General Chat

As a kid, I can remember sitting on suitcases on Snow Hill Station in Birmingham, and waiting for the Boat train to take us to Weymouth. It was just after the war and Dad knew people from the channel islands and we were on our way to Guernsey. Lets hear your nice memories? Lynda x

Butlins skegness in the 70's Parents letting you do what you want when you want, having fun all day long and the summers were hot, everything was cheap, you didn't care what you looked like and the world was your oyster. Very happy days all the faimily going down on the train, such a laugh, cheesy acts on at night in the club, in me flares but who gave a damn. catherine xx

HI Lynda Lots and lots of happy memories from childhood. Living at the coast we spent most of our holidays on the beach, making 'gang camps'., swimming and playing games. If it started raining we ran to the indoor amusement park or into the caves! We also played all the usual street games (in teams), till it got dark and our parents shouted for us to come in! Not enough room on the boards to tell all my memories.It was a long time ago lol and a completely different way of life. As Harry used to say Happy Days!!! Mau x :O)

lynda, we used to get the boat train to weymouth and go to gurnsey too we live in nuneaton so not far from you it was magic wasnt it we used to stay at st sampson in some bungalows owned by a woman called june veron they were wonderfull holidays xxLynnxx

Lynn We stayed at St Sampsons too, Vale Road it was with Mr Mrs LePage. Such wonderful memories. We were very lucky don't you think, especially for the 1950's when I used to go. Lynda x

Going out on me bike for the day, with a bottle of Corparation Pop and me Jam sarnies having a laugh, you could have holes in socks and shoes no one judged you cos no one had nowt. Lil

lynda it was the late 60s when we used to go, my dad worked for british rail so we got cheap/free travel we were very lucky, a family of 5 kids and mum and dad and we used to have 3 weeks holiday every year, 2 weeks in june and 1 in september it was a lovely place i was about 9/10 when we first went but i remember it very clearly happy times xxLynnxx

Lil.......you're so right. Seemed everyone was equal! Mau :O)

Thank you all for your replies. It's good to think back on the good times though even as you say Lil when its bread and jam which it was most of the time with us, and I never had a bike either! Deprived I was! We used to play marbles in the entry and cricket with bits of wood and a dustbin lid. I think we were happy though, don't you? Lynda x

spending summer holidays at my nans in sussex having the freedom to play in the woods and the fields, picking blackberries and making pies with them.

Collecting Blackberries with my great Auntie Bell, Going to Pontins Brean sands in 1974, Making dens in the local woods, Long bike rides in the Lakes, Cazxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Believe me the bike would of been a frame you traded with the rag and bone man the wheels would have come off old bikes you found on the croft that people had dumped, they where the days cos if you had a bike you were lucky, using peoples old washing line to play skipping the mums would turn the line and there would be girls and boys all lining up for a turn, Happy Days as some one said Lil

My happiest memories were when as a child I would travel up from London to Yorkshire and spend a whole 6 weeks with my dear grandmother who spoilt me rotten. She was a tailoress, so always made me lovely clothes to take home. Wish she was still here as I HATE sewing. Stella

Always a lot of happy and funny memories of mum & dad, who could always make us laugh, many times without realising it. One such ocassion was when dad won a day out to Windermere. It was the middle of winter but, he was determined we would go! The Charra pulled up on the car park, we piled out with our sarnies and flask, brollies & macintoshes, and dad proceeded to write down the registration number of the charra, with his trusty, gnarled pencil stub...........which had been generously lubricated with saliver.................as the wind blustered around us and the rain pelted down. By which time my brother, whose macintosh had ballooned to Zeppelin size.............cursed and shouted against the howling gale...............Why bother dad.............it's the only Blue charra on the car park? We managed to struggle towards the edge of the lake, where the poor ducks were bobbing around like corks being jettisoned out of bottles..............and the rain continued to pebble dash us to the bone, when dad decided he wanted to feed the ducks!..........parents eh, who'd av em lol? He broke off a piece of crust and flung it towards the ducks, and the wind swept it up in the air and flung it sodden at dads feet. My brother and I just cracked up laughing............as mam and dad argued all day about the stupidity of it all................Mam couldn't even see the lake as big as it was.............her glasses were too misted over! Jen

LOL!! Jen I enjoyed that family tale!!! Mau;O)

Several where that came from Maureen lol! Been writing a book for the past ten years or so, in between other projects of course. Jen

My dad running down the garden path (made of ashes from the fire) pushing my brother and me sitting in the homemade wooden wheelbarrow. Reading my way round the children's room in our local library at Warlingham, Surrey. Visits on Xmas eve from our favourite uncle. We were allowed to stay up late and open the presents he brought us. nell

that was top jen. well funny with the ducks and yer mama glasses. My mums glasses use to always steam up and I do so remember the saliva on the pencil.lol. catherine xx

LOL Catherine, Think dad had that one all his life............it was only about an inch long and he always kept it in his inside coat pocket.........for emergencies he said! Jen

giving birth to all my kids. Debs