keep going. The middle outside door in the photo were't coyle oyl. Until the miners gave up two tons of coal a year for the OAPs about 1960 we got 12 tons a year and giving any away was strictly verboten.
It certainly wouldn't have been a puppy muddle-up. At the time we had Rover, a Labrador/Alsation - lots of stories about him. The Beaumonts - Peggy - were butchers with a shop at the bottom of the road so they could have been passing meat across. For quite some time I thought that meat was free - all you had to do was ask the neighbours for some.