Memories of Childhood

OMG! I did not expect this-thank you so much I was agonising about it for weeks and whether this was a good idea. Yup, it was So many things to add and you lot have started with a bang. Charlemagne-sorry I left out 2000's because I wasn't sure if anyone was born around that time and a lot of what has been mentioned here is nostalgia for a bygone age.

It might interest you to know(some already know this) but I also intend to do a Cartoons thread for precisely those sort of memories but with a slight difference. I will reveal more when I do the thread shortly.

Babelover48-oh yes I have all my Subbuteo stuff(flick to kick) from years ago and when Toys R Us were still around I bought a team which I thought was Liverpool, but when I got it home and looked closer some idiot had labelled as such but it was clearly DENMARK! Do you still play it?

I have so many memories but here's one to put out. Do you remember joining up with things like Dennis the Menace/Gnasher or Fireball/Warlord comics that you could be a member of and get an exclusive wallet and badge etc?
I might have a surprise or two up my sleeves. Television, well each decade had its great shows and again I will add something about that shortly.

Skully-great set of programmes I am sure most people watched at least one or two. I was 13 in 1979!

Carl-yes I remember when fireworks were more dangerous in the hands of schoolboys and that is what developed my pathological hatred and fear of them - I remember one day coming back from school, someone came up behind me, put something in my hood and ran off-I panicked and threw it down on the ground-luckily however it was a spent one but it traumatised me again(the first time had been when I was a baby and someone threw one near my pram)

My earliest memory would be when I was about 1-2yrs old and I picked up two milk bottles and unfortunately they smashed together and cut my stomach open.

So many memories of childhood-keep em coming lads.

The world just seemed to be a safer place then... Yeah there were wrong uns about but in general, people just seemed to be friendlier than now...

Mid 70s...the stuff I wore...holy moly...there is a photo of me somewhere from Christmas 1974 with my having long shoulder length hair, (the thought of a trip to the barbers then was the equivalent of having to go to the dentist for root canal surgery without anasthetic) a tank top with a shirt under it with massive collars and purple flares with what look like Dr Marten boots on my feet...

Remember Stranger Danger! Actor Duncan Preston in a car trying to entice a kid into it-he was really creepy. I wonder sometimes if our memories sometimes play tricks on us-was it really that idyllic? I suppose many of us remember the nicer things of our lives.

Another one that will horrify the health and safety brigade. When at Infant School, would have been 6 going on 7, I can clearly remember at break which we'd have in class, (we had 2 classes - mine which was called the Welsh class because it was for the school's Welsh speakers where speaking English was a complete no-no, and the English class)...we each had a small glass bottle of milk which would be delivered to the school in a crate from the local dairy, and a Viscount biscuit.

I look back at these memories as I type them with fondness but sadness as well that those moments are now lost in time and so many of those people who were a part of those times are no longer with us.

Used to love free school milk-I was lucky I managed to snaffle two! When the then School secretary one Margaret Thatcher decided to stop it kids would yell out "Thatcher, Thatcher, milk snatcher"-should have known she'd be a total bitch later in life. It is true looking back will invoke memories of lost loved ones or friends but it shouldn't be dwelt on because we only remember the good times.
Here's another one for you-the School Disco-lining up on the side and watching those brave or stupid enough to go and ask a girl to dance-some were lucky, others got instant rejection. If only there had been a manual around to teach us boys all about girls.

I think that was the worst thing she did when the stopped the free milk at school, i don't think primary would be in a far healthier place with it now..

(19-01-2019 21:42 )GreenMachine Wrote:  Used to love free school milk-I was lucky I managed to snaffle two! When the then School secretary one Margaret Thatcher decided to stop it kids would yell out "Thatcher, Thatcher, milk snatcher"-should have known she'd be a total bitch later in life. It is true looking back will invoke memories of lost loved ones or friends but it shouldn't be dwelt on because we only remember the good times.
Here's another one for you-the School Disco-lining up on the side and watching those brave or stupid enough to go and ask a girl to dance-some were lucky, others got instant rejection. If only there had been a manual around to teach us boys all about girls.

i think there wee a lot o kids coupled up at school that were dating after for sure then.. bet a lot of your school mate have changed since...

My first girlfriend, a blonde girl tall and slim, began to catch my eye late 1978, early 79, (my raging early teenage hormones had already been fanned into a frenzy by my first sight of Debbie Harry on the television (the Denis video), my sitting there in our living room looking at the telly screen I can clearly recall the thermostat in my head going absolutely haywire and flushing bright red with my Mam tutting and going into the kitchen)

But anyways this girl, one lesson just happened to be sat next to me, God, I’ll never forget that feeling of insane infatuation, going beetroot red as she suddenly complimented me about something...after that we ended up talking and got together for a few months before her Dad got a job out of the area, so she moved schools. I was absolutely gutted, I cried myself to sleep every night for god knows how long. Even now, every now and then I wonder what if?

Sometimes..on a dark night..I still see her face. I’ve heard it often said that somewhere buried deep down, that a lot of men, never really truly get over that first love.

(19-01-2019 21:25 )GreenMachine Wrote:  OMG! I did not expect this-thank you so much I was agonising about it for weeks and whether this was a good idea. Yup, it was So many things to add and you lot have started with a bang. Charlemagne-sorry I left out 2000's because I wasn't sure if anyone was born around that time and a lot of what has been mentioned here is nostalgia for a bygone age.

It might interest you to know(some already know this) but I also intend to do a Cartoons thread for precisely those sort of memories but with a slight difference. I will reveal more when I do the thread shortly.

Babelover48-oh yes I have all my Subbuteo stuff(flick to kick) from years ago and when Toys R Us were still around I bought a team which I thought was Liverpool, but when I got it home and looked closer some idiot had labelled as such but it was clearly DENMARK! Do you still play it?

I have so many memories but here's one to put out. Do you remember joining up with things like Dennis the Menace/Gnasher or Fireball/Warlord comics that you could be a member of and get an exclusive wallet and badge etc?
I might have a surprise or two up my sleeves. Television, well each decade had its great shows and again I will add something about that shortly.

Skully-great set of programmes I am sure most people watched at least one or two. I was 13 in 1979!

Carl-yes I remember when fireworks were more dangerous in the hands of schoolboys and that is what developed my pathological hatred and fear of them - I remember one day coming back from school, someone came up behind me, put something in my hood and ran off-I panicked and threw it down on the ground-luckily however it was a spent one but it traumatised me again(the first time had been when I was a baby and someone threw one near my pram)

My earliest memory would be when I was about 1-2yrs old and I picked up two milk bottles and unfortunately they smashed together and cut my stomach open.

So many memories of childhood-keep em coming lads.

Not much Subbuteo now but got back more into the Logacta football game mate

School Dinners!

Oh my God....one of the more horrific memories of Junior School. You could smell it before dinner time. The sense of dread building in the pit of my stomach was almost enough to kill my appetite before I even got my plate of muck.

What culinary delights we had. Liver and an igloo shaped mashed potato which would have black lumpy bits in it which for some reason at the time had me convinced were peanuts. Absolutely hideous, another day we’d have some sort of fish with a thin layer of soft icky batter on it. Gruesome. The monstrosity that was called ‘Chicken Supreme’. Supreme it certainly was not. To say it was awful is being kind. The peas were like bullets, we used to joke in the mid 70s that the peas were bionic because we were convinced they would break windows being as rock hard as they were.


The puddings were just as bad...custard with skin on it..yuk...the revolting sago (which we would call frogspawn) - and no..putting a blob of jam in the middle of it does not make it any more appetising..ugh...and the worst of the lot...semolina...was like heated wallpaper paste which had milk added to it...strewth!