rulefan
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Those were the days
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Imurg
The Grinder Of Pars (Semi Crocked)
Oh Man....you are OLD!!
SwingsitlikeHogan
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Times were a bit tough in the SILH’s folks house in the early to mid-70s…so much so that when, late 1975, potatoes became a bit scarce on the shelf and then on into summer 1976 the cost of potatoes soared so much that my mum switch to pasta for some meals. My dad was VERY unimpressed by having spaghetti served up with his meat and veg. In fact he hated it, and hated how it was eaten, and my mum had to cut it up into 1” long pieces.
Would never happen today of course
And he never got used to yo-goort as my mum insisted upon calling it (Ski of course)
These and all the rest in the list are of course 100% true (…and despite lack of money at times, we didn’t eat brown bread)
Would never happen today of course
And he never got used to yo-goort as my mum insisted upon calling it (Ski of course)
These and all the rest in the list are of course 100% true (…and despite lack of money at times, we didn’t eat brown bread)
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backwoodsman
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Just goes to show that 'the good old days' were actually a bit rubbish 
bobmac
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25. Forks never to be turned upside down.
26. Permission had to be given before you left the table.
27. If you didn't finish your food there was no pudding.
26. Permission had to be given before you left the table.
27. If you didn't finish your food there was no pudding.
bobmac
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We never had scary potatoes
SwingsitlikeHogan
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lolWe never had scary potatoes
SwingsitlikeHogan
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If we didn’t finish our dinner it was put in the fridge and served up at tea time (and it was dinner and tea not the rather effete lunch and dinner that the folks of Kelvinside might partake of)
The road I lived in in the mid/late 60’s had around 50 houses. I doubt there was more than 15 cars, probably less than 10. Now there’s at least 1 car per house. The ICI and British Steel buses would drop off at least 20 workers. Those buses don’t run anymore, and I’d be surprised if there’s 2 ICI workers on that road now.
My dad had a decent job, inc company car. Pretty much a non-drinker apart from a game of snooker and a beer with my uncle on Wednesday evening. Mum was a great cook/baker, and we ate well but cheaply.
The summer holiday was a week in a caravan down in Scarborough or maybe even Great Yarmouth. If we went foreign, it was to Scotland.
Mortgages were 2x, or occasionally 2.5x salary. Most mums stayed home. And as a result, there wasn’t a huge amount of disposable income.
1970 saw a change of job, for dad, and a trek from NE England to North Wales. The house sold for £6,500 but it was a huge stretch for them to buy a comparable house 12 miles from Chester for £10,500. And the week in Scarborough, in a caravan, became a week in Torquay in a chalet at Pontin’s. A treat was a meal out, once in a blue moon, maybe chicken or scampi in a basket.
But go back further to 1961 and I can remember my dad and granddad coming home from the shipyard on bikes. And tea could be a rabbit, I was told it was chicken, from a hutch in the garden. More a shed than a hutch, and anything up to a dozen rabbits. Bottom end of the garden was the veg plot, and it wasn’t a small plot. A day out then would be Redcar races for my dad & Granddad, and my mum, gran and me would be on the beach.
Life wasn’t harder or easier back then, it was what it was.
My dad had a decent job, inc company car. Pretty much a non-drinker apart from a game of snooker and a beer with my uncle on Wednesday evening. Mum was a great cook/baker, and we ate well but cheaply.
The summer holiday was a week in a caravan down in Scarborough or maybe even Great Yarmouth. If we went foreign, it was to Scotland.
Mortgages were 2x, or occasionally 2.5x salary. Most mums stayed home. And as a result, there wasn’t a huge amount of disposable income.
1970 saw a change of job, for dad, and a trek from NE England to North Wales. The house sold for £6,500 but it was a huge stretch for them to buy a comparable house 12 miles from Chester for £10,500. And the week in Scarborough, in a caravan, became a week in Torquay in a chalet at Pontin’s. A treat was a meal out, once in a blue moon, maybe chicken or scampi in a basket.
But go back further to 1961 and I can remember my dad and granddad coming home from the shipyard on bikes. And tea could be a rabbit, I was told it was chicken, from a hutch in the garden. More a shed than a hutch, and anything up to a dozen rabbits. Bottom end of the garden was the veg plot, and it wasn’t a small plot. A day out then would be Redcar races for my dad & Granddad, and my mum, gran and me would be on the beach.
Life wasn’t harder or easier back then, it was what it was.
I used to work 37 hours a day and live in a shoe box in a lake.
Voyager EMH
Slipper Wearing Plucker of Pheasants
Er ... Number 19?
People in South Wales have been eating laverbread for centuries.
Tried it myself in the early 1970s.
People in South Wales have been eating laverbread for centuries.
Tried it myself in the early 1970s.
Luxury! I used to have to lick road clean with me tongue.
RichA
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Pudding you say? Fancy!
bobmac
Major Champion
Fish supper every Friday night, eaten out of newspaper.
One phone in the hall.
One 14in black and white tele shared between 3 kids.
Talented people on the tele (2 channels)
Ker-plunk, mousetrap, Cluedo, Monopoly,
Dodgy uncles
School bullies
Little bottles of milk at play time.
Spelling lessons
No pot holes
Summers that lasted months
One phone in the hall.
One 14in black and white tele shared between 3 kids.
Talented people on the tele (2 channels)
Ker-plunk, mousetrap, Cluedo, Monopoly,
Dodgy uncles
School bullies
Little bottles of milk at play time.
Spelling lessons
No pot holes
Summers that lasted months
bobmac
Major Champion
Jam sponge with milk or rhubarb tart (home made)
Voyager EMH
Slipper Wearing Plucker of Pheasants
Loads of children buried alive at Aberfan.
Nit-nurse inspecting your scalp at school.
Being gassed at the dentist - waking up from that and puking with blood in it.
Breathing in all sorts of noxious stuff wafting over from Margam.
Those WERE the days.
Nit-nurse inspecting your scalp at school.
Being gassed at the dentist - waking up from that and puking with blood in it.
Breathing in all sorts of noxious stuff wafting over from Margam.
Those WERE the days.
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I remember my mum ironing whilst Aberfan was on the news. I remember her tears and the hugs she was giving me and my sister whilst she wept and wept. I was 8 then, and my sister was 3. We didn’t have much clue what was going on but we were confused and frightened.
As for nitty-Nora the hair explorer… ouch!
I’d add in Churchill’s funeral as a vivid memory.
I also remember the day my sister was born, 22nd November 1963, probably more because JFK was assassinated.
RichA
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Driving to south Wales in a Ford Cortina for the annual summer holiday - four kids sitting unbelted in the back with a fifth cross-legged in the front passenger footwell by mum's feet, watching the tarmac fly by through the rust holes in the floor. 
Imurg
The Grinder Of Pars (Semi Crocked)
It's actually a miracle we all made it to adulthood isn't it......
bobmac
Major Champion
And now it's absolute bedlam if you 'accidentally' change the wi-fi password 
