for Dinoaurs - a wander down memory lane

no my favrate was dandillion and burdock  from shipstons brewery with a metal top that had to be flipped of , i dont remember the other things .

aztec bars , 10 no 6  i'd fetch for my gran and dad.

popets in a much bigger box than now,and nicer, cadburys bar six ,

cadburys jamican rum and raison bar,  the bar with a differant flavour in each square . cat remember what it was called i think it was cadburys.

nestles choclate bar from vending machine and beech nut chewing gum

i grew up in leicester but now live in yorkshire 

I take Dandelion and Burdock, but it's Burdock tincture and Dandelions from my garden in salads. Does that count? I don't think I ever tried the drink, but it was probably full of sugar anyway and not healthy, or was it?

I'm going to find out if it's sold today anywhere; someone else mentioned it too.

I loved pear drops, my teeth just shuddered at the thought of all the sugar!

I just Googled D&B and found that Fentimans make it.  I know I have had their Ginger Beer at a National Trust place near here.

Google them, they make all sorts of old fashioned drinks.

Wow I wonder if it's made healthily. I shall look it up, thanks! 

I find it strange Georgia, that you haven't seen Dandelion and Burdock around for so long.

Everytime we want Fish & Chips, the old-fashioned way in newspaper we go to a chippy about 7 miles from us, but their fish and chips have always been so nice, we can still buy Dandelion and Burdock in cans and 2 ltr bottles, but it is expensive from the chippy.

Another thing we buy from the chip shop and probably people will think we are mad is Chip Shop Vinegar - you just can't beat it! It's about 85p a bottle, but when we have chips or Pukka pies and put this vinegar on them, it reminds you of the chip shop!

I'm on a really healthy diet but my friend comes over on his motorbike several times per year and we go out and have fish n chips or pizza or something and it's such a treat! Yum More so because I hardly ever allow myself to eat that kind of foods.

Hi Les and Georgia, fish and chips from the chippy, although for me it was a 'fish supper' - haddock and chips for I am a Scot brought up in Scotland. The English prefer cod. It makes no difference to my point. Neither I nor my wife during our childhoods some 500 miles apart and wholy unknown to each other we were permitted fish suppers but rarely. During impecunious student days a fish supper was a rare treat. To this day some five decades later a fish supper is a treat of treats. I do not know why, but the chippy's fish supper cannot be imitated at home. There is that 'something' that makes the chippy's fish and chips special, with or without the chippy's vinegar.It is timeless all down memory lane.

i did think it may have been 1/3 of a pint i thought that would have been to little , i knew it wasnt a half pint .poor little kids would have burst.

ours was warm in summer and freezing in winter .

i remember when we only had two channels  , big thing when we got bbc 2 . i loved my radio ,it was clear in those days , and at night radio caroline under my pillow.because radio one went into i think radio 2 mayhave been 4 .

our tv stood on 4 black legs god knows how it stood up we had to tune it in as well .  yes i remember the gollys on marmalade  not in cearels .in boxes .knee highs were called pop socks, you brought toothpaste and toiletries from a chemist . 

 

Oh crikey, I am so old!!

The radio was The Home Service [Radio 4 now]  the Light Programme [roughly equivelant to Radio 1]  and the Third Programme [Radio 3]

I remember the Pirate Stations, maybe that was why the BBC started Radio 1.  Then there was Radio Luxembourg too.

 

The milk we had at school was revolting, it was warm but very close to being off I should think.

I remember Radio Caroline and Radio Luxemburg! At night, and like you I had a little Transistor radio under my blankets with my head under it, come to think of it now, I used to get bloody hot under the blanket, could of sufficated, but you didn't of things like back then.

It's like you say Tis, things have changed so much over the years! Do you remember Hedgehog Crisps getting banned? lol They used to taste nice, but people kicked up a stink because of the flavour! As if anyone would make crisps from Hedgehogs!!!

I used to Sherbert Pips used to buy them from the Sweet Shop, in a paper bag with 4 ounces of them. Back then it was only Fish & Chip shops, and you had to queue for ages, on paydays!

And those loverly, "Dripping Cakes" - I used to buy them direct from the bakery before they opened, so they were hot and sticky, I used to eat them all before starting work @ 16 hour shifts a day! It paid well back then, so doing dual shifts used to make me a lot of money.

Join the club - old, I mean!  

My parents loved the Home Service, and I loved the  Light programme.  Still listen to radio 4 (when I can get it over here!)

i think we had the light service in 64/65 when i was 4/5yrs old it was a big old wooden radio that used to take time towarm up .with a lovely warm yellow light .with lived in london then. with it being my grans radio i doubt it was any pop station

sounds great , no i dont remember hedge hog crisps  but i do shert pips and sherbert dabs and fountains .we used to go to the sweet shop on the corner of our primary school and get 2oz of cola drops , rhubarb and custards or pinapple chunks bloody hell my poor teeth  no wonder i have fillings 

do you remember blue bird toffees  oh i loved them .and what ever happened to beef and onion crisps i am talking 1968/9 when a quater of sweets were about 6d 

no are's wasnt i loved it .looked forward to it each morning at break 

 

thats right yes that would be right ,i was only little  when it was the home service  but yes i remember documentries about radio and that was mentioned how th ehome service became radio 4. 

i still like radio 4 on the net comedy gems .  caroline was my favarte as a teenager   but luxemburg  was ok . were not old we are antique teenagers still cool 

Yes we drank it with a straw at break times. The first thing I remembered when I read your first sentence was the warmth! Yeuch. I don't drink milk now.

Lol on the violins, how about Showaddywaddy and the Bay City Rollers. Lol

I used to listen to John Peel at midnight under the bedcovers!

They were old valve radios.  Transistor radios came out in about the 60s I think.

 

yes i know i had brought one about 15 yrs ago because i love the sound and the warmth it gave out .but you just couldnt get it to work

maybe someone could if they knew about radios but i couldnt .

yes i had a tranny as they were nicked named in 71 for christmas about the size of a large box of matches  with a risk strap and 2 dials and a chunky battery cant remember the size but they were in a cardboard case not a metal case like now and you used to put near heat to try and get more life out of them .

me to hun 

i dont every remember our milk warm. but do you remember that the straws were paper and used to soggy .

showaddywaddy were my home band all leicester boys . the lead singer dave has just retired but the rest of the band still gigging. 

hey rock and roll, under the moon of love, happy clappy times the music was all such fun and mostly cheerful

I had the album and a crush on Les. Shhhhhhh!!!!!! 

I mean Dave

les was les gray from mud lead singer his now dead 

Yes I sort of knew where I got Les from but couldn't quite remember. I used to like Susie Quatro! 

the two suzi Q records i mentioned are on you tube , i love stumbling in its a duet like i said with one of the guys from the band smokie , 

its so catchy and they have such fun with it , 

find it if you have moment on youtube bet your go ahhhhhhhh and start singing it for days .

Bought my first transister radio in 1958.  Thought it was wonderful.  

Yes, those little milk bottles, seldom warm in Scotland and impossible when full of little icebergs in Winter.

That orange, not the thin stuff, but the thick stuff that should be diluted. I tried to get some neat. Really, really yummy. Nothing like it in the shops today, more's the pity. Gosh weren't some of the things in those 'hard times of shortages' really yummy.

Oooooooo and Radio Malt, sometimes Virol. A large spoonful wound round and round until it came free of the jar. Then I'd open my mouth and my mum would place it in my mouth. Off I would go and suck this sticky delight until the spoon had not a trace left and hen some. Mmmmm

Oh! tut tut not politically correct to mention those G*llyw*gs. We did not know it then but life was good without political correctness. Good to remember life when our minds were free to think, and roam and be imaginative and to express ourselvess just as we thought because we knew how to be polite,

And being allowed to lick the bowl after mum made a cake or something, because mum's baked back then!

Just remembered mum's home made Cornish pasties that she learnt how to make when we lived in Cornwall. They were big and we'd have one each. I've never tasted a pastie that good ever!

i love a good cornish pastie yum yum 

I still bake, as do my daughter and daughter in law.  The ingredients might be slightly different but basically the same.  And I've always made my own bread, though I confess to buying a bread machine a couple of years ago!

My mother used to make her own jam with fruit from the garden.

I gave up jam making because no one really eats it much these days

 

Gawd Tis, in my younger days I used to fix radios, TV's, video recorders, the old boom boxes (you carried on your shoulder!), etc.

"Tranny" lol... a different meaning these days! Tis...lol  So many sayings, that we grew up with these days are just classed as racsist, or not politically correct. Some things have really gone over the top like Baa, Baa, Sheep they changed to Baa, Baa, Rainbow sheep - who the hell has seen a rainbow sheep!

Recently, they are trying to say that calling "a spade a spade" is rascist, it just goes to show that innocent words are being classed as rascist in our society that is so sensitive these days it goes beyond anything ever known.

Back in our times a Golliwog was on Jam jars, yet these days it had to be removed.

I have friends that are black, they do not take offense to these stupid changes. And even they say society has changed and not for the better either.

Well, thats me again changing the subject, back to topic now....lol

Whatever happend to BrookBond PG Tips with the cards in, I collected them?

If you look back on your past, I do this quite often - what will it be really like in the future? I think of my children and dread to think what they will see in their lives!

Yes Les, that point has come up several times since I have been on the forum, and off it too. Grandparents looking with dismay at the changes since their own childhood and worry about how their grandchildren will manage.

Smome the things we did:-

Wandering with friends in local woods

Cooking dampers and bangersd on a camp fire

Off on a cycle ride for the day

Playing football in the street

 

O yes home baked bread and marmalade. Oaten bread and chunky marmalade made using my Gran's receipt. You cannot buy anything like it and few and fewer seem to make it. The bitter oranges are only in the shops very briefly.

An aunt gave me her recipé booklet from the Flour Advisory Bureau that she had during the war.  Amazingly, the Flour Advisory Bureau is still going!

The bitter oranges, Seville oranges, are only available in about February.

I remember going for bike rides for the day too!  No mobile phones.

Of course, there were still evil people around but because we didn't have 24/7 media coverage, we might not hear about things anything like as quickly, if at all.

 

and more importantly you did what your parents told you .i.e not talk to stranges .thats what kept you safe,

and as a kid i had all the tv safty ads to warn me of dangers .

only people on really heavy medication should see rainbow sheep .

no wonder kids are daft these days rainbow sheep .my god .aughhhhhhhhhhhhhhmakes me so blasted angry . the other saying that has no oringal conection to colour , PLAY THE WHITE MAN  when it was used in corantion street last year as a racist remark it had me spitting feathers and steam coming out of my nose .

well you know what i mean  . play the white man has to do with the black and white film industrey . goddddddddddddddddddddd

That's one thing we basically "drummed" into our children from a young age. Our daughter is very safety concious because she was followed by a guy in a pickup a few days in a row, that was when she was only 12 years old. My wife showed her moves on how to break free from anyone grabbing her, she used to get bullied at school as well. Now, she is 14 years old and 15 soon, and she used to be very depressed by it all, which was natural. She schools these days say if anyone hits you, don't hit back. Which is a stupid law, my wife said to one of the teachers you seen our daughters legs from bullying would you let someone come along and hit you and not defend yourself? She said no, my wife said well don't expect Jess from now on to not defend herself. The following day 3 girls picked on her at the same time, she took all 3 of them down. And of course we were called in to the school, but the school didn't know that our daughter got her friends to video who started it, and what was said. Course the school, apologised to our daughter and the other 3 girls were placed in isolation for 3 weeks!! Ever since that day, no one has touched her, and I doubt they ever will because she even sticks up for her friends, even boys that used to get picked on - not anymore after she deals with them. lol

She's been taught many defense techniques, mostly in kickboxing, etc. Now, she goes out on her own - even though we always say be careful to her, she says I'm going that far, and if anyone tries anything, they will come out worse off. lol And at 14 years old, she takes about 2 hours to get ready before even going out... makeup, hair extensions, washes and conditions her hair. The amount of boys that ask her out on dates is unreal, but shes only ever lasted 2 weeks with one boy - come home and said "That's it! All boys want me for one thing, they are not getting that, and I'm too young!", I thought fair enough, and said her career comes first, boys maybe when I'm a lot older. On the internet she is sensible and doesn't go on many social websites, shes usually doing her homework, and wanting to get in to design media.

She is very pretty, so she attracts all the boys.... even though she turns them all down! lol

That's the good guy in the white hat, the one we cheered at Saturday mantinees, wasn't it? It had nothing to do with ethnic origens. We live in an era of monumental miseducation. What did I ask Georgia earlier today? Or was it you Tiswas? We need to be saved from our polititians.

'Look left, look right, look left again!'

the words of a proud father and so you should be and 10 out of 10 for your wife teaching her to defend her self .

your daughter sounds a very bright and clever girl and is putting fellas on hold to acheive her dreams which she will do then she will find mr right have a wonderful wedding and a content life .life has an order to it if its followed then it normaly a good one. 

Good for you; I was exaggerating, I know some people still bake. I used to bake my own soda or unleavened bread and must get back into it.

the grim reaper one used to scare me  

sensiable children ,il be back back back .

then tufty , charlie says , petunia  and joe, reginald mole husband,

clunk click , think once think twice think bike 

to right hun

My daughter wants to  get in to media or interior design work in University, her best friend want to become a movie director in the USA. They both have high expectations, and I hope they follow them through.

My son's both attended College, eldest is a fully qualified Bricklayer, but because of the economy at the time, the market slumped - so he went in to retail and is now an Assistant Manager.

My middle son is a fully qualified in Plastering, again because of the economy, he changed courses and completed college courses to become a Vehicle Specialist - getting in a job like that is impossible  aound here. So, he went in to retail, now a Duty Manager. So, both are managers, but neither of them are happy because they hate the retail trade. LOL

i dont blame them shop work is the pits .no disrecpt to your boys but it almost seems you can become a manger straight from school these days dosent seem to have the same standing as it used to

.the thing with trades there wanted all over the world now you can really travel and have a good life if they had compleated there courses.

still theres still time . and at least there in work thats a blessing.

my brother started work as car cleaner on saturdays stayed on there full time after school, then moved on to courts furniture store ,they closed down then he went to jjb sports

, then he got on a training course with bt. 

then from there, he made the leap into flying ,his now an airline captin 

unfortuntly the air line made him redundant , so he took a job flying for arabs in dubi for 3 yrs living the life of riley . who knows where are roads will lead us . who know whats on the next page .

Oh my gawd, Georgia,

Our mum allowed us to do the same thing, after making a sponge cake, the cake mixture was the best part, she used to let us get spoons out of a draw which was built-in to the kitchen table.

Strange, how things have changed so much over the years... I even remember, we had a fireplace in the kitchen and the lounge, it sounds like I lived in the stone-age lol

I still collect town postcards, its fascinating to see how shops and places have changed in over a century. Not all postcards were card board either, I have some silk ones of King Edward VII, even memorabilia from the Titanic being built, launched and even the last telegram recieved before it sank, and even a newspaper covering the news the day after. I don't look at it for its money value, I find such areas in history are amazing. I even have some from Queen Victorias Jubilee, postcards, and even special envelopes that were released to the public. I have one that is even date stamped in South Kensington, London which I know is worth more in a used state than a mint version.

Getting back to the Titanic, I even got the menu of when it sank, the names of all the people on board at the time. Hopefully, all the memorabilia that I collected will stay together, some of it is original photographs taken by people that watched it being built at the time in Ireland.

I maybe in my fifties now, but the times before I was born has always interested me. Many people have even said to me that I have strange hobbies, dating back to Queen Victoria yet I am still in front in many ways with the future. One person said to me along time ago now "Meeting you is like stepping in to the past, yet you know so much about the future!" - I guess in many ways, I can re-call so many era's that I have not lived in, but read about in history. History, even at school interested me, when others thought it was boing and what was the point of learning about it. There is jobs out there that require you to know history, but not any job I ever found in my time, probably never will now, its not like I can do much these days.

Did anyone see the news a few nights ago about the "Sinclair C5" when they were released back in January 1985. I used to see this guy go past me everyday on the way to work, it was a vehicle launched "ahead of it's time" - it was a bit pricey even for me at £399 back then. You only needed to be 14 to ride one on public roads, it required no tax or insurance, and electric. If I remember correctly the company went bust before even finishing making their first batch. We still see the odd one here and there, and even they are collectors items now, 30 years later!

I remember my first LED (Light-Emitting Diode) watch, it was brown plastic and a black fascia, you pressed a button and the time showed up in Red LED's - a few problems with these was battery consumption was heavy and in sunlight you could not see the time! That's when the LCD (Liquid Crystal Display) watches appeared, these used less battery needed no buttons to display the time and could be read in the sunlight, night-time they had a backlight. These were all classed as digital watches, and eventually came out by numerous companies. I am not sure how many of you are in to watches or being able to read binary or HEX code, but these days you can pick up Binary watches, and Hexidecimal - unless you can actually calculate time in Binary or HEX, I would not bother, they look nice and very futuristic but a bit pointless if you don't understand Binary or HEX code. I expect most of you would expect me to have a digital watch, well I have but don't wear it. After my dad passed away the woman he made friends with sent him a gold Sekonda watch, I phoned her and asked what she would like to do with it.... she was in her 80's but said "My son, you have it to remind you of your dad and me on holiday on the beach!" - I have worn it ever since, it is digital but with an analogue face. These days most children don't want watches, its all on their mobile phones.

Yes, another long story, but covers many parts I have never mentioned on these forums before, and besides that I like reading peoples replies, I know I replied to Georgia, but many like reading about my life.

Even though I am physically disabled, and suffer short-term memory loss which is annoying, I am able to recall many things from years ago.

This is embarressing and I remember it well even now - My mother left me outside a co-op shop in town, my a pram and I spotted an half-eaten donut on the path, I remember climbing down picking it up and eating it! lol I got back in the pram before my mother returned. Lucky, I didn't get caught....lol  I know it's disgusting looking back on it now, but I was very young at the time.

Regards,

Les.

Not as disgusting as when a neighbour saw my little sister putting snails in her mouth! 

Wonerful memories Les. Was the baking bowl large, white inside and a pale yellowish outside? Mm scraping the bowl to eat the raw mix mmmm. 

I had a digital watch ith an analogue face. lines radiating out from the centre went dark to simulate the position of a watch's hands. And the first reddy-brown numbers on my early digital watch. I had a portable computer at work. It had that reddy-brown screen. It was heavy and about the size of a small suitcase. That sort of portable computer was called a 'luggable'. It was a bit larger than a comptometer. These were heavy calculating machines which the young ladies, comptometer operators, could just carry as they went from place to place in the course of their work. Young chaps like me would carry the machines for them to earn their smiles. Well . . . I was young then! Ooo that must fave been over 50 years ago. No electronics. Those machines were not even electrical. They were driiven by the strong fingers and arms of those girls.

And binary and HEX. long ago I had been a programmer. a Feranti something or other computer. It resided in a large air conditioned room. It was as powerful as the first BBC personal computer. I used the Plan programming language - only one step away from machine code. How things have changed. I never dreamed I would one day be lying in bed tapping out my memory of it on my iPad.

Strangely little children seem to know (but not always) what supplies some lack in their diet. Eating little bits of coal was not uncommon when coal was in common use. We have to learn what is acceptable food in our culture.

Oh yes, coal tar soap and bakalite. A hard molded pre-plastic made from coal tar. Wireless (radio) casings and such things were made of that. Brttle and unmeandable. Electrical cables were sheaved in rubber with cloth covering. The positive and negative cables were twisted together in a helix. Round pin plugs in those days. small 5 amp plugs and larger 15 amp plugs. No local fuses. 

I must have come out of the Ark! How one memory triggers another.

Yes, we felt quite safe. Of course all adults to an interest in what children were up to. Any adult would intervene if there was trouble, danger or misbehaviour. 

O yes Tiswas, a Cornish Pastie is food. Now whereever made, every ingredient must be grown in Cornwall. The earliest extant receipe comes from Devon. Like fish and chips a Cornish pastie and not just a pastie shaped like one is timeless food that follows us down memory lane.

Not so the ill fated mtton pie. What a gloriously rich tasting, peppery pie it was. Hounded to death by regulations.

The Arbroath smokie, a prince among gastronomic treats. What a magnificent way with a haddock. For many years its adherants mourned its passing for it was outlawed. What ignorance in some burocratic lair. At last the ban was lifted and what had been but a memory was once again restored to our tables. 

O yes, Katlin. What a difference from the earlier portable radio/wireless. A clumpy heavy thing with its large low tension battery and small high tension battery. They were dinosaurs with the arrival of the transistor radio.

I loved Dick Barton, Special Agent. How could they drop it and put the Archers in its place? Now we will never know what happened to Snowy. He always had to be rescued at the start of the next episode.

But Mrsmop, do you remember the clean uncooked flavour of fresh milk before pasturisation came in. It was labeled TT - Tuberculine Tested? It was lovely.

So my little sister had snail slime lacking in her diet? 

I've never heard that one! Creepy

you cant beat good fish and chips ,

and mutton cooked well 100% taste and filled you up so you dont go looking for stuff inbetween

i remember my nan pluging in her iron to the light baulb socket 

removing the bulb first .of course to do stacks of ironing.on the kitchen table 

god how dangerous was that .

Wow scary, and they must have had funny plugs back then, Oh do you mean she stuck the bare wires in the bulb socket? 

I didn't remember your collection until Clunk Click to get us using our car seat belts. Just second nature now. And the bike too. The biker needs to think idiot with four wheels  . Perhaps they do. 

oddly enough, Les, now a days people pay big bucks to have a fireplace in the kitchen and one in the lounge.  Something was done right back then!

My brother used to eat dirt when he was young and mom found out he was low in iron.  He had to drink iron out of those little guys with a helmet on...they were actually toys afterwards.  Anyone familiar with those?

not here in the uk but a good idea

 you took the baulb out and and pushed  in the iron it was a barnet fitting  sometimes on the light fitting you had the ligth baulb in and another socket to the side which you pushed the iron plug in.

they were both round the plug on the iron wasnt a plug like your thinking it was round and it was mad of an early plastic called bakalite .as was the light fitting,and i do believe neither were earthed. 

I have been regretting the loss of mutton from shops for decades. Such a robust sweet taste. One person told me recently it was back in some butchers. I have not yet seen it let alone tasted it. Well I am happy with my pulses. Still mutton from the hill as against lowland concentrates fed sheep is an atractive item for the menu.

That was very well behaved. We had multiple adaptors with light bulb iron toaster etc. when the fuse melted we would turn to multiple adaptors in the power socket. Things have improved in this area with ring circuits and pleanty of sockets in a system design to be safe. Still, I like the continental system neat and flexible and simple. I am no expert so I do not know if it is as safe.

The iron in the light fitting saga.

Too true Tiswas. The lightiing circuit was not earthed. It had fuse box with a melt fuse which should have been 2 amp rating but 5am 15amp and even a nail were used. It drove the firemen mad when they analised the cause of house fires. Still it was common practice in days of yor when we were young.  ( I don't think the young really believe we were ever young. Did we believe our parents and grandparents were ever young?)

i am surprized that so many people dont remember the irons that plugged in the light socket i am talking 1970s my nans house still had old wiring .

 no skirting sockets the young would be stuffed to day no where to plug in all there cadgets  thats why my grans tv was wired in to a box on the wall with a dial on from radio rentals .no sockets .[ the penny finaly dropped]

yes i did  believe what my gransparents told me i may have not have understood everything and why. that came later with my love of social history  rooted by my grandaparents stories , i knew all about turning collars and cuffs about turning sheets when they wore out inthe middle 

i knew about the work house, about early death. my grandad lost his mum when he was only 8/9 i learnt about girls being allowed of school for wash days mondays buying a pennys worth of jam. or butter from a slab and so much more from them .

,thats because i was interested so interersted i wanted to know all sorts about there lives i can remember being about 5 pestering my nan to tell me stuff about when she was young, drove her mad .

kids today just not interested . i was not as interested in my parents history that came later , the 40s 50s , i am so surprized at the lack of basic knowledge about these decades

, so many people dont no stuff like you couldnt get married until you were 21 unless you had parents permission. dance halls were not  liscened, legal drinking age and voting age was also 21  i think iam right with the drinking age .

i dont think you were considered an adult till you were 21 its a pity that law changed .your not grown up at 18 . i know i wasnt , yes i was mature in some one ways ,i had an old head on young shoulders , but i still dont think i knew enough about the world or life to be considered an adult . 

i was watching a quiz last yr before we got rid of live tv . the question was what were the dates of the second world war the guy was about 30 , there was even a choice of 3 and still he didnt no. god help us they are our future .    had such joy this morning saw a little blue tit on one of my bird feeders ,so tiny .  usely just get crows,and sterlings ,doves.and pidgeons .

Gawd, even I remember them - My mothers mum, used to have all the old wiring and plugged her iron into the light fitting, and ironed clothes on the kitchen table.

She never had a TV, and lived with her brother - she lost her husband in WWII. If we ever went around there we normally played darts or cards, either normal playing snap, pairs, 21's, etc or she would get the WHOT cards out, I remember playing it - but don't remember the rules, apart from shapes on cards - perhaps someone else knows what I am referring to on here?

She was born in 1903, her brother was slightly younger born in 1908. Even though she lived in a flat, what was inside made you think you had gone back in time. Everything they had was old, she had 3 clothes irons, not electric these were black iron and heavy, one she used as a door stop.

It was like an Alladins Cave, you should seen the place - she even had a Bible from the 1800's, this was no normal bible that I have ever seen in my life, it was written in ink using calligraphy, and even illustrated in colour drawings at certain events within the bible. It was large probabaly around 5 inches thick, 1.5' x 2' and very heavy and has a pure leather cover. My dad lost it, because he sent in a household collection company after he thought he had everything - it wasn't until about 2 months had past that he realized he had let it go. It was always kept under her bed.

someone who remembers irons being plugged into the light .

i love it when old shops have been found just bored up and forgotten about the person retires and lives on in the living quaters then they pass on and they find alladins cave of things from the past .

there was a whole victorian arcarde found by workman in yorkshire in 2o12 it was just how it was when it was all closed up , amazing

i hope they will open it as a musem . some of the things in your nans house would sell for a fortune now on ebay, and lived on in someones else home . who knows what wonders we throw away when we throw away our past . 

 

As a biker I'll say true, we do have to think for all the other road users.

Once I was riding on a duel carriageway in Birkenhead, doing about 70 and a lorry pulled out on me on a roundabout. The thing that saved me is that instead of an emergency stop, in which I would have gone under the lorry's wheels, I accelarated around the front of it.

I remember a lot of the items in our house moved over the years from both of my nans places to ours. We even had the old boiler which our mum used to wash her whites in, and the Terry Towelling Baby Nappies that made us look like mini "budas" - have a picture of me somewhere sitting in a baby bath! No, I'm not going to shock anyone by putting that up! lol She also had the old Washing Tongs made from wood.

Our mum even used the old Airer for clothes, a huge white metal box with wooden structs, which plugged in the mains. That thing used to burn the electric, yet she wouldn't have it - still used it until she passed away.

I know I used to play my mum up, bless her, I even locked her in the kitchen and played out in the back garden! LOL I only unlocked the backdoor after swallowing a car tyre (a toy one) not a real one! It got lodged in my throat and I was chocking on it... in the end, it came out the other end!!LOL 

There's one game we used to play, and probably worth a bomb these days, it was called "Rich Uncle" - if I remember it was bought in the 1940's. We used to play it before the pre-decimal came out. Sixpence pieces, half pennies, farthings, etc. That's when our pennies were bigger than our current 50p's lol 1/2 pence pieces didn't last long in the UK. I even got some Victorian pennies, gawd knows if they are worth anything.

I remember the old 'Roberts' Radios... mostly sold in black or red cases made of wood, and used PP6 or PP9 batteries, with Gold guilting around the edges.

I always remember the german company Bang & Olufsen opening their shop in our town, their equipment was what you would class as "high-end" and futuristic! Prices were well out of most peoples range, unless you took finance out.

The things we had back then don't even exist these days. I remember my uncle used to sell a certain newspaper outside the actual papers offices, when he eventually retired he was presented with a gold statue of himself with the bag and a newspaper - I never knew what happened to it, after he passed away it was passed on to his sister, who was my dads mum.

what an amasing memories i had a friend in the 80s that still had one of those dryers and it was still working and in use warmed the kitchen as well .

made to last was defo the buzz word when that stuff was made

sensiable confident rider hun thats what saved you .thank god .

Yes, like tiptoeing iinto other lives of long ago. 

My mum inherited her father's house. At the top of the stairs was a shallow built in cupboard, a press they call it in Scotland. It was full. What was interesting was an array of hearing trumpets. They ranged in size from small, little bigger than a teacup to enormous, The wide end had a diameter of a foot or so.

They were beautifully made. The ear pieces were like flowerbuds pierced through. The sound was augmented but very tinny. It is hard to think that they can have been of much help.

So there the shaddowy figure of some deaf forebear. My grandfather and my mother were not deaf. Then me. Why me? Silly question for there is no answer. It is me that echos that shaddowy forebear in deafness. That is how it is. That is one of the attributes that makes me me. 

 

I am glad you kept your nerve Georgia. When I was 19 or so I had started to pull out turning left when a biker appeared from behind a lorry. I slapped into reverse and the biker passed safely. A lorry is not quite as nippy as a small car.

It happened so suddenly and I think my brain stopped working for a few seconds so that my instincts could kick in!?

A lot of lorry drivers are so tired because they have driven all night, sleeping in the lorry, and they're high up and bikers are low down and hard to see. One of my best friends built a trike and got killed by a lorry.

I wish everyone was like you George, mindfull of bikers, pedestrians and cyclists! 

Being deaf do you hear more?

I'm pretty pleased that I saved myself with my bike riding skills! Lmao 

yes you hav'nt time for logic in that kind of situation you need your instinct to take over. it was not your time hun. 

like me your here to do something . 

by the way hun a see a new man 

in your life ,but his  being shown in the distant so a few years away ,id say about 5 .

his knew to you grounded loyal and will be agreat support and your best friend , plus  i feel you will be very much improved by then and when you have bad days he will be there for you .

and you will be known where you live as the lady with the whippet. i name i get for her is cherub .

 

(your note to Tiswas.)

my interpretation is rather different. Your conscious logical brain cut out leaving the unconcious part of your brain to process the conplexities of distance and relative speeds and to execute the solution. It was life savingly fast, accurate and correct. Thought was allowed later.

Have you noticed how fast the brain is at computing on a variety of analogue scales, i.e. when catching a ball.. Meaurements are on numerical scales and the conscious brain handles those, usually at a much much slower pace. Think of the complexities of singing. There would be no song if each note was found by trial and error. Again, speed accuracy and an analogue scale. Very few people can be told sign nnn hertz and then produce from their voice the note at nnn hertz. It is common for people to sing notes in sequence to produce a tune from their voice, All very very wonderful.

have to agree to disagree 

Dear Georgia, that is a bold but perceptive question to a deaf person. I perceive differently. i use my eyes at lot more than others. I see when people are lying. I see if someone is talking about me. And other such things. Of course all of us see and respond to body language. It is more developed in me because of my deafness.

Dear Gorgia,

If I had my way all drivers would be obliged to ride a cycle in all conditions and at al times of day. Fail to do so each year and their driving licence would be suspended. I believe that would greatly increase the quality of driving and reduce accidents and fatalities.

(I used to be a cyclist - I am still a driver)

George

i used to say that  ,but then some one said why not you . made me think .

yes why not me.

at the moment my ears are good so our all my brothers so lets hope we all take after my granddads side of the family and continue to do so even just before he died in his 80s you could still hold a conversation with him not so my poor nan .

And it's every day I hear you cry, and it's everything I can do, and it's nothing, be it nothing so it's everything to you and me.

Hi Tiswas. I have worked back through that thread. I' mstuck. What are we amicably disagreed about?

That is a haunting, atmospheric poem, Georgia. Another of yours? Are you going to collect them and publish them?

the post with a note to tiswas

Thank you Tiswas. That is just the way I look at things and find wonder and amazement. There is no reason in the world why others should see it that way. It is wonderful how many different facets people see. If we added tham all together we might have a small beginning in observing what a wonder this univese which we inhabit is.

(another observation that might be disagreed with without any harm.)

Bless you Tiswas, xxxxx George

Just a bit of nonsense! I've had three poems published in Anthologies, but I don't think I'll put my other poems in a book, poetry doesn't sell too well and I have them published in Allpoetry. I want to write a book though.

That is great Georgia. I don't think poetry has ever sold well. Shakespeare put on plays and acted to make a living. Still, you have a lovely touch. I wish you well with your writing - a novel.

I have a young teen granddaught who has the urge to write. She gave us a copy of her first effort. Interesting and enigmatic, but I did not understand it quite correctly so she had to explain.

All the best with your book Georgia.

i had 3 poems published georgia as well in books to be used in schools and colleges , nothing special . i did have a copy of the book but i decided it was of know interest so i dumped the book but at least i know i did it about the late 80s i think i did it,

i would like to write a book to but i cant stay focused and they say write what you know ,its all been done , and i dont do fantasy or sci fi so stumped really 

I don't think you would be stumped on the subject of social history. You are a mine of knowledge on that.

Perhaps she'd like to join Allpoetry? We have youngsters in there; we're protective of them so they're in a safe enviroment and she'll learn and be encouraged. 

You dumped the books you lunatic!!! How could you dump the books? Tsk tsk. We need to sometimes focus on things we've done that we're proud of, especially when we're criticising ourselves and feeling inadequate because we're ill and can't do what we used to do, so there you've been told off! Winks.

Thank you Georgia. That is most thoughtful and kind. I will Google that.

My! it is years and years since I read  Tsk tsk.  That takes me down memory lane, way away down memory lane where I can't quite grasp it. But there at a side close to it is a Tut! I remeber that so clearly. I think it was one of my pleasantries, what my father called penny jokes, that was the cause. This late teen girl, Clicked her tongue once "Tut!" and gave a little, a minute toss of her head. I shrank instantly to the size of a new born earth worm. She saw what she had done and was sorry for it. I could see that. But  Tut cannot be recalled any more than a word. For unlike a word a tut is part of body language. It works at the primeval part of us, where all those controls work underneath our concious minds. It is uttered under our control, but only just, but the response is wholly automatic. Some  become hardened others remain tender. Young men are with few exceptions very tender and the memory is etched deep and clear and permanently near the surface.

How is it with ladies? I suspect they are more rebust age for age?

I know, I can't remember the last time I said Tsk tsk; I suppose that Tiswas really deserved it for throwing away books that she was in! Unthinkable to me.

My grandma instilled the fear of God in me because she was never angry with me, but if I ever over stepped the mark all she had to do was a very quiet little tut with 'that' expression on her face and I knew!  She never smacked me, never had to.

i am the sort that cuts my nose of to spite my face 

know one was interested my mum , and i just thought why bother and threw it  the bin it hurt but i could cry over that but couldnt cry over the fact that my mum once again showed no interest . been differant if it had been my youngest brother thou

"she never smacked me" mmm that wise grandmother of yours. I was seldom smacked and never marked by it. What really hurt was to be chided. That really made me so miserable. I would try to do right to avoid a scold.  Strangely as I grew older from about ten I was mocked for doing right and for success at school work and sports. It did not hurt exactly, it made me feel alone, different almost a changling, as if I did not quite belong in the family.