A Trip Down Memory Lane

[Bobbisox1]

From ‘ Parkies’ who loved their jobs and did it with Pride to School board men, strange it was always a man , we were terrified of him and playing truant was never in our minds.
The friendly neighbourhood policeman who wouldn’t think twice of cuffing you with his gloved hand and telling you to get home else he’d be knocking on your parents doors
School dinners with Semolina and jam making it pink
Post office saving books every Monday morning
Milk monitors

Can you recall anymore ?

[237SJ]

Space hoppers and pogo sticks.

[237SJ]

And those clacker things you got at the fair.

[davebro]

[Atheist]

Mamy, and tbh I wasn't there. Blonto was a long way from Gwain and we didn't have cars in those days. I was just sweet-talking you.

[Mamyalynne]

Purely pie in cheek eh?

[Cloverjo]

Everyone always seemed to be having their tonsils out. I haven’t heard of it for at least 20 years.

[Bobbisox1]

Clackers , ouchhhhh and my daughter went through the Pedal pushers and puffball skirt too

[davebro]

that Dusty track - there's another version with lots of pics from the 50s, Whit walks etc. Can't find it at the moment.

[lankeela]

Caravan holidays at St Osyths with the gas lights (and day trips to Jaywick). Next door neighbour lent my dad his car to drive us there registration JPC 121. Mum's co-op divi number 100478. Roller skating at Ally Pally on Saturday mornings and train spotting on the way home leaning over the railway bridge as the steam trains went by. Marbles on the drain cover at the corner of our road. Trips to Southend by bus from the bus depot where they filmed On The Buses. Train ride to the end of the pier with the wooden seats that reversed.

[david small]

Corner shops that sold fresh sliced ham and cheese in brown paper bags, cut to request size. I was a milk monitor and at the end of the day lots of milk would be sent back. I drank 18 bottles one after the other, about 6 pints. I still love milk. Chips 3 old pence. Morning cinema 2d old money. Unfortunately I couldn’t afford it.

[Bobbisox1]

Sunday dinners were just that listening to two way family favourites before getting scrubbed for Sunday school

[waterboatman]

I can remember all of those bobbi!
I always saved my pennies until I had a shilling, then it went into the Post Office book. I had a bit over ten pounds in it when I joined the army in 1962, when I came home on leave I thought I'd take a couple of quid out. When I checked the book, t was empty. My darlingxsister had nicked the lot!

[Bobbisox1]

Ohhh Noooo, did you ever forgive her Boaty haha

[emmie]

ah sunday school, and the Brownies, Girls Light Brigade all had my attendance till i was old enough to get out of it.

[Bobbisox1]

I was in a company called the Girls Guildry Emmie , looking back they took us away for weekends and we got to about 15 , we went to a boarding house in Cullercoates where they taught us the art of sitting like ladies and of which item of cutlery to use if we ever were asked to a large dinner venue, I’ve a lot to thank them for as it stays in my mind till now

[emmie]

orange box for a go kart, with pram wheels, steering by a large piece of string, no way to stop though.
tying two skates together and putting an annual book on the skates and whizzing down the hill, percy circus leading onto a main road, crikey...

[emmie]

how we didn't get killed is anyone's guess.

[Bobbisox1]

No elf n safety then Emmie :0)

[waterboatman]

Going downhill on a snow covered slope on a piece of cardboard.

[emmie]

no there wasn't, my mum only learned late in life what we got up to on the bombed out churches nearby. scrambling amongst the dead pigeons and not realising how dangerous it was