'Carpet Beaters' to beat the rugs. The rugs were put over the washing line and beaten to death. Funny shaped things made out of cane or bamboo,that looked like a tennis raquet with a fancy middle. Can you still get them? If not, someone should bring them back.
Outside boilers in the washhouse. Waahing day took all day. Poor mums.
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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
'Carpet Beaters' to beat the rugs. The rugs were put over the washing line and beaten to death. Funny shaped things made out of cane or bamboo,that looked like a tennis raquet with a fancy middle. Can you still get them? If not, someone should bring them back.
Lewis's Grotto.They seemed to have scenes from all the fairy stories in each window. How brilliant it was, everything moved. Absolute magic and the reason for still believing in fairies.
(for those who might make remarks, the spritied ones are all Gods creatures)
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
Someone else should expand on that one Lemonhead. It would seem you had experience!
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
'Carpet Beaters' to beat the rugs. The rugs were put over the washing line and beaten to death. Funny shaped things made out of cane or bamboo,that looked like a tennis raquet with a fancy middle. Can you still get them? If not, someone should bring them back.
Outside boilers in the washhouse. Waahing day took all day. Poor mums.
Here you are Granny
God help us, Come yourself, Don't send Jesus, This is no place for children.
Photo's to help with memories, mock ups at Heritage Park.
The Hair drier on top of the purple plinth possibly rollers? last photo..I remember my Mum wearing one of those thrown across her shoulder it came with a shoulder strap` she could do chores whilst drying her hair. We had a one of those hoovers you pushed along back and forth forgot the name of them
i scored 14! does that make me ancient?lol 2 tv channels---at least there was something to watch then!! we had a murel on the wall with 3 ducks flying across[like hilda ogden!lol] and a cuckoo clock that came out every hour!!and over the fireplace was brick effect wallpaper and a mirror with a picture painted on it, oh how you burnt your legs from the coal fire when looking in it!!! i remember nan had a mangle in the back yard, and mum had a grey tin boiler in the corner of the kitchen that was lit by gas, later on she had a one tub washing machine with a little mangel attached to it how things have progressed!!! and camp coffee that mum would buy for dad,we were'nt allowed to touch it! dad would have it with conny onny in it---and it was so bitter! we also had a ''radiogram''and you could put at least 7 records on it and they would drop down one after another, and if there was a warped one then the rest would sound warped lol!
One thing I remember was when the dustman/binman/non-recyclable-material transfer management operatives (or whatever you call them today) used to let himself in, hoist up the big metal bin and carry it to the wagon (two at a time sometimes). The part I remember most is how the entire rear of the wagon would lift itself up into the air so that the rubbish would fall to one end so thy could put more in. Most of it was ash from the coal fire (the bins always had a NO HOT ASH sign on them), very little was thrown away, excess packaging didn't exist, old clothes and bits of "stuff" was collected by the Rag&Bone man, and all the glass bottles had a deposit on them, so you took them back.
Thinking back I suppose we recycled even more than is done now, we just didn't think of it that way.
oh yeah i remember the bin men coming round the back to get your bin--empty it ''and'' bring it back-----not leave it half way up the road like they do now!! oh, and the coal man coming, his face covered in coal!!and you knew what time it was in the morning when you heard the rattle of the milk float!!!
just remembered something else-----the chimney sweep---every were had to be covered up when he came, oh and the leccey and gas man coming to empty the meter and he would sit at the kitchen table counting the money and you got so much back. all the memorys are coming back now lol
Not sure about the tudor style cradle tho' Bert, that's pushing it a wee bit!
Ewbanks....I still have one. It's about 27 years old .
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
just remembered something else-----the chimney sweep---every were had to be covered up when he came, oh and the leccey and gas man coming to empty the meter and he would sit at the kitchen table counting the money and you got so much back. all the memorys are coming back now lol
Someone once told me (many years ago) that chimney soot was good for the garden. So after my chimney was swept, guess what? Then someone said the soot had to be weathered for about 12 months. So guess what? Got the hoover out!
A bit like the hogs hair carpet tiles of the 1970's. Someone told me they should be watered, so I bought a watering can!
(Sorry, that was abit after childhood. My mistake but I'll leave it in anyway)
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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
