Bygone days ....

The veg man used to deliver to our road, all his veg in a hand cart that he pulled himself. The fish man came in a van. Mum used to follow the rag & bone man plus horse down the road with a shovel, picking up the horse manure for her roses. Yes, the pop man was a regular too, plus a dog meat man with great chunks of raw meat for canine consumption. Shopping every day for meat for the night's tea (no fridges then), and keeping butter on the tiled hearth in the front room to keep it cool. Fresh butter, chunks of it, no wrapping. The telegraph pole outside our house was a great substitute for cricket stumps. I walked to primary school every day, come hail or shine, and part of my route was through a disused quarry with steep water filled dips. Great in winter when they iced over. Ice on the inside of all the windows in winter, far too cold to have a wash, school clothes warming on a clothes horse in front of the all night fire. Ah what memories.

I only remember one orange corona, but I used to drink at least a bottle every day.....

Yes Sunday was bath night!

JACKTHELAD said:

Just Googled and yeah it was Tango.

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really....I was deprived, never had that.

Does anyone remember Eiffel Tower...that lemon/lime drink you used to make from a little jar of crystals? It was the most refreshing drink ever.....great for Summer

What could be nicer
Than a Pendleton's Twicer.

JACKTHELAD said:

Hard to imagine now but the main beam switch in the car was on the floor.
Cold mornings the car wouldn't start without choking it and sometimes manually cranking it and at night a parking light had to be attached to the outside!

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i remember my dad cranking our Ford Popular, and feeling nervous about it because it seemed like it was going to take his arm off! I remember the attached parking light - I think it was squashed into the gap at the top of the window? I remember the yellow plastic arm which flipped up on the side of the car when we turned left or right. I also remember huge family groups piling into the car for a summer picnic trip. No such thing as seatbelt per seat! Journeys to a holiday in Cornwall took hours and hours, long waits at Honiton while ice-cream sellers plied up and down the long queues of cars. The car didn't like the stop-start, and would sometimes give up the ghost, more waiting then for the AA. Happy, heady days for motorists.

Heady days of our first exotic cuisine: seem to remember them as Vesta Paella, and Beef Risotto - contents were cellophane sachets of dried ingredients that you added to a frying-pan with boiling water. Yum.
First green pepper? First fruit yoghurt? Acid tasting and thin Eden Vale.
Saturday morning was fizzy pop. My dad would select 2 bottles (or 3 if he was feeling flush) from a door-to-door Corona salesman. They lasted us the week, picked up the following Saturday from our doorstep next to the milk-crate.

JACKTHELAD said:

Every desk in the classroom had an inkwell and there had to be an ink monitor of course.
A wee stick with a scratchy nib on the end and each kid had a blotter.
We all used to go home covered in ink!
Then came the ball point pen and ... our headmaster banned it from the school saying it would lower standards!

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Your headmaster was right. It did!

Maths lessons having to use our brains and log tables rather than the not-yet-invented calculators. Long division. Long multiplication.
A few years ago I did a long division on a scrap of paper when out with some younger people. They were gobsmacked. Not one had a clue how to do it and they were not unintelligent people.

lizdeluz said:

Journeys to a holiday in Cornwall took hours and hours, long waits at Honiton while ice-cream sellers plied up and down the long queues of cars.

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Oh God, the dreaded Exeter by-pass. Dad would hire a Ford Pop for holidays and Christmas trips to Lancashire before we owned a car. On the way to Cornwall you could park on the A303 next to Stonehenge and have a picnic on the grass leaning up against the stones - no mass tourism around.

Heady days of our first exotic cuisine: seem to remember them as Vesta Paella, and Beef Risotto - contents were cellophane sachets of dried ingredients that you added to a frying-pan with boiling water. Yum.
First green pepper? First fruit yoghurt? Acid tasting and thin Eden Vale.

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"Eden Vale yoghurt, it's the young idea" ....

I remember the first time Mum made ratatouille for a dinner party out of her Cordon Bleu cookery course collection.

Bluetit1802 said:

Maths lessons having to use our brains and log tables rather than the not-yet-invented calculators. Long division. Long multiplication.
A few years ago I did a long division on a scrap of paper when out with some younger people. They were gobsmacked. Not one had a clue how to do it and they were not unintelligent people.

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At primary school the race to get stars against your name for learning all the times tables to teacher's satisfaction. Having to sit and eat ghastly school dinners (gristle and boiled cabbage Monday, bangers and beans Wednesday, the beans handy for mixing with that mashed potato with the green lumps in, fish fingers on Friday (yay) - can't remember the others.

Kids who had their diseases in term time when I always got mine in the holidays

Going to the local GP and just sitting and waiting to see him, never took long. GPs who came to the house when I had chicken pox, German measles or whatever.

School dinners ..... sago and jam. yuk. I never stayed once at Grammar school. I used my half crown dinner money in the local coffee bar. 5 fags shared between 3 of us, a tomato toastie and an expresso coffee. Those were certainly the days.

I bet the coffee came in those strange clear pyrex cups?

Just remembered about stirring jam into the semolina pudding to make it palatable.

sanguine said:

I bet the coffee came in those strange clear pyrex cups?

Just remembered about stirring jam into the semolina pudding to make it palatable.

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Yes, the cups were just that. It was semolina that I was thinking of, not sago pudding. I just ate the jam.

Cream soda mixed with milk - now that takes me back, along with sugar on white buttered bread - and I wonder how I became diabetic!