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Steve Barrand
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quotePosted at 10:11 on 6th August 2008
Paul you have changed your avatar as well......nice one. Tongue out
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Alan Marron
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quotePosted at 04:18 on 23rd August 2008
On 15th July 2008 07:29, Lyn Greenaway wrote:
There were shops similar to this where I'ved as a child, ahh the memories. You couldn't help yourself, you had to wait for the shopkeeper to get everything for you. There's wasn't the selection like there is today in the supermarkets, but it was more 'personal' and friendly I think.
Shop in Haworth
Picture by Sharon West


Come back Arkwright - all is forgiven!  The shops when I was young (in about 1,000,000 years BC) were always places that gave good service and value for money, now they're mainly places where big multi-nationals satisfy their greed.  Sad isn't it - or is that just me?
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Alan Marron
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quotePosted at 04:21 on 23rd August 2008
On 15th July 2008 11:40, Andy Edwards wrote:

Now that's what I call a shop Lyn!! Spending pennies on things instead of pounds was a pleasurable experience. Nowadays, I bet penny bubblegums are 40p or something just as ridiculous. I well remember popping into the local shop with my pocket money and buying the packs of cards with chewing gum in (do they still exist?) that lovely pink gum with the powder on that made the cards smell so sweet. And the walk to the shop was always so nice....that shiny round thing was very often in the sky, and summer really did exist, in the pre ''global warming'' days. Didn't we used to walk a lot then as well? On summer afternoons, after school, I and some friends used to walk over Portsdown hill to Southwick (Hants) and out into the countryside. Fantastic times! Perhaps that's why I enjoy strolling about nowadays, although it's not the same anymore, just because I'm older maybe, or because things have changed so much. I don't recall seeing so much litter then, there certainly wasn't the traffic there is today....and I'm sure there was much more wildlife. When did you last see a grasshopper? I know I've mentioned this before, in another thread, but it's mad. I've seen ONE grasshopper in the 12 years I've been in Yorkshire!! In fact, here it is, I was so amazed to see it, I took a picture of it on my hand.

 

Living in a very small village on the outskirts of town, there are a lot of farms around, and the old railway line (long closed) is now a country walk, so there are always plenty of nice walks to enjoy - it's finding the time these days thasts so difficult.
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Alan Marron
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quotePosted at 04:25 on 23rd August 2008
On 15th July 2008 13:24, Wolf wrote:

Gosh Lyn you sure know how to make money, and I don't think I could come at the fried locusts thanks.

Do you remember the Saturday afternoon matinee at the pictures ?

Roy Rogers, Hopalong Cassidy, Flash Gordon and the like.

Back in 1966 I remeber on a day off from work I watched an old Batman serial - they'd glued all 26 episodes together and sent it out as a 'Cinethon' (at least I think thats what they called it).  Before even Adam West was born!
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quotePosted at 04:30 on 23rd August 2008
On 16th July 2008 17:49, Mick Bean wrote:
On 16th July 2008 15:22, Sue H wrote:
Where have all the Primroses gone that used to grow in the hedgerows? When I was little they used to be everywhere.



Oh, how odd, only this year did I say to her indoors "Look, it's been ages since we last saw some primroses" she quickly put me right by telling me what I saw was dandylyons (bad spelling). I remember as a kid primroses on the banks of railway lines, millions of em. Do they still frequent the said locations?

 

Sadly our natural flora and fauna are being wiped out by modern lifestyles.  It's just as well POEnglanders are around to record what we're losing, with so many beautiful pictures.  If someone doesn't do somethjing to protect the environment soon, the pics will be all we have left!
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Alan Marron
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quotePosted at 04:37 on 23rd August 2008
On 19th July 2008 14:46, Peter Evans wrote:

As kids, when I was on a break fron the Hospital. We always went to my Grandmothers for R & R. She lived in a little old cottage in the cemetary, my Grandad was the grave digger. My uncle and I used to go out in the morning and hitch a lift all over South Wales.Very often we would be given a couple of bob to us get home too. We were safe as houses then.

Kids cant do that today. I went up to see the house and see if it had changed. Oh boy, had it changed. It is now a car park.Good job I have the memories because nothing else is left, even my uncle is dead, and he was two years younger than me as well.

I remember that I used to visit an aunt in Chester-le-Street.  Their garden had loads of fruit bushes (blackcurrants, loganberries and such) and she used to make her own jam.  Since she was always baking fresh bread, buns and girdle cakes, you can imagine why it was a favourite place to visit.

Bread hot from the oven, spread with butter that just melted in and then topped with home made jam.  What a treat that was!

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quotePosted at 05:03 on 23rd August 2008

Living in a very small village on the outskirts of town, there are a lot of farms around, and the old railway line (long closed) is now a country walk, so there are always plenty of nice walks to enjoy - it's finding the time these days thasts so difficult.

Written by Alan Marron.

Where I lived as a kid there too was a railway track, now called the Wirral Way, a walking and cycling track. But as kids we didn't need any fancy walkway, we just walked along the track anyway. We watched the birds in the trees and woods, not in man-made nest boxes and pay as you enter nature parks.

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Peter Evans
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quotePosted at 11:17 on 23rd August 2008
My fathers mother lived in Caerphilly, south Wales. In her back garden she used to grow black currents, red currents, rasberries, blackberries, goosberries, strawberries and loads more. She was always backing fruit  pies and making her own jam. There was a shelf all the way round the four walls of the kitchen, jam packed with preserves and her home made jam. Oh the smells from that kitchen was fantstic. My mouth is watering just thinking about it now.
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quotePosted at 22:34 on 23rd August 2008
My Dads parents lived in Merthyr Tydfil, South Wales also  Peter, in a miners cottage from about c1910, not enough room to swing a cat, no bathroom or seperate kitchen, no hot water and no garden to speak of, had to cook on the open fire and the loo was outside by the front gate and had to be emptied once a week. They had coal delivered for free (or at least very cheap as my grandfather was a miner) and had to carry it up from the road by hand. I don't know how my grandmother bought up 3 boys in such a small house.....Good days???..... but I loved visiting them and walking the hills behind their house.Smile
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Peter Evans
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quotePosted at 23:32 on 23rd August 2008
Oh yeh Lyn, the free coal deivery. A ton of coal, I think twice a year, dropped on the road. Had to be wheel barrowed round to the back garden. Some of those lumps were 2 ft long by 1 ft thick. All the cooking done on a cast iron range. Hers was about 8 ft long with an oven on either side of the fire. I remember her getting out the blacking and brushing it up to a shine. She brought up 13 kids in a 2 bedroom house. Tin bath in front of the fire for when the boys came home from the mines. And grandad was called the boss. Yup, the good old days.
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