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Post by tony38337 on Jul 19, 2006 4:30:44 GMT -1
In about 1955 on the run up to Bonfire night I used to save any money to buy fireworks. At the Ten Acre Lane end of Tootal's was the boiler house and coal heap. Coal was divided into two heaps, nuts & slack which was my target. I used to pack a Cocoa tin with penny bangers, bury it in the slack heap, light the fuse and run. Every time I was gone before the boilerman came into view until I made what must have been verging on a BOMB. Instead of penny bangers I used 6d bangers which were much more effective. I buried my device lit the fuse and ran, unfortunately not quite fast enough, the boilerman saw where I went, put two & two together and told my Mam. Boy did I get a wallopping, it wasnt so bad though, I managed to blow a 3 foot crater in the slack heap and I was well impressed with that.
Tony T
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Post by Lisa on Jul 19, 2006 9:05:42 GMT -1
Hi Tony, Wow, that was really inventive of you. What did you go on to do in later life - a bomb disposal expert???
The worse thing I did when I was a child was 'knocking on doors and running away' then watching at a safe distance to see the reaction of the owner. Or messing about in phone boxes....I cant count the time we used to ring the operator and say "Get off the line there's a train coming". Or ring the zoo and ask for Mr. Lion. They were innocent pastimes comparing it with today's children. Did anyone ever learn to 'tap' the phones to get free phone calls in the old 'Press Button A, Press Button B' phone boxes?
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Post by julie on Jul 19, 2006 9:20:17 GMT -1
wow tony bet that was cool!!!!
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Post by julie on Jul 19, 2006 9:21:15 GMT -1
hi lisa i used to do that whan i see kids do it now i go mad!!!! (bless em)
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Post by tony38337 on Jul 20, 2006 3:58:47 GMT -1
Hi All,
The string on the door knocker we used to call rabbit knocking in Newton Heath, I did it once at the street at the back of us Bowden St. I think, I ran stright into the arms of the owner who on hearing the door must have realised what was going on and gone round the back way to catch me as I scarpered. That wasn't one of my favourites after that.
Tony T
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Post by julie on Jul 20, 2006 6:14:06 GMT -1
do you remember telling me sis about when you lived in m/cr and it was halloween you opened the door and these kids said "trick or treat" and you said "trick" the next minute your face was covered in flour!!!!! ha ha
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Post by christine on Jul 20, 2006 6:17:53 GMT -1
BLEEDERS INIT,,,,,SIS
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Post by kath on Jul 20, 2006 13:09:44 GMT -1
tony
we called that...knock a door run...
the kids still do it with cotton
kathx
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Post by Lisa on Jul 20, 2006 13:21:35 GMT -1
Hi Tommy, I got caught a few times Knocking on Doors and Running Away. I used to have a very large reel of cotton and one day a few of us decided to quietly tie the cotton to more than one door. Just as we were quietly tying the cotton to the last door, the owner came out and caught me, setting off all the other doors. All the people came out and starting shouting at us all while we stood there, heads hung down, red faces and VERY frightened. It wasnt long before we were at it again.........
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Post by Lisa on Jul 20, 2006 14:21:02 GMT -1
Tommy, It was pure laziness, or inventiveness! There was something quite delicious in watching four doors open and the adults looking at one another saying "Did you knock?"
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Post by johnnyowen on Jul 20, 2006 15:05:51 GMT -1
one time for a reason i dont remember we targeted this particular house for almost non stop knocking on the door and running away.one night the man was waiting for us with the bedroom window open and a bucket of water at the ready..i got drenched and we never did it again....could have been worse !!!! could have been the po!!
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Post by Lisa on Jul 20, 2006 15:14:31 GMT -1
Hi Johnny, Served you right.....I bet you smelled beautiful when you got home. How did you answer that one away to your parents?
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Post by johnnyowen on Jul 20, 2006 15:31:03 GMT -1
cant remember lisa but i probably got (another) good hiding
and why do they call it a GOOD hiding
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Post by Lisa on Jul 20, 2006 15:33:51 GMT -1
I remember I always 'seemed' to be getting told-off when I was young. Maybe that's because I was always doing something wrong. Although it didnt appear to be 'wrong' at the time.....
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Post by Lisa on Jul 20, 2006 15:48:08 GMT -1
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Post by tony38337 on Jul 21, 2006 3:31:06 GMT -1
They call it a GOOD hiding from the pleasure that the administrator gets from giving it! I had a few and I didn't care for them.
Tony T
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Post by marie fernandes on Aug 20, 2006 19:31:28 GMT -1
This door knocking lark in Gorton we called it Black and White Rabbit, dont know why. Great fun when your a nipper. But I have had it done on me in my sixties and it didnt seem so funny, I wonder why. Leaving something on the stove and trying to get to the door or trying to get down stairs quickly to get the door. Why is it things seem funny and adventurous when your'e nimble and agile. Things never change.
Marie
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Post by fluffymoat4 on Sept 18, 2006 22:01:10 GMT -1
How I agree with Marie re the door knocking - it happened to me recently - local kids thinking it was funny to knock and run but my little westie was becoming a nervous wreck. We were the targets every night We have quite a long driveway (a car's length anyway) and so they'd be well gone by the time I answered (but you could hear them giggling in bushes nearby). It got so that they'd jump out from the bushes and put their middle finger up at me!!!!!!!!!!! So, it's not the harmless game that we used to play (I doubt anyone who's door I knocked at ever suffered more than once 'cos I always used to choose someone different) - Luckily I grew out of it eventually!
You'll all be shocked to know that I only stopped it happening to me by putting a video camcorder on my windowledge, aimed at the front door. Haven't had any problems since!
Someone suggested I lay in wait and soak them with a hosepipe - I have a feeling I'd have ended up in court had I done "anything" to them!
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Post by roofingman on Oct 21, 2006 19:51:11 GMT -1
Hi Folks....Theres a church on Beresford Rd Longsight (still there)..When I was about 10 ,I would climb onto the roof and put a sack down the chimney...It was a coal fire and then the congregation would come out coughing and spluttering as I hid in the bushes nearby..I really could not contain myself and would usually give myself away by laughing too loud.....The pastor was the pastor for about 50 years of that church....A few years ago I was at a UK funeral where he officiated......He remembered me and I felt very guilty even after 50 years as they were really nice people in that church........He forgave me and although I,ve lived in Nth America for the past 45 years,, still have pangs of guilt..... I,m still climbing on roofs every day...but now thats to help people fix thier roofs.............I,m not religious but maybe the dear Lord put me to good use.........................Ian..Vancouver..
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Post by roofingman on Oct 25, 2006 2:35:19 GMT -1
Hi Tom..Right on..Mate...............Ian..
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Post by lin on Oct 27, 2006 7:49:50 GMT -1
hi lisa i used to do that whan i see kids do it now i go mad!!!! (bless em) Hi Julie, Ditto...you hit the nail on the head there didn't you? we forget the things we used to do and go nuts when we see kids of today doing the same things... Lin |
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Post by fluffymoat4 on Oct 30, 2006 19:51:43 GMT -1
When I was about nine my younger brother and me were left on our own in the house just before bonfire night. We suddenly came up with a novel way of making money and so took it in turns to dress up as Guyfawkes and sit in a buggy while the other one cried "penny for the guy" at our gate. My mum had knitted my younger sister a bonnet which had a face on the back and two bright yellow plaited pigtails one either side. This we put over our faces and then we dressed up in old clothes, padded out with cushions etc. We fooled a lot of people that day!! One chap - posh type we used to call them - wore a three piece suit, brolley, bowler hat and briefcase - walked past without even giving the "guy" (my brother) and me (holding a collection pot) a second glance. As he went past us my brother shouted "You tight git!". I was mortified as he turned round and asked ME what I had just said. I truthfully explained that I hadn't said ANYTHING and so he turned to go, again my brother shouted "I said you are a TIGHT GIT!" This time the chap demanded to see my parents and I explained they weren't in. All of a sudden my brother couldn't contain himself any more and began laughing. The chap prodded him with the pointed end of his umbrella and demanded he take off the "mask". He then proceeded to tell us that if ever we did such a thing again he'd complain to our parents! It certainly put a dampener on our fireworks night! LOL
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Post by tony38337 on Nov 1, 2006 5:10:00 GMT -1
Hi Lin,
The old addage "Do as I say, not as I do" comes to mind.
Tony T
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Post by lin on Nov 1, 2006 7:59:08 GMT -1
Hi Lin, The old addage "Do as I say, not as I do" comes to mind. Tony T Hi Tony, It certainly does, as does, kids should be seen and not heard. Lin |
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Post by tony38337 on Jan 28, 2007 8:31:21 GMT -1
Does anyone remember Daisy Nook? In the early 60's there used to be a cafe near Crime Lake I think it was known as the ranch A friend of mine at the time had a Norton with a sidecar frame on it but instead of a sidecar body it was fust a board. The road to Crime Lake as I recall was a narrow twisting affair, I can remember lying flat on this board and Albert going like the clappers down this road. In retrospect it was a very stupid thing to do and the consequences don't bear thinking about. I sometimes wonder how I survived my childhood.
Tony T
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Post by Lisa on Jan 29, 2007 15:24:53 GMT -1
Hi Tony, I remember Daisy Nook and Crime Lake. Every year when there was a fair at Daisy Nook a gang of us children from Clayton would pack jam sandwiches and a bottle of pop and do the long walk to the Fair. One year my brother won a chick and brought it home for my mum to revive. We then went on to have many chickens in the back yard of our home and every year my brother would win another chick at the fair. The walk along that country lane was long and in the heat of the summer too. There was the Freak Show with strange specimens in bottles and the Hairy Lady, the Fat Man and I remember some kind of boxing match where they invited people into the ring to fight the champion. The cococut shy, the waltzers, the Haunted House and the candy floss (on a stick). After spending all our money (3d) we would then go and bathe our sore feet in the running stream and even drank from it without catching the lurgy. The worse part was the walk home and I think I drank the tap dry when I got back barely keeping my eyes open before bedtime. I always looked forward to my day-out at Daisy Nook every year. Does anyone remember Daisy Nook? In the early 60's there used to be a cafe near Crime Lake I think it was known as the ranch A friend of mine at the time had a Norton with a sidecar frame on it but instead of a sidecar body it was fust a board. The road to Crime Lake as I recall was a narrow twisting affair, I can remember lying flat on this board and Albert going like the clappers down this road. In retrospect it was a very stupid thing to do and the consequences don't bear thinking about. I sometimes wonder how I survived my childhood. Tony T |
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Post by Lisa on Jan 29, 2007 17:12:24 GMT -1
Hi Tony, How did any of us survive our childhood? With today's emphasis on Compensation Culture its a wonder we ever got to our teens. Remember the bogey carts? with no brakes but we survived.....we played in the streets until dark and it felt safe to do so, we roamed freely during the day, often on our own, only coming home for food and bed, to no ill-effects. We ate food that would be condemned today, and still we survived. We played on dangerous playgrounds and parks, swam in poluted rivers and streams, lived in unfit housing, were smacked by teachers who reprimanded us liberally and we seemed to thrive on the discipline. We had good manners and respected our elders, didnt answer-back to our parents, looked after our siblings and friends. Wore clothes until they dropped off our backs and even then handed them down. Make-do-and-mend was the order of the day and everyone was the same - poor but happy. Is it this recipe that makes us the people we are today. I wonder?
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Post by bodzy3 on Feb 15, 2007 16:53:48 GMT -1
Lisa I've read and wrote some stuff about life back then But I've never seen a better ,more acurate discription of life ,about when we where kids than the one you just penned now That small paragraph sums it up beautifully That is Poertry in Motion (Johnny Tilitson)
Bodzy
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Post by lin on Feb 15, 2007 17:07:52 GMT -1
Hi Lin, The old addage "Do as I say, not as I do" comes to mind. Tony T THERE'S ALSO SEEN AND NOT HEARD TONY  LIN |
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Post by lin on Feb 15, 2007 17:15:09 GMT -1
Hi Tony, How did any of us survive our childhood? With today's emphasis on Compensation Culture its a wonder we ever got to our teens. Remember the bogey carts? with no brakes but we survived.....we played in the streets until dark and it felt safe to do so, we roamed freely during the day, often on our own, only coming home for food and bed, to no ill-effects. We ate food that would be condemned today, and still we survived. We played on dangerous playgrounds and parks, swam in poluted rivers and streams, lived in unfit housing, were smacked by teachers who reprimanded us liberally and we seemed to thrive on the discipline. We had good manners and respected our elders, didnt answer-back to our parents, looked after our siblings and friends. Wore clothes until they dropped off our backs and even then handed them down. Make-do-and-mend was the order of the day and everyone was the same - poor but happy. Is it this recipe that makes us the people we are today. I wonder? YES THAT IS THE RECIPE LISA..WELL SAID...WE HAD NOTHING OR VIRTUALLY NOTHING, AND WE KNEW BY KEEPING ON ABOUT WANTING ANYTHING WOULD BE A WASTE OF TIME...TODAY I KNOW OF KIDS THAT ARE GETTING THINGS OFF THEIR MUMS CATOLOGUES AND LEAVING THE PARENTS TO PAY FOR IT...OF COURSE THE PARENTS DON'T KNOW THIS UNTIL THEY GET THE BILL IN FOR TEH GOODS, AND THEY THINK NOTHING OF SPENDING A GRAND EITHER..SOMETHING AGAIN WE WOULD NEVER DREAM OF DOING..THERE'S ONE LAD WHO USES HIS MOTHERS CREDIT CARD, SHE HAS NO IDEA HOW HE GOT THE NUMBER, SHE'S NOW IN TERRIFIC DEBT OVER IT. LIN |
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