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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2011 21:54:05 GMT 1
 Okay you win...............  CWL 
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Post by Jazz on Jun 5, 2011 22:00:56 GMT 1
For all of our more senior posters and maybe some of the "more not so old" try this link:- www.whirligig-tv.co.uk/radio/That old, familiar "Its 12 noon in Britain and 1pm in Germany and its time for............  starts us off.......I can almost smell the roast beef and Yorkshire pudding.....gravy!   |
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Post by Shadow on Jun 5, 2011 22:02:07 GMT 1
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Post by Jazz on Jun 5, 2011 22:09:15 GMT 1
We had, believe it or not, a "leather man"....he came round on his bike, came in for a cup of tea and made leather wallets, handbags, belts etc. He was a Highlander and a real gent. I can picture him now. |
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Post by Shadow on Jun 5, 2011 22:13:20 GMT 1
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Post by Jazz on Jun 5, 2011 22:17:58 GMT 1
No "Tin Man" though Shads......pity about that! ;D
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Post by Ann1 on Jun 5, 2011 22:23:07 GMT 1
I wish the knife grinder still came round!!! My dad always used to get the garden shears done and the odd pair of scissors. We have a pair of garden shears, as blunt as owt, Jazz has a hell of a job cutting the Russian Vine  I supervise to make sure it gets done properly ;D Maybe it's a business opportunity for someone, I'm sure there are a lot of blunt shears out there 
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Post by Jazz on Jun 5, 2011 22:59:35 GMT 1
Aye, its "shear" hell trying to cut that vine! ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D |
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Post by Pollypeterborough on Jun 5, 2011 23:11:19 GMT 1
Hello Folks, I just joined the forum and thought I would pass on my memories. the saturday matinee cost 3d , there was the Durango Kid, Roy Rogers with Smiley Burnett and Trigger, we would take a beer bottle back to the local pub and get the 3d deposit from it, one of my memories is of my elder brother billy going to the Ice Cream man ( horse drawn ) and getting 2 cones, one for me and one for himself, this was a very rare treat and only happened when our uncle fred visited, I would watch Billy licking fast at one of the cones then drop it as he climbed back over the fence and say sorry I dropped yours then walk off to eat his own' Happy Days ? regards from Geordie And the best seats where 6d. remember it well bag of chips on the way home. like you say happy days. |
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Post by geordie on Jun 6, 2011 20:15:54 GMT 1
Another person that came was the fish wife from North Shields, she arrived on the bus with two massive wicker baskets and about 4 boxes of fish, she left the boxes outside our door on the pavement and went hawking her fish in the streets, returning to fill the boxes now and then. my stepfather used to get the fish heads free and feed them to a pig he had on an allotment. when it was killed at Christmas it looked like pork but smelled and tasted of fish,
I seem to think the fish wifes name was Molly but am not sure, I dont thik that she would be allowed to take her whares onto a bus nowadays, she used to put them in the cubby hole behind the conductor on a double decker and always came on a Friday, I just fancy some rolled herring now.
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Post by geordie on Jun 6, 2011 20:19:10 GMT 1
My step father was a miner back in the fifties, He worked in a drift mine, the Bessie at Blaydon Burn,he used to say that he was working in an eighteen inch seam with 24 inches of water in it, I still wonder how he breathed!
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Post by Jazz on Jun 6, 2011 22:29:44 GMT 1
I remember the fish wives, Geordie....also remember, not so long back having lads coming round the pubs with prawns, shrimps....seems to have died out now even in the less salubrious pubs....not that I frequent them, of course....ha, ha, ha! Also buying winkles, seafood, in Cullercoats direct from the table in front of the fishermen's cottage. Years later, I lived in one of those same cottages.....no real fishermen left there now of course. |
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Post by Jazz on Jun 8, 2011 13:12:23 GMT 1
Thinking back about loads of horse manure being dumped outside people houses reminds me of the piles of coal outside miner's houses....their allowance from the pits. People would probably play hell about that now....obstructing the highway etc etc! How times have changed! |
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Post by geordie on Jun 8, 2011 20:26:30 GMT 1
Hi Jazz, that brought bck a memory re the coal, my step father would come home from a shift at the pit and shovel it straight over the fence into the coalhouse which had a small square opening, it was about a 3 yard throw and he would have a ton in it in about 20 minutes whithout breaking into a sweat, when he was short of a 'set in' at the pub,he would sell a bucket of coal to a neighbour at 3d a time, then climb over the fence come into the house and have a bath in the old galvanised one, but he would never have his back washed by mum because it would weaken him, all his pit mates where the same, they only washed their backs for the summer holidays.
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Post by wateroftyne on Jun 10, 2011 21:40:37 GMT 1
Going back a bit, on the radio: This is "THE MAN IN BLACK" horrow stories Saturday night
Also good Paul Temple, detective serial
Childrens hour
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