katyjay

I spent many a happy hour at Bulwell Lido, as did thousands of kids from that area. I wondered if it was still around, I guess not.

Those white lines are at the top of Bailey Street. My aunt and uncle lived a few doors down from there. After watching the coronation on their telly [bought specially for the occasion. 9 inch screen] we went to the Duke of Newcastle's coronation party. The beeroff opposite, I used to go in for my gran's jug of ale. She had the poker in the fire ready for my return, when she plunged it in the jug to warm the beer. Yum yum! She lived just round the corner, on Marlow Ave.

I always had fresh squeezed lemon or orange juice, and sugar on mine. But my husband, and now my kids [after seeing him do it] put vinegar and sugar on theirs.

Anything toasted on the end of a toasting fork and done in the fire, tasted far superior to a proper toaster. You can only get orange marmalade over here, so I make my own lime, or lemon and lime marmalade, as it's so much tastier than just plain old orange. Thanks Caz!! You've now got me hankering for a Jacob's Cream Cracker. Fat chance, over here.

You may laugh, but I stock up with old fashioned Beecham's Powders when I come over for a visit. I think they work a treat and are better than the tablet form which came out years later. I remember trying sulphur tablets as a teen. They were supposed to help get rid of your zits, so I guess they cleanse the system.

Dodie, you've reminded me of my dad boiling senna pods in a pan of water on the stove, then drinking the juice.

I loved Lucozade, but like you said, you had to be really ill to get it. I guess it was expensive in those days, now you buy it like pop.

I loved the stick of rhubarb and sugar too. Also I'd mix cocoa powder and sugar and dip my finger in that.

My mum used to keep a small brown bottle of Brown's Mixture, or something like that. If you'd got an upset stomach, she'd put a few drops in warm water to drink. She's also take a small glass of ginger wine, to settle her stomach.

We put Germolene on cuts. Most likely still going? Over here there are Wintergreen mints and root beer, both taste like the smell of Germolene, if you get me?. The tonic I mentioned was brown, and I guess was full of iron. You had to keep taking it till the whole lot was gone. My mam said that when I was a baby, everytime she went to the clinic for my baby milk powder, it was a different brand each time. When my kids were babies, they said not to keep changing the formula. It didn't do me any harm. My dad took Andrews Little Liver pills [not sure of the Andrews bit, but the rest is right

Those of us of a 'certain age' will remember getting a tablespoon of malt extract, a teaspoon of cod liver oil and some rose hip syrup, daily. I loved them all, especially the malt. Also the clinic had the best orange juice, that you diluted. When recovering from an illness, you'd get a huge bottle of tonic from the doctors, as a pick-me-up. It was the most foul tasting stuff, worse than the ailment in my opinion. Any other remedies you remember?

As a teen, a treat for tea was soft roes on toast. I couldn't eat the hard roes though, too 'bitty'. Who remembers pobs, bread in milk, usually if you weren't feeling too good and not eating.

I could never stand the smell of tripe and onions cooking. My mam liked brawn but it wasn't for me. I did like haslet in sandwiches though.

I too loved chip butties, and fried egg sandwich. Also egg and chips you can't beat, especially dipping your chips in the egg yolk. I used to have a soft boiled egg with 'soldiers' too. Nobody's mentioned drinks yet. I loved dandelion and burdock, and cream soda.

Yes, I ate butter and jam Weetabix, and nana sarnies too [still do if truth be told] A friend at work used to eat orange segments in her sandwich. I know sugar sandwiched and cond. milk sandwiches were still very popular in the 50's. My dad loved peanut butter and marmalade in the same sandwich. On Sunday mornings, when mussels were in season, he'd cook them and bacon for his and my mam's breakfast. He'd thicken the mussel juice to pour over the plate. Yuk. My mum used to send me to the top shops on Broxtowe Lane for chitterlings [or chicklings I thought they were called] for her tea. I reme

With our tinned tomatoes we sometimes put sausages, or bacon, or liver with it and make a meal of it. [or all 3 if we're feeling frisky!] We also like tinned tomatoes on toast. Also beans on toast, we still eat that here. Hub sprinkles curry powder on his. The yanks don't know what they're missing. When you mention B on T they turn up their noses.

I don't know if this is 'Nottingham' or not, but who remembers as a kid, having to eat bread and butter with a dish of tinned fruit and Carnation cream? You just couldn't get out of it, if you had the fruit you had to have the bread. I guess it was to fill us up. My husband's household was the same, and when we first got married, we ate our fruit without the bread. Heaven.

Beezer, Girls Crystal and Jackie. The annuals I had were Rupert, Noddy,Robin, and Girls Crystal. My mum had the Reveille every week which I looked at for the cartoons! I usually got a book for Christmas from my grandma, like Heidi, Children of the New Forest, Three Musketeers, Little Women, What Katy Did, Black Beauty etc. I went on to Enid Blyton later.

My aunt worked at the pyclet factory. It was a seasonal job, who'dathunk there was a pyclet season? Kinda like grouse! I remember Colwick cheese, if I was in town of a Sat when a teen, I had to go and get one from the old Central Market. It had a kind of crust to it [not like pastr!] that crinkled as you cut into it. We didn't have a fridge so we kept it in the meat safe, but you had to eat it within a day or two, or it was 'off'.

Alison, I remember the smell of the glue factory in the late 60's onwards. We lived in Langar when first married so had to go home along Radcliffe Rd. Also, in the autumn we could smell the sugar beet factory. Not sure where it was, but it sure wafted our way. Such a sickly, sweet smell.

As I was unpicking my knitting this morning, and the wool got ravelled up, I thought of a word we used to use for ravelled. Twazzled.

If you told my mam that something was going to happen, and she didn't believe it, she'd say 'I've heard ducks fa*t before' What a weird saying!

oink, oink! You sound like me, once I start on something, I have to scoff the lot. Then I wished I hadn't.

Who remembers Diddlum and Fuddle? I worked in a big office in the 60's. We always seemed to be saving for something or other. Someone would be in charge and collect the money each week. If we were saving for a party, or a meal, we'd have a Fuddle to save up for it. If we wanted to have just a savings club, for Xmas or something, then it was a Diddlum. Those were the days when everyone got paid weekly, in cash, so no cheque books, credit cards or anything. You saved up the cash for everything you wanted. Kath

Giz a clue?