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Post by Lisa on Sept 14, 2008 7:08:25 GMT -1
Jean, I remember the Salvation Army coming round at Christmas singing carols. I was always fascinated by the lamp they had at the end of a long pole and the tin on a stick. I could hear them coming for miles and got really excited when they approached our street. Happy days.
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Post by Brian on Sept 14, 2008 11:43:38 GMT -1
Hi Lin,
Thank you for the info. Will e-mail Alan now with a mug shot.
Cheers,
Brian
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Post by lin on Sept 14, 2008 14:12:29 GMT -1
HI BRIAN...YOU'RE WELCOME  |
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Post by jnealedroylsden on Sept 14, 2008 16:24:55 GMT -1
I can remember going to Blackpool on a "CHARRA" and my mum and dad saying first to spot the tower gets sixpence...........and we always stopped on way there at a pub called the "SQUIRREL " mam and dad used to bring out drinks and crisps for us...........then we stopped there on way back ..........and can you all remember that they used to pass hat round for the driver and everybody put money in and tipped him
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Post by june on Sept 14, 2008 17:26:38 GMT -1
ahh yes jean such happy days |
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Post by climb57 93/20 on Sept 14, 2008 18:28:55 GMT -1
we used to tie a makeshift pound note to a string on a dark night, put it on the pavement and pull it away when anyone tried to pick it up
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Post by lin on Sept 15, 2008 6:05:01 GMT -1
AND EVEN GLUE COINS TO THE PAVEMENT AND WATCH OTHERS TRY AND PICK THEM ALL UP ;D ;D
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Post by jnealedroylsden on Sept 15, 2008 6:24:41 GMT -1
AND EVEN GLUE COINS TO THE PAVEMENT AND WATCH OTHERS TRY AND PICK THEM ALL UP ;D ;D cruel |
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Post by codger on Sept 15, 2008 13:39:02 GMT -1
Our baby cots were covered with brightly coloured lead-based paint, which was promptly chewed and licked.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, or latches on doors and cabinets and it was okay to play with pans.
When we rode our bikes we wore no helmets, in cars with no seat belts or air bags.
We drank water from the tap or street pipe when the nighthingychman was around, tasted the same.
We ate dripping butties, drank fizzy pop made with sugar but never put on weight, too busy running around.
We shared our drinks with our friends, from the same bottle and nbody actually died from this.
Spent hours building bogies from scraps and old prams, never fitting brakes just using our thick soled welly-bobs to try and stop. It got better after every crash funnily enough.
We would go out early and stay out all day or until we got hungry, as long as we were home before dark nobody minded.
No playstations, just railway lines, no x-boxes, just luminous badges, no video games but made up games.
No 100 channels, videos, DVD's, surround sound, mobile phones, personal? computers, internet chat rooms. We had friends, we went outside and found them.
We played elastics, street rounders with the girls, Kick-can, ticky-hit, ticky-ball, and it hurt.
We fell from trees, got cut and broke bones and teeth. Every kid had a scar but we never sued, just got it stitched and played out again. They were accidents and we ensured the same thing never happened again.
We had fights, hard punches that made us black and blue, mam would put butter on them.
We walked to our mates houses.
We made up games with sticks and balls, ate live stuff, never poked our eyes out and the live stuff died.
Rode bikes in packs of five, doubling up for those that couldn't afford one.
Our actions were our own, consequences were expected.
Parents didn't bail us out, they agreed with the law, imagine that.
Our generation has produced some of the greatest risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors. The past 50+ years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all.
And you are one of them, congratulations. Remember, we grew up as real kids before lawyers and nanny governments regulated our lives and how we live them, all for our own good!
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Post by lin on Sept 15, 2008 16:13:49 GMT -1
WELL DONE CODGER, VERY GOOD READING AND VERY TRUE. |
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Post by Lisa on Sept 15, 2008 17:12:11 GMT -1
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Post by catherine on Sept 16, 2008 6:07:40 GMT -1
I can remember going to Blackpool on a "CHARRA" and my mum and dad saying first to spot the tower gets sixpence...........and we always stopped on way there at a pub called the "SQUIRREL " mam and dad used to bring out drinks and crisps for us...........then we stopped there on way back ..........and can you all remember that they used to pass hat round for the driver and everybody put money in and tipped him Jean I remember stopping at the ' Squirrel' on the way to Blackpool and on the way back, I've been trying to think where it was Chorley I think but not too sure? Cath |
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Post by jnealedroylsden on Sept 16, 2008 6:59:24 GMT -1
I can remember going to Blackpool on a "CHARRA" and my mum and dad saying first to spot the tower gets sixpence...........and we always stopped on way there at a pub called the "SQUIRREL " mam and dad used to bring out drinks and crisps for us...........then we stopped there on way back ..........and can you all remember that they used to pass hat round for the driver and everybody put money in and tipped him Jean I remember stopping at the ' Squirrel' on the way to Blackpool and on the way back, I've been trying to think where it was Chorley I think but not too sure? Cath Think it might have been chorley Cath or it was certainly around that area.if it wasn't somebody on here are bound to tell us |
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Post by OLLY on Sept 16, 2008 13:45:02 GMT -1
BELIEVE ITS IN BISPHAM.....CATH..AND JEAN..... ....... |
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Post by jnealedroylsden on Sept 16, 2008 14:49:05 GMT -1
BELIEVE ITS IN BISPHAM.....CATH..AND JEAN..... ....... That's a different one Olly.................. there is one in Bispham but this was on the way to Blackpool it deffinitely was Chorley way................. it was like a halfway stop between manchester and blackpool |
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Post by Brian on Sept 16, 2008 16:08:45 GMT -1
Hi Barbara,
That brought back a few memories. Mind you we used to black up and go round "black person Banding" (before all those jobs worths deemed it to be Politically incorrect to do so...Pratts!!!) knock on the doors and render "My olde man, he played one.... etc " Finished off with ..... "with a nick knack paddy whack give the dog a bone. My old man came rolling home.
Those certainly were the days.
Brian
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Post by Brian on Sept 16, 2008 16:10:42 GMT -1
I'm sorry. I don't know what balck person banding is.
Brian .
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Post by Lisa on Sept 16, 2008 19:41:21 GMT -1
Hi Brian, I think it means that on May Day children would blacken their faces and go from door to door singing for pennies.....a little like the Black and White Minstrel Show.....wouldnt be able to do it now for fear of being called 'racists'....quite the opposite in fact.   I'm sorry. I don't know what balck person banding is. Brian . . |
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Post by june on Sept 28, 2008 5:56:40 GMT -1
luv that song jean .. i remember when Marco Rea the ice cream man used to come round with his gailey painted cart pulled by a horse he used to stop at the top of our street and ring his bell ,mmmhis ice cream was delish |
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Post by codger on Sept 29, 2008 13:06:43 GMT -1
We used to have Madge's ice cream cart pulled by a black and white stallion that used to stop halfway down the street at Mrs Mauvey's house and she would feed the horse a loaf of bread. When we could afford it we'd ask for a cornet and he used a wooden type spatula/paddle to dole out the delicious ice cream. Also we used to hit Madges near Barmouth Street baths for a hot vimto, but only if the cafe in the baths was shut. In the cafe, through the wash baths you could get an oxo and 4 cream crackers for fourpence, I used to be hypnotised watching Alice stir my oxo with the longest sspoon I had ever seen. Still drink it to this day.
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Post by ravydave on Sept 29, 2008 16:14:33 GMT -1
DOES ANYONE FROM THE CLAYTON AREA REMEMBER THE TOFFEE APPLE MAN HIS NAME WAS MR ENZIANO FROM FOLKSTONE RD WEST OR FOLKSTONE RD EAST NOT SURE WHICH. THIS WOULD BE IN THE FIFTIES, HECARRIED THEM ROUND IN LARGE BISCUIT TINS.
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Post by jnealedroylsden on Sept 30, 2008 7:22:03 GMT -1
DOES ANYONE FROM THE CLAYTON AREA REMEMBER THE TOFFEE APPLE MAN HIS NAME WAS MR ENZIANO FROM FOLKSTONE RD WEST OR FOLKSTONE RD EAST NOT SURE WHICH. THIS WOULD BE IN THE FIFTIES, HECARRIED THEM ROUND IN LARGE BISCUIT TINS. can't remember him Dave but then again I lived over the other side of Ashton New Rd will ask my brother in law though hw lived folkestone rd way see if he can remember |
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Post by Lisa on Sept 30, 2008 13:20:09 GMT -1
Hi RavyDave, Dont remember the Toffee Apple man because my mum used to make them when we nagged her!!! She also made them for Bonfire Night, along with Treacle Toffee.....made my teeth stick together and kept me quiet......maybe that's why she made it!!!!  ;D |
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Post by lin on Sept 30, 2008 13:40:16 GMT -1
OH LISA DON'T I LOVED THE TOFFEE APPLES AND TREACLE TOFFEE THAT OUR MAMS USED TO MAKE... ;D ;D ;D
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Post by Lisa on Sept 30, 2008 13:45:20 GMT -1
Hi Lin, I've tried making Treacle Toffee like my mum used to make, but cant quite get it right. My mum's had the right amount of 'crack' and the right amount of 'chew'.....she never used a recipe, she just put it in the pan but it always came out the same......lovely!!! Its the same with Yorkshire Pudding.....I can never get it the way my mum used to make it, no matter how hard I try!!!  |
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Post by Brian on Oct 7, 2008 18:08:56 GMT -1
Hi again,
Does anyone remember the school dentists calling with his treadle drill that used to shake your jaw to bits when he drilled your teeth. He used to call regularly at Godfrey Ermen Memorial School at Barton-on-Irwell. Only nice thing about it was when he had finished ruining your teeth you received a pat on the head and an enormous suger coated toffee would you believe. And of course there was "Nitty Nora". Piece of brown paper on the floor and that dreadful fine toothed comb. God help you if she found nits. Note to your mam and then the accusations when you got home that you had been playing with those other dreadful "Pearces" in your class.
Oh! and before I forget that piece about Barbers jogged my memory.
I remember one Saturday with my pal Eric conning his brother out of his haircut money so we could all go to the "Majestic Cinema" to see Flash Gorden( not the current one) cost of the "tu penny crush" We asked old Bill at the Co-op stables to cut his hair(Used to do the horses tails and manes. Boy! what a haircut, and whilst he completed his masterpiece he kept laughing. All through that hot Summmer poor Tommy Munro took to wearing an old black sowester waterproof hat. In school too I might add. He never took it off or forgave us for that matter.
Cest le Vie
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Post by Lisa on Oct 8, 2008 4:51:40 GMT -1
Hi Brian, I remember Nora the Nit Nurse.......she never found any in my hair BUT my mum did one evening when my parents had friends over. I never stopped itching while they were there and, as soon as they had gone, my mum got out the Derbac comb and a newspaper......I spent two days off school, one with this foul-smelling liquid on my hair, the other having my long hair cut off. I shall never forget my protests as my mum cut off all my lovely long hair. Everyone knew why I had been off school by my short hair and it took me ages to get over it.  |
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Post by Brian on Oct 8, 2008 6:59:18 GMT -1
Hi Lisa,
Boy! I remeber that foul smelling stuff too and it also brings to mind that awful purple concoction some of the children had daubed on their shaved heads. Don't remember what their problem was they they looked dreadful.
Another time my mother and aunt decided to try out one of those new DIY home perms on my brother and I. Think it was called a Toni or something like that. Well my hair do was a success but my brother's was a disaster. Must have been the original Afro hair style to hit Godfrey Ermens School. He took some real stick about it too.
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Post by Lisa on Oct 8, 2008 7:11:56 GMT -1
Hi Brian, That purple concoction was used for cases of Impetigo and I remember one particular family near us in Clayton always had it painted around their mouths - poor things. I also remember the Toni perms (ask June about it!!!). I once decided to have my hair cut and permed at a local hairdressers when I was around 15.......they put this lotion on my hair and fixed the curlers to this electrical heating contraption and left me there for what seemed an eternity. My parents had got concerned as to why I was away for so long and came looking for me......I saw my dad looking for me in the mirror and shouted "Dad, I'm here, its ME". He took one look at me and said "Oh my God".......I must have looked a fright......needless to say I spent weeks with wet hair trying to get the perm out of my hair and I didnt go near a hairdresser for many years after that. |
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Post by Brian on Oct 8, 2008 17:29:41 GMT -1
8-)Hi LIsa,
A very traumatic memory was brought back after talking to you Lisa. "What were your wash days like as a kid?"
My brother Alan and I used to dread Mondays when mam did the washing. It was done in front of the bungalow range with a roaring fire in one of those dreadful galvanised tubs usung one of those aid we used to call a pogostick( conical contraption full of holes and mounted on a stick). The dreaded moment came when she declared her washing done.
She used to say "Strip off you two and get in the tub" If you were lucky you got the side nearest the fire. We used to scrape our fingers up the grooves of the tub for soap. Gosh mam was tight in those days. It wasn't a bad system but the downside was she used to use "Dolly blue" in the wash and when we got out of the tub we had taken on a light blue appearance. It took our teacher at Goddies some time to get used to us I can tell you. She used to think at first we had contracted some dreadful illness which was in all probabilty highle contagious
Once drove throught the village some years later which manufactured those Dolly Blues and everywhere you looked was a shade of Blue, even the trees.
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