Changing the accumulator (wet acid battery) at Eric Elias's or the old bike hire place in Beckwith Street. This was for the radio, on which we used to listen to Radio Luxemburg on 208 metres medium wave. Redifusion cable TV with the switch labelled A, B, C for the programmes. The big magnifying glass to put front of the screen to make the TV picture bigger. Licking the remains of the conny onny tin (condensed milk). Nicking a stick of rhubarb from the allotments on the way to Seacombe. My long range memory is ok, it's the short range I'm having bother with.
Ah the wonderful telegram. Fastest bit of written information in its time. It brought either good or bad news and in very short format because it was expensive to send.
When I had my babies was the last time I received one sending congratulations. Still have it.
If you had a day out with the family you took a hamper or just the flasks and sandwiches. No pub lunches available.
Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect. ~Chief Seattle
Don't remember that Geekus but do remember the tablespoon of Malt everyday, cod liver oil capsules and milk of magesia!
Allenbury's Diet.. does anyone know hat that was?
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Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect. ~Chief Seattle
The guy from the Corpy Lighting Dept. who came round with his ladder once a week. He wound up the clockwork timeswitch that switched the gas lamps on/off. He had an old canvas bag slung over his shoulder that held the boxes of new mantles.
Jumping up and down on the pneumatic rubber strip that changed the traffic lights. (Not me you understand)
A "Bus & Boat Return" ticket when going to L'pool. (1/8d from Prenton Dell Rd. or 8 1/2p !!!!!)
Tram rides from the Pier Head to Kirby or Bowring Park - just for the joy of the journey.
I remember 14 and I don't consider myself ancient.
One thing that flashed through my mind when reading that was spud guns and spud men, I remember having plastic ears, noses, lips and legs etc and sticking them in spuds to make spud men.
Oh and by the way, we still have glass milk bottles delivered to the door.
God help us, Come yourself, Don't send Jesus, This is no place for children.
They still sell the spud men stuff bert, but Toy Story's Mr.Potato Head is better known and they sell them as ready assembled characters as if kids today wouldn't want to play with a real potato (unless they're chucking it at someone).
I got 13 out of 14 in the quiz, I lost one point as I was not familiar with the ice tray gizmo. So I am officially classed as ancient, a fact that I had long suspected. All these reminiscences make me think fondly of the days gone by. Just took three of my grandkids aged from 15 to 22 to McDonalds in Bromborough for breakfast this morning. As I was looking through the window at the thriving retail park I was musing to my grandson that when I worked at Stork Margarine works in the 1960’s the area was just empty fields with just one building in the centre and that was Stork Margarine social club, the fields were well known for the hares that lived there. I was also reminded of the fact that young boys wore short trousers until they got their first pair of long trousers around the age of thirteen. Wellies were the order of the day in winter if the weather was wet and you were wearing short trousers the wellies chafed – resulting in chapped legs, a condition that won’t be missed by our modern youth. As an official Ancient I consider that there have been many changes in my lifetime and that most of them have been for the better and I am just glad that I am still here and fit enough to appreciate all the changes that have occurred in the years gone by.
