Pffft when i was six months old we lived in cardboard box in middle of road ….hmmm i may have nicked this from somewhereLuxury. We used to hafta get 'out the lake, 3 am, clean the lake, eat a handful 'o hot gravel, work 20 hours a day at mill, for a penny a month, and dad would beat us about the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were lucky.
That's funny... we also called it the 'front room ' even though it was in the backOh you were posh….i grew up in a council house and our ‘coke’ stove was in the kitchen (it had a back boiler to heat water as well…Friday was bath night. We did have a fire in the ‘front room’, but always had to wait for dad to come home so it could be lit. Would two coal bunkers be considered posh?
Pretty sure that was on the corner of Cobden RoadYes same here I remember when my parents had some plumbing put in and we had no bathroom for a couple of weeks so as kids we were marched off somewhere near the pepper pot Queen’s Park was a public baths you got a cubicle with an old metal bath you had to shout for the attendant outside to turn the hot water on.
our house originally had only an outside toilet which was absolutely freezing in the winter and in the summer always had the biggest spiders which made sure you were never in there any longer than absolutely necessary.
we also had a wash room with a big butler sink and wooden draining and my mum had this twin tub washing machine which had a washing section then you dragged the wet washing into the spinner it had two tubes one went on the tap to fill the other was to empty the machine into the sink unlike modern machines you could not switch it on and walk away it required a lot of user interaction.
this is quite fun just remembering how it was all those years ago, just remembered we had a cold larder which had a huge air brick that allowed cold air to flood in and it had a huge thick walls and a concrete shelf which was used as the household cold storage before we got our first fridge, we also had the first phone in the street and neighbours would ask to use it I recall that a number of them who at Christmas would be calling relatives in Australia or America which my dad was always worried about the costs.
I remember 1966 World Cup final I was a child of 6 but again the street all came in as we had the only TV
Yes - top of Islingword Rd - corner of Cobden - my old neighbourhood when I lived in Brighton.
Did you go to Elm Grove ?Yes - top of Islingword Rd - corner of Cobden - my old neighbourhood when I lived in Brighton.
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Oh yes…often caught stick insectsCollecting insects, newts, tadpoles…that sort of thing. Was very common.
Also growing cress on wet kitchen roll.
Once got the upper half of a BIG tent pole embedded in my foot doing this. About 3 feet long with a 2 or 3 inch spike on the top. OUCH!Thought of another one….Splits with a knife game …remember once stabbing my right shin
And when you needed a sticker, you had to be careful not to sound too needy. If you did, the swap request might have been higher. If I really needed a sticker I would infer that I wasn't sure but would take it anyway.Going to the local newsagents and using your pocket money to buy Panini stickers. The sheer joy of finding a silver/gold club badge, and absolutely ecstasy when it was the Albion. Swapping them in the playground at breaks "got, got, need, got, need, need". Establishing exchange rates for club badges v. Scottish Div 3 Team pics. Fulfilment of completing the whole album.
Oh, and the four new Commando comics every month. Learning a select few foreign words "Gott in Himmel" "Achtung" "Banzai".