General Chat

oh jen makes you realise how simple your parents lifes were. Kept the pencil. I always remember me mams glasses steaming up and she's blow on em again then clean em with whatever top she had on. Such good days. Wouls give anything to experience them again, my kids don't know the half of it. catherine xx

So true Catherine but I think kids could be far more care~free then, they didn't have as many pressures, stresses and fears then. You have to give todays kids credit, they have so much to contend with now. Makes you wonder how we would have coped under the pressures they have now. Jen

Waiting at my Nans house (once a fortnight) for the Coal Man to deliver all her coal in to her coal cellar, Oh the smell was lovely... ...Sometimes he used to give me sixpence for sweeping up after he had finished. He made me feel SO important!! Rosi

Just remembered another... My dad filling a tin bath and putting it in the garden on a hot summers day......Bliss

Oh Linda, I always think about those times gone by, think its cos I have lost my dad and brother in the last eight years, aged 51 and 32 (I am 30) My Twin Sister and I are collecting these kind of memories though for our Nephew, my Brothers son. When we turned 30, we exchanged diaries which we will continue to keep until the pages are full and then we will exchange them again. These kind of memories are precious x

The pure excitement of holding my first sparkler on guyfolks night many years ago, I cried when it got to the end and went out......lol

My dad making us a tent/shelter in the garden with old hopsacks, cos he worked in the brewery - it had a back and sides and roof, and the front came down weighted with a piece of wood, wonder we didn't knock ourselves out. If you hadn't pulled the front down over night, in the morning when you unrolled it, there were millions (well, seemed like it) of earwigs which I hated, all hidden inside the sacking. One lad nearby who was a bit older than us and the kids next door, made us some chairs and a table, bless him, we did get some splinters. He was killed in a car accident when he was young, and newly married, but I will always remember him for the furniture he made. Can remember making rose petal 'perfume' too, it always went manky and stunk to high heaven, like vinegar. Can remember my mum finally coming outside to sit in the deck chair after doing all her chores, and probably making us cakes etc too. She sat down, she was a little bit plump even then, and we had played on the deck chair so much we had worn the canvas and she went through! Sadly Mum didn't find those kind of things funny!!!!lol Also remember going to Hemsby in little wooden bungalows (stayed in one again last summer). Sometimes my paternal Gran would come to stay with us there but as I didn't know her very well cos she lived a distance away from us and we hadn't a car to visit, she was a bit of a stranger to us. She used to tie up my very straight fine thin hair, in rags to make it curl. They were always so tight I would have to get mum to loosen them for me. So many things stay in my mind for always, I hope. Must get round to writing them all out for any future grandchildren and my own son.

I think the brain cuts out the bad memories unless they were really seriously bad, even so I had a really serious road accident and was near death but I have never been able to remember any of thatand have to work on what people told me afterwards. However, that leaves the happy memories - and there are soooo many. Family get-togethers at Christmas time with all the adults getting tipsy. My rabbits. Going on school 2 weeks camp to Worcs. to pick plums - and gettiong paid for it ! We were allowed to bring some home and I stuffed as many as possible into my suitcase. On the train home no seats available in the train so sat on the suitcase - oooer !!! anyone for plum flavour clothes ? Mum taking us all on our bikes into the countryside. When I was very young a long bus ride to Hampstead Heath fair. Going on the train to the Lake District - covered in soot by the time we arrived. Stayed at the school camp just outside Braithwaite. Playing the usual kids games in the woodland nearby. 13 years old travelling alone on the boat train to Paris. lots of memories ... and in adult life ? doing it all again through the children ! lol - except the plum bit.

Getting a desk..chair and red telephone when i was about 8. I dont have many nice memories from when i was a child, I just remember being told off all the time or getting smacked, Nicer memories are of christmas since iv had my girls and now with my grandson, Getting divorced and finding a whole new singles world out there and giving it one big wild kick-a**e ride before i met my lovely hubby,

When i was a child Sundays were the time when we were all together, i was the youngest of six, the smell of beef roasting, the fresh pastry smell,mum baked cakes, made triffles ready for tea while she was cooking the Sunday lunch. We were all in the garden with Dad and our Collie, when the dog jumped over the fence into the field by our house, Dad said i could do that, we all said bet you couldn't, with that dad lept over the fence and disapeared in the long grass, his shoe lace had caught on the fence so all we could see was this leg sticking up on the fence then his face popped up out of the grass he had a cut on his forehead (not very big) he was shouting Well help me then, we just all fell about laughing none of us could do anything, Mum came out to see what was going on, when she saw dad she said , Well you daft old fool what are you doing over there, she went and unhooked his trousers from the fence and he got himself up, we kids still rolling about laughing, he said see i told you i could do it.We laughed about it all that day. We always talk of that day all those years ago when we get together. Shirley Ann.

Sharing a pint of winkles on a sunday just before bathtime, me and my brother sitting there with pins in hand and a plate of bread and butter. Ummmm lovely. Rosi

this is a lovely thread Lynda. catherine xx

Watching Tottenham play with my grandad then going to play Charlies Angels at the washing lines. Me,my sister and my cousin with our walkie talkies, lol, those washing lines looked huge, but when I revisited them a few years ago they are nothing like I remembered.

Reminds me of time I took the children on holiday to Wales - somwhere along the west coast. Found a farm where the children could enjoy themselves. Got up one morning to find the farmer telling the children that they could have a ride on a horse - bareback. So we watched each girl mounting this big horse and going for a canter about a hundred yards each one I guess. The girls then tuned to me and said it was my turn. I said No - I had never been on a horse and can't even remember going on a donkey ! But ..... they won. So after several attempts I finally got high enough to get on its back but went straight over from one side to t'other and in doing so split my trousers clean in half from front waist, down and under to rear waistband !! that's given them something to remember forevermore.