satindoll
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course it was all that loverly fat mmmmmmmmm
I'm pretty sure Wimpey was good for your health, well it might have been ??
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Last time I went in a Wimpey there were ash trays on the table.
For years after colour t.v. came out my grandfather used to watch sport on his black and white rented t.v. - he could afford a colour one, but didn't want to pay for colour licence (and he rented as he could call out their repair man, who lived in the next street if he needed him! ). He could identify all the balls on his black and white screen easily - never worked out how he did it!And for those of you watching (snooker) in black and white, the blue is behind the pink.
We lived in a terraced house in North London, and the "Dustmen" as they were called then, would walk through the house to the back yard to pick up the dustbins, which were metal in those days and carry them through to empty them into the back of the dust carts, then return them to our back yards. A bit smelly as I remember.
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Most of my memories of past times go back to my grandparents old terraced house in west Wales, probably as I was brought up in a newer more modern area. I remember the bin and coal men coming through the house, the butchers and bakers vans coming to the village every week - bringing the freshest meat I've ever had - meat straight from the slaughterhouse. My grandparents had a viscious mini Pekingese dog who let everyone in, but wouldn't let them out. The window cleaner regularly had to be rescued after going up his ladder as she wouldn't let him come down. She didn't like us much either, we could go in and out but heaven help us if we touched her basket or toys. Even so, they're good memories!
Just reading everyone's memories makes me smile, in today's world we would probably be considered really 'poor' the way in which we lived - outside loo, tin bath once a week with water boiled in the old 'copper' and ladled into the bath and topped up after each of us bathed (cleanest and smallest first). But I tell you everyone took pride in their washing blowing on the lines, and whitened doorsteps and window cills. We had very little but what we did gave we treasured and looked after. Phew .... Went on a bit there
Donkey stones.
Was washing whiter then, Its not that long ago, or maybe it is, I used to take great pride and a lot of smugness when putting out my babes nappies on the line, communal gardens, mine were white and the neighbours would rush out and take their grey ones in, then one day one said how did I get them so white so I showed them the bucket I used for boiling them before putting in machine, needless to say after that mine weren't then the only white ones on show
Donkey stones, local to parts of north west England. Chunks of red sandstone where I lived. Mams used them as an abrasive to scrub the front doorstep. Then wipe step with wet cloth. Came up really clean, especially if used Aunt Sally in the water.I may be getting senile but what are Donkey Stones or do you mean the iron rings that used to be in walls or set into some pavements for tying up the horses, god I'm showing my age here Horse Troughs
Communal Laundry had a Hotpoint Westinghouse giant machine that looked like a oil barrel on wheels with a wringer on top 2/- for an hours use, luxury, for those things that needed a good scrub the old washboard was tops, Think my daughter has still got it a bit decrepit but gets those grass stains out of the kiddies socks cose you can't boil them any more, the passing years may dim my sight, my hair went silver now its white lol
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