Do You Remember When ?

[Bobbisox1]

The ‘electric man’ came out and physically read your meter
When it was two separate companies for Gas and electric ?
When binmen hoisted a bin full of ashes and household rubbish on their shoulders without a thought of health & safety?
When your bank was easily accessible and not miles away ?
Lastly ( for me) When you rang a shop/bank/ and spoke directly to them?

Not sure we’ve progressed at all , just a thought :0)

[Bobbisox1]

No way Piggy , never got hit , a slap once on the back of my legs for playing with London lights and setting the outside lav door alight :0(

[DTCwordfan]

I've never heard of putting Cornish clotted cream in a ham and peas pudding. We'd get arguments with the lot across the Tamar whether the clotted cream should be put on top of the pudding or underneath - their problem is that they use their clotted cream as if it was butter.....

[piggynose]

Powercuts in the 60s+ 70s?
Thunder+ lightning? and i dont mean the weather.

[Bobbisox1]

Taste wise ya daft bat haha

[Bobbisox1]

I remember those Piggy,you were on a 4hour rota for them

[DTCwordfan]

Bobbi, a mate of mine at school, son of a well-known family supermarket chain in your neck of the woods when you were young, did something similar.

We were studying organic chemistry for A level and had to make nitro-toluene in the practical. Normally the chem master would have picked up on what P did as he was somewhat of a hawk (and a really good teacher). However, P went one stage further and produced trinitrotoluene and smuggled some out, along with a magnesium strip for a fuse.

Put on the house boiler room doors and, stand back, it more than worked, a nigh on three foot smouldering hole appearing in the upper part of the doors.....'How are you going to explain this to Mr. M, P?" Today he would be on a Prevent list or worse...back then it was 'boys will be boys'.

[DTCwordfan]

Again you don't see much thunder and lightning down here nowadays - for the innocent, soft milk baps, filled with syrup/treacle and then a huge dollop of clotted cream and sink the gnashers into it.

[piggynose]

17.19 T&L was basically knock the door and run.
Well that was in Brum.
My mum grew in Glasgow in the 30s+ 40s her T&L was more advanced. They would tie 2 or 3 door knockers together. Know all the doors and hide chuckling. Lol

[piggynose]

* know. Meant knock.

[pastafreak]

I remember my dad coming after me once with his belt...and my older brother protecting me. I've no idea what I'd done, as I wasn't a naughty child.

I remember the Good Humour ice cream truck that came round...only in the summer. Not all year round like now. And Girl scout cookies...we always bought the mint chocolate chip ones. Was there an equivalent here? Girl Guides?
We also had a knife sharpener who came every few months.

[piggynose]

On more than occasion i took the belt for my younger brother. I was 10 at the time, he was only 7.

[JimF]

Nostalgia ain't what it used to be!

I honestly cannot think of anything that was better than now in the "good old days", whenever they actually were...

[pastafreak]

That's about how old I was...possibly 5, certainly no older than 7.

[Theland]

I worked on farms picking beetroots from age ten. At thirteen I worked my winter holidays as a coalman, carrying hundredweight sacks, sometimes up five floors to the flats. Amazing how many people told me to throw the coal in the bath!
Friday nights collecting the money. Funny when some kid came to the door and said, ''Me mum said she's not in.''
I also sold bleach, liquid soap and pine disinfectant, three for half a crown. I kept sixpence from each sale of a set of three.
At fifteen I also worked for one of the first mobile discos, doing weddings, amateur stage productions and anything needing a PA and lighting.
Work work work work.
There's a lesson here somewhere :-)

[Vagus]

I never ever got smacked let alone belted, that’s appalling. I never smacked any of my children either.
I agree with you Jim.

[Bobbisox1]

A very good one TL

[MartinMillar]

The coal man still carries coal to my bunker, the dustman still takes my ashes away, I spoke to my bank yesterday and I phoned a shop last week and spoke to someone

[MartinMillar]

Mother’s favourite weapons of choice was the wooden spoon or the belt followed by the back of her hand!

[david small]

At school.Getting caned on the hands. Most I had was four successive whacks. I couldn’t hold my pen after.
Also cane, plimsoll, on buttocks for trivial things, like running in the corridors. Brutal but commonplace. Late fifties, early sixties.

[Vagus]

What’s the lesson theland?
All our children had Saturday jobs, and holiday jobs, nothing was handed to them on a plate.