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Memories From Childhood
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What lovely things do you remember from your childhood that you just don't see today?
I remember going out picking elderberries to make wine for the "oldies", going to the shop for a 10p mix and taking the bottle back to the cornershop to get some pennies back.
I used to hate christmas pudding but remember the elation when I found 20p in the pudding.
I remember going outside to play and joining in with all the other kids in the neighbourhood with skipping games and so on and then eventually being called in for my dinner - sadly those days are gone.
What are your fondest memories of childhood that you don't see any more?
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Supermarkets - we didn't have any. All shops were local; we had a cornershop, a bakers, a cobblers, two chippies, an ironmongers, a butchers, a milliners, a sweet shop, a fruit shop and a newsagent all within half-a-mile. The fruit shop used to sell door-to-door with a horse drawn cart; the horse knew its route and would go from customer to customer with...
16:44 Sat 05th Oct 2024
No swimming baths in my home town so we used to walk a mile to the Ribble and swim there (no parents, just a dozen boys). I also used to walk a mile with my mate to the local station on Saturdays, catch the Blackburn train, get off at Daisy Field and then to Belper St Baths. After the swim walk the mile into Blackburn and catch the train home.
You reminded me, bhg481, of the river we used to swim in near my grandparents. There was a fairly big farm we used to have to walk past. The river was safe to swim in and we'd all take a picnic and towels to lie on to sunbathe. Those were the days!
I remember Saturday pictures too, -SharonA-. My mother would drop me off and arrange to meet me outside when the film had finished. Then she would take me to one of the town's cafe's for something to eat.
like barry on the first day I was walked half a mile to school by my dad and then he went off to work. Unfortunately he didn't tell me he was going and I wandered off to find him, ending up back home where Grandma had to take me back.
Again, like barry, scouts were wonderful. We never camped locally though, first Scotland then Devon. The highlight was a fortnight in the International Scout Chalet in Interlaken, Switzerland. Thee's still nowhere in the world like it for me.
First I'll have to disagree about children not playing outside. I see plenty of groups playing outside where I am...and that's even with a lovely park within 2 minutes walk away.
I grew up in the States and I have fond memories of the aftermath of winter snowstorm...making snow angles or building a snow train with friends.
I remember on my first day of school a boy was teasing me and I told him to shut up. He could barely contain himself and his arm went up like a rocket as he shouted out, "Miss, Miss". He told her what I'd said and Mrs Matthias declared to the whole class that I was a rude little girl.
I never really liked school but have fond memories of one or two of the Teachers I encountered along the way.
Looking back the Saturday Matinees as they were properly called (the penny crush at the flea pit) was a bizarre concept. All those unaccompanied children running riot in the cinema shortly before it opened for its very busy Saturday afternoon showing. What were they thinking?
We are the boys and girls well known as
Minors of the ABC
And every Saturday all line up
To see the films we like, and shout aloud with glee
We like to laugh and have a singsong
Such a happy crowd are we.
We're all pals together.
We're minors of the A-B-
Saturday morning ABC Minors 6d downstairs or 9d upstairs, 6d either way in the bus, out of 2 shillings that left 3d to buy sweets or whatever took your fancy. Until we realised if we ran down through the path in the woods we could catch the bus closer to town two fare stages closer and have another 2d to spend. Couldn't do that in the return though, we'd to be back home on the bus to granddad's for a fixed time.
