Warming memories

@cath 55 wrote:

@pats wrote:

…i was still in me vest n liberty bodice till i was 12. :oops: lmao.

OMG!!!!!!!! liberty bodices ffs me mum bought us all liberty bodices pmsl for 15 year olds when we woz 11

God..yes I remember those bliddy liberty-bodices..and the pink net party frock that scrathched the skin off till you bled. Turning a frozen stretch of pavement into a slide and going on it in my plastic [red]sandals coz it made me slide faster and ‘Rag tag and Bobtail’ on Watch With Mother and the spazzy kid in the class with round, pink National Health glasses with one eye patched over. Lyon’s individual fruit pies and Lost In Space on a Saturday night. Following me big sister everywhere and annoying her mates…thumpin’ all me li’l bruvver’s mates as well. Getting skelped for trying to buy a Mr. Whippy with plastic buttons. Tudor crisps and sarsparilla..frozen jubilees..black jacks. Being made to stay at the table for three hours until I ate my tripe and onions School dinners and the fight over the custard skin..kiss-me chases and skipping ropes in the playground. “Tales Of The Riverbank”..Sindy Dolls without bosoms..Clarke’s patent shiny shoes. Feck we were miserable :lol:

BEST TOAST IN THE WORLD WAS DONE IN FRONT OF FIRE,MY OLD MAN BOUGHT A NEW CAR IN 1966.MORRIS OXFORD £637 14SHILLINGS AND 9PENCE HALFPENNY.WAS A FORTUNE LOL. NO SEAT BELTS .

@sunny wrote:

Have to agree about the memmories since mom died i havent stoped thinking of the things we did tother

Ther was only the two of us but my god we didnt have a lot but i was never bored

Mount of time we went to Aston park with jam sarnies and a bottle of water lol

didnt have a telly for years but she made games up out of nothing lol

Think today the kids grow up far to quick they just dont seem to have a childhood

And that is a shame mine are 15 and 12 and i carnt leave lil notes on xmas day like i have always done

Like a paper chain to find lil cheap prezzies they have said its babyish lol :roll:

sunny x we didnae follow the paper chains to find oor pressie… my dad always wrote a riddle and ofcourse the clue was in the riddle, but by 2hrs l8ter id be in tears as my brother would of found his, and my mam and id still be greetin in the corner as i cudnae find it… lol and ofcourse i didnae look properly lol

ohh the memories…. British Bulldug… eh i prefered Kick the can,… n wally.. plus u used to find me lickin the boots way the lads with seein whom can get the 10p and mind it was the ole 10pm siZe closest to the wall… also canny mind the name… but ya put 10 small stones on your hand and flip them up and catch them the otherside of your hand and ya keep going to try and catch them and not lose any…. Having an older brother was pants though as I had to wear his hand me downs…!!! i mind when the lassies at school used to do handstand againest the wall i only every joined in once as when i did the handstand all ya cud hear was laughin as when my skirt fell over me heid i was showin off my big bro’s hand me doon Spiderman Y’s…. lol hear i can laff now but at the time lol mind ya I did get his purple chopper…!!!

@sharongooner wrote:

@esmeralda wrote:

@cath 55 wrote:

@pats wrote:

…i was still in me vest n liberty bodice till i was 12. :oops: lmao.

OMG!!!!!!!! liberty bodices ffs me mum bought us all liberty bodices pmsl for 15 year olds when we woz 11

God..yes I remember those bliddy liberty-bodices..and the pink net party frock that scrathched the skin off till you bled. Turning a frozen stretch of pavement into a slide and going on it in my plastic [red]sandals coz it made me slide faster and ‘Rag tag and Bobtail’ on Watch With Mother and the spazzy kid in the class with round, pink National Health glasses with one eye patched over. Lyon’s individual fruit pies and Lost In Space on a Saturday night. Following me big sister everywhere and annoying her mates…thumpin’ all me li’l bruvver’s mates as well. Getting skelped for trying to buy a Mr. Whippy with plastic buttons. Tudor crisps and sarsparilla..frozen jubilees..black jacks. Being made to stay at the table for three hours until I ate my tripe and onions School dinners and the fight over the custard skin..kiss-me chases and skipping ropes in the playground. “Tales Of The Riverbank”..Sindy Dolls without bosoms..Clarke’s patent shiny shoes. Feck we were miserable :lol:

LOL essy at the frozen jubilees…….. my mum and dad dont remember them!!! Had a big debate with them a while back on that one. Do you remember the ice cream drinks…….. when you went to a cafe (mine was on the Paisley Road) and you could get Ginger Beer and Ice cream, but it werent just that…….. they actually had a name for them, was it a fizzy ice or something like that?…….. would be good to solve this one as mum and dad say they were just called ices and I was only 6 so how could I possibly be right but I swear they had a name…. :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :lol:

Paisley Road … thats near me… lol

my mam used to make her own ginger beer and my da would make his own home brew,… mam used to keep the ginger beer ootside in the coalcellar thing… and when my da was makin the home brew i used to sook the froth when he went oot the room lol the ginger beer n ice cream my mam called it ginger floats…. shazza.

I mind on a saturday we stayed in a cul de sack and we used wage war on the streetkids up the road on saturdays… we’d make stink bombs fae toilet rolls canny mind what else mind… oh and a few of the lads used to put dugs’ shyte on a stick and chase ya lol i mind they also when found chewin gum on the pavement… very rare btw..!!! they used to peel it back and eat the inside..!!! lol rank as i used to bolock at the thought lol we had a small river at the back of oor hoose and we had made a tree swing going across it plus we once tried puttin a plank of wood to the other side and i mind i was the wee’ist and had to go first and the thing wasnt fixed right lol and in i went… but i mind still playin oot till i dried oot as i knew if i went hame id get kick’d up n road the stairs lol mind ya i still got it but atleast i got oot to play til bedtime lol

i also mind sittin like Esm… at the table for 3hrs or so eatin broad beans..!!! ohhh the bad memories of tripe and smoke haddock cooked in milk..!!! rank..!!! im bolockin thinkin of it.. I also mind when at me Nanas’ she’d bake goodies while listenin to Mrs Dales Diary..
and like Cath drippin on ya toast.. way bovril on tap… mmmm