Way back when....do you remember this?

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Do you remember when people poured their tea into the saucer when I was hot so as to be able to drink it?

Do you remember 1d on the bus?

stardesk wrote:And proper, genuine loose tea, that made a refreshing cuppa, unlike today's teabags. Anyone know of any brands?

My Gran had an outside shed-loo down the garden, we called it a thunder box.

Then there was always the traditional Sunday roast, no takeaways in those days. Oh, and fish and chips wrapped in newspaper.

Yorkshire Tea in teabags, best ever IMO.
We used to have 'Flowers' tea delived when I was a whippersnapper.

Syl wrote:

Miffs2 wrote:

True, haven't seen a tea strainer since I had a kidney stone

.I don't get that Miffs2.

I had to we through the strainer so the focus could check the stones.
Stung a bit

Miffs2 wrote:

Syl wrote:
.I don't get that Miffs2.

I had to we through the strainer so the focus could check the stones.
Stung a bit

Ahhh right....ouch.

Syl wrote:Camp coffee....yuck.

I have Camp Coffee here, now,

Remember Bev Coffee?

No I don't think so Stormee...was it liquid like Camp?

Syl wrote:

Stormee wrote:1d in the gas meter.
1 shilling in the electric

Man would come and empty meters and give  rebate there and then.

I remember that Stormee.
My mum would leave the shillings piled up on the kitchen worktop and we could have a treat that day.

Actually we called it the scullery not the kitchen....the room we lived in (where the fire was made up) we called the kitchen, and the front room (where a fire was only made up on special occasions) was the parlour.

We had a kitchen for normal then a scullery with downstairs bath, solid fuel with fire boiler, wood or coal. hanging game, mangle and odds and sods.

Our bath was downstairs too...in the cellar, it was tin and only came up once a week.

Threading clouts with elastic and safety pin.

Tying your own dickie bow.

Spats.

Oh dear, such memories. Tea strainer? Yep, I've still got one in the kitchen drawer.

Bath water was heated up in a gas copper (boiler) in the kitchen, then we had to carry the hot water upstairs in buckets. Mother used to wash the clothes in the boiler and used a mangle to squeeze out the water. Wash day was always a Monday, and we always had fish on a Friday. An old Christian habit I believe.

Ah such memories, I had to wear short trousers until I left junior school.

stardesk wrote:Oh dear, such memories. Tea strainer? Yep, I've still got one in the kitchen drawer.

Bath water was heated up in a gas copper (boiler) in the kitchen, then we had to carry the hot water upstairs in buckets. Mother used to wash the clothes in the boiler and used a mangle to squeeze out the water. Wash day was always a Monday, and we always had fish on a Friday. An old Christian habit I believe.

Ah such memories, I had to wear short trousers until I left junior school.

Happy days though Stardesk?.

stardesk wrote:Oh dear, such memories. Tea strainer? Yep, I've still got one in the kitchen drawer.

Bath water was heated up in a gas copper (boiler) in the kitchen, then we had to carry the hot water upstairs in buckets. Mother used to wash the clothes in the boiler and used a mangle to squeeze out the water. Wash day was always a Monday, and we always had fish on a Friday. An old Christian habit I believe.

Ah such memories, I had to wear short trousers until I left junior school.

We had bath day twice a week; Wednesday right after school & chores --- wet rag scrub down {all those necessary body parts} while standing in a round galvanized tub to soak some of the crude off of our bare feet. Wednesday was a mid week church night...we had to put our Sunday best on and shoes too. Saturday was the big water usage day ...laundry first and then those soapy water tubs were used for groups of siblings baths---starting with the oldest ones and working the way down to us younger ones! The older sisters helped with the scrubbing while my two older brothers helped with the water buckets...mom hung out the wet clothes on those long wires my littlest sister was in charge of the clothes pins and I had the fire wood detail for our outside cook stove! I hated doing all that in winter~~~
Fish every Friday, because of the Catholics in our large family; we weren't but my mother was raised in the Catholic faith and kept that meal plan going.

Hi Aspca. Our clothes were hung out on the line to dry, but if it was a wet day a fire was lit in the sitting room and clothes hung on a clothes horse in front of the fire to dry.

People these days don't realise how lucky they are with all the modern conveniences and gadgets.

Toasting fork for toast on the dying embers at night

Putting straw up a frogz ass and blowing it up.

Oh yes, Storme, toasting our bread at the fire. As for the poor old Frogs, we knew about it but never did it.

Climbing trees. Forgive my boasting but I was the best tree climber in the village. Tarzan was my hero and I suppose I was copying him. Lol, no I didn't swing from tree to tree. OUCH!

Tarzan swings Tarzan falls, Jane catches him by the *****

We used to sing that as kidz.

Syl wrote:No I don't think so Stormee...was it liquid like Camp?

Yes twaz lickwid.

I still drink camp. with half milk.

My old lady used to make me bath once a year on Christmas day whether I needed it or not.

Pork batch shop for a penny dip

Milk machines in the street, 6d a carton ice cold, used to give me a headache.

After the scullery floor had been mopped newspaper was put down to walk on until it dried.

My childhood was basically this -- Hardy Boys books. Sandlot baseball. Atari 2600 video games (and text adventures on my friend's Tandy computer). Dungeons and Dragons. Camping out in the back yard. Exploring the dry river bed.

Riding bikes down the side of the dry river bed. Hitting big rocks while flying on bikes down the side of the dry river bed, flipping over the handlebars and rolling to the bottom. Hiding the wounds from Mom.

Building "forts" out of scrap wood in vacant lots. Trying to find another group of kids to be our enemies so we could attack their fort and defend our own.

Skateboarding downhill at breakneck speed. Street football. Wall-ball:

Andy Hardy = Micky Rooney.

Black leading the grate.
Red mansion polish on the front door step tiles.
Polishing the brass on the doors,

Polishing the household silver

Backcombing hair so your head looked totally out of proportion to the rest of you.
If a girls hair was thin they used to roll up a stocking and put it under the hair, then cover it to give height.

Which reminds me...we wore stockings and suspenders instead of tights, and if the button in the suspenders broke off a three penny bit could be used instead.

Us lads were always looking for a threepenny bit. lol

Boot lace ties

Chopper bikes

Stormee wrote:Us lads were always looking for a threepenny bit. lol

I reckon in general terms the girlz were nicer back then

Stormee wrote:I reckon in general terms the girlz were nicer back then

Depends how you define 'nice' Stormee.

Respectabul, Syl.

Not foul mouthed, slutty.

Us geezuz did not swear in front of the girlz, if it did slip out other geezuz would tell you to apologise.

Stormee wrote:Respectabul, Syl.

Not foul mouthed, slutty.

Us geezuz did not swear in front of the girlz, if it did slip out other geezuz would tell you to apologise.

Swearing definitely wasn't used so much in everyday language...not by either sex.
I think films and TV have made that acceptable, I remember when the F word wasn't allowed on TV at all.

Behaviour has definitely changed, but there are still plenty of respectable girls around. I think the brash gobby ones are just more noticeable.

Do you remember Frankie Vaughan.

Do you remember when Cadburys Milk Tray were made in Brum, now made in Poland.

Going out for hours in the summer and your mum never known where you were, who you were with and despite not having a watch, you'd still go home for lunch then dinner.

Oh and spending all day over at the lido, with sandwiches and a big bottle of drink and going as brown as a nut.

Going tadpole and newt catching at Butchers Lane.

What about Cry Baby Johnny Ray, Louis Armstrong, Frankie Vaughen, Millie in Jamaica. Songs you could remember, sing and whistle, unlike today's rubbish, all they do is mumble just two or three notes until they're half way through, then they start shouting and screaming the same couple of notes. Ghastly!

i still have a load of old records, some 45s, some 78s and LPs. Been looking for a record collector to flog 'em to. Know anyone?

Horlicks

Powdered egg

Side of bacon hanging up in a cool place, maybe larder.

stardesk wrote:..............

i still have a load of old records, some 45s, some 78s and LPs. Been looking for a record collector to flog 'em to. Know anyone?

I HAVE over a hundred vinyl LPs and a couple of dozen 45s in a couple of plastic crates here...

JUST waiting for the day that I get around to buying a decent turntable..

Smooth Izal toilet paper.

Scrumping

Black and white telly, no coloured ones in those days. Going to the corner shop for sweets etc, when it was owned by a local man. The local baker coming round every evening with his van selling bread etc.

Dad telling us to be quiet when the news was on the radio. Clipped ear if noisy.

Stormee wrote:Do you remember Frankie Vaughan.

I saw him in 42nd street. Brilliant

Farmers leaving produce by the side of the road, you picked what you wanted and put the money in the jam jar provided.

Saturday nights; sitting quietly while dad checked the Football results.

Miffs2 wrote:Farmers leaving produce by the side of the road, you picked what you wanted and put the money in the jam jar provided.

YOU can still find stalls like that on some rural backroads down here -- once you get far enough out of town...

Pumpkins and marrows, watermelons, potatoes, sweet corn, apples, citrus fruits, bananas, mangoes, avocadoes, as well as bagged up chook, horse and cow manure, maybe some honey..

EXCEPT these days the money is often deposited into a slot in a locked box, with a small amount of change left in the jar.