How about for starters (these are just a few that spring to mind
immediately)
Jayne
Spangles
Dr Who on a Saturday evening
Going to the seaside and playing in vest and pants
Girls tucking their skirt in their knickers when doing handstands
Victory V lozenges on a cold morning
Your mum rubbing you head to toe in Vick when you had a cold
When a penny bought you a handful of blackjacks and fruit salads
Sitting on the step with a stick of rhubarb and a twist of paper with sugar
in it to dip in
Fizzy drinks being a very rare treat
Coming in for bedtime after being out playing all day - a bit pink from the
sun and utterly exhausted.
Jayne
Jayne
I remember those Jayne, could never get them to work though, and had the
bruises to prove it.
And what about Hula hoops?
Parma violet sweets?
Roller skates that clamped on to your shoes?
Reciting the times tables?
Wirelesses powered by accumulators?
Sing songs round the piano on Sunday after church?
--
Barb
Smile at people and you get friends
Frown at people and you get wrinkles
Blooming awful things - my mum banned mine in the end.
> And what about Hula hoops?
I thought they were more recent, but I remember the original crisps with the
bag of salt.
> Parma violet sweets?
Tasted like perfume!
> Roller skates that clamped on to your shoes?
Thats right - adjustable. We only had one pair, so my sister and I got one
each and had to scoot everywhere.
> Reciting the times tables?
Didn't do me a lot of good I'm afraid, as I still have to struggle with the
8's and the 9's!
Jayne
Janet
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Oh I remember the first bra too! It was a Triumph something or other, and
it was a 29AA!!! I was so proud I couldn't wait for PE at school to show
it off! Oh, and those awful domestic science lessons, then like you say,
carrying home the burnt offerings and trying to stop the boys throwing it
around the bus on the way home.
Jayne
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Joan
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Hee hee, wrong sort of hula hoops Jayne. These were hoops that you put
round your middle did a sort of shimmy (hula) and tried to keep the hoop
spinning around your middle for as long as possible
I had one of those too, great fun. You know they manufacture them now with
a brightly coloured ball attached by a plasticised rope to a plastic hoop
which fits around the ankle!!
The children in our after school club were quite surprised to find I could
actually get the thing moving and jump over it several times - well after
all I must seem quite ancient to them, some of their mothers are younger
than my oldest daughter
I got my bus and ferry pass this week - it's quite worrying that I can now
travel free.
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A T (Sandy) Morton
on the Bicycle Island
In the Global Village
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My top workshop had a generator for charging the accumulators - mains
electricity only arrive on the island in 1947.
> Didn't do me a lot of good I'm afraid, as I still have to struggle with the
> 8's and the 9's!
Getting seriously into the nostalgia now.
In 1954 I could do up to the 24 times table, I could do maths and science
to higher level but I couldn't sit the exams at our local JS school.
Why? I was the only pupil in the third year and many thanks to Barbara
Kerr (deceased) for making school ineteresting, enjoyable and a challenge.
I was 14 and it was a local authority school.
As an after school message boy I got paid 10/6 a week to deliver orders
after school - fifty two and a half pence in modern money.
My first bike cost £10-0-00
And every boy on the island had an airgun and we shot rabbits at the
weekend which we sold to the local butcher for 6d each - paid for the
airgun pellets and the weekly sweets.
I will now hibernate for another 50 years:-)
Oh duh!!! Now how could I forget those?
Jayne
Jayne
Oh I remember how hard it was to get those bubble gums off your face -
especially if you had chewed two of them to get a big bubble. Many's the
time I got it in my hair, then got it from my mum!
Jayne
Oooh that is cruel. I'll have to ask my sister where she buys her "chicken
fillets" and pass the info on to him!
Jayne
We'll have less banter about my bouncers please. Remember, I am still an
honorary oinker, at least for a week or two.
Nostalgia? It's not as good as it used to be. It's a thing of the past.
Yeh I know but nobody else was going to do the obvious gag........
Cheers Alan F (pretty in pink)
> We'll have less banter about my bouncers please. Remember, I am still an
> honorary oinker, at least for a week or two.
Ah, but you'd have a lot more to bounce with a pair of "enhancers"!
> Nostalgia? It's not as good as it used to be. It's a thing of the past.
> Yeh I know but nobody else was going to do the obvious gag........
>
> Cheers Alan F (pretty in pink)
>
>
Did you have a flutter on the National then Alan?
Jayne
Nah, Jayney, I never do the National, apart from the works sweep and that
and maybe a 50p 'make it interesting' bet if I'm in the bookies anyway.
Er......got a joke about that, I think....what was that now?
Cheers WonderbrAF
I always used to think the National is a race that is pure luck as to which
horse can stay the course, so have never bet on it.
My mum's uncle used to be head lad (or whatever they are called) at Michael
Stoute's stable in Newmarket, and used to phone with the odd tip here and
there. In general my dad would put a bet on it and used to do okay by him.
Once however, when I was 19, he sent a tip up for the 1000 guineas so I
thought I'd put a fiver on it. That was a canny bit of money 22 years ago,
and I was so excited. In the three races before this horse (I think it was
called Marwell or something) won every race. Came fourth in the 1000
guineas though, and I was so gutted I've never had a bet since!
Jayne
Jayne