carni 10,094 Posted July 31, 2013 Author Report Share Posted July 31, 2013 What paper? Quote Link to post Share on other sites
katyjay 5,085 Posted July 31, 2013 Report Share Posted July 31, 2013 Yes, Commo, same for me with the smell of lavender, furniture polish always comes to mind. I wish they'd bring it back instead of everything smelling of lemons. Every now and again, I'll find a tin of Milo in the shops, that brings back memories of staying with my gran and her making me a mug of it at bedtime. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
mudgie49 401 Posted July 31, 2013 Report Share Posted July 31, 2013 Sitting on the curb as a little kid on a hot summers day,and the smell of the melting road tar,poking sticks into it. Somehow getting it on your legs,me mam using butter to soften it,before scrubbing it off with smelly 'carbolic soap',that really 'takes me back'. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Rob.L 1,084 Posted July 31, 2013 Report Share Posted July 31, 2013 Or sitting on the kerb writing down car registrations as they went past. And sniggering, like kids do, when BRA 36B went past (it was an E-Type, if memory serves me right). Quote Link to post Share on other sites
katyjay 5,085 Posted July 31, 2013 Report Share Posted July 31, 2013 Here's a thread that might interest folks http://nottstalgia.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=4366&hl=childhood+smells 1 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
mick2me 3,033 Posted July 31, 2013 Report Share Posted July 31, 2013 Mick2me, What a great age for your father,I bet he had a few tales to tell. He did indeed Served in the British Army in India and stood guard on Ghandi. Patroled the Kheiber Pass, Was in the Normandy landings. Stationed at Elstree after the war and dated a young Thora Hird. In later life lived in Los Angeles, played extra parts in movies and met Stan Laurel. 2 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Paulus 541 Posted July 31, 2013 Report Share Posted July 31, 2013 Sitting on the curb as a little kid on a hot summers day,and the smell of the melting road tar,poking sticks into it. Somehow getting it on your legs,me mam using butter to soften it,before scrubbing it off with smelly 'carbolic soap',that really 'takes me back'. Definitely this one, there always seemed to be resurfacing by the council on some road or another in Aspley, us kids would follow the lorries, just for the smell of tar, & to flick the little stones at each other, every hit left a little black tar mark.................... Quote Link to post Share on other sites
dgbrit 258 Posted July 31, 2013 Report Share Posted July 31, 2013 A short pencil is better than a long memory The smell of Castrol R still turns me on. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
carni 10,094 Posted July 31, 2013 Author Report Share Posted July 31, 2013 #31 Mick2me Wow! He really did have some stories to tell, Some a pleasure to remember, and some he probably kept to himself ,I hope he had plenty of the good ones and passed them on to his children to remember. I can see by the photo of Thora Hird he had good taste in the ladies. Its nice of you to share a little of your Dads life experiences. 1 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
mick2me 3,033 Posted July 31, 2013 Report Share Posted July 31, 2013 My father would have kissed the back of your hand 1 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
mick2me 3,033 Posted July 31, 2013 Report Share Posted July 31, 2013 See 3:10 on this video. When I am 95, will I still be surrounded by lady admirers? 2 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
tomlinson 879 Posted July 31, 2013 Report Share Posted July 31, 2013 I remember the sound of a carving knife being sharpened on the back door step. 1 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Compo 10,326 Posted July 31, 2013 Report Share Posted July 31, 2013 \snip\ At such a young age and living off Meadow Lane,\snip\ Not Brand [X] Street by any chance was it Michael? Quote Link to post Share on other sites
carni 10,094 Posted July 31, 2013 Author Report Share Posted July 31, 2013 #36 Mick2me Course You Will Quote Link to post Share on other sites
StephenFord 866 Posted July 31, 2013 Report Share Posted July 31, 2013 What paper? Well, surely you don't write on the wall do you? ! Quote Link to post Share on other sites
carni 10,094 Posted July 31, 2013 Author Report Share Posted July 31, 2013 Sometimes, if no ones looking Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Michael Booth 7,364 Posted July 31, 2013 Report Share Posted July 31, 2013 No, Compo (#38). I lived on Grainger Street, the next street to Brand Street. If you follow the threads: Areas Of Nottingham, The Medders' and go to #7, I put a photo on of Grainger Street. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
carni 10,094 Posted September 21, 2013 Author Report Share Posted September 21, 2013 As i look out of the window and see the leaves starting to fall from the Trees and Hedges, and the dark nights drawing in, i often drift off to my childhood, as this is the time of year that my Nottingham feelings are their strongest. I only have to see the leaves piling up and i remember the game we played as we walked through the deepest of the leaves, We would put our feet together, toes pointing outwards and slowly shuffle forward pushing the leaves forward in front of us. And as usual the winner would be the one who had the highest pile off leaves at a certain point. Wet socks,muddy legs, and a variety of insects stuck to our legs at the end. Lol Sorry if this should have been in the topic of Childhood Games, i wasn't sure which one. 4 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
katyjay 5,085 Posted September 21, 2013 Report Share Posted September 21, 2013 I think we all did this, Carni, you brought back a memory for me. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
tomlinson 879 Posted September 21, 2013 Report Share Posted September 21, 2013 Sounds and smell of Goose Fair on the way too. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Compo 10,326 Posted September 22, 2013 Report Share Posted September 22, 2013 Cock-on-a-stick! Quote Link to post Share on other sites
pwatmo 3 Posted September 22, 2013 Report Share Posted September 22, 2013 I think everyone is waiting for an more detailed exp0lanation of this. Can't recall it from my youth... Quote Link to post Share on other sites
katyjay 5,085 Posted September 22, 2013 Report Share Posted September 22, 2013 I remember the cock on a stick, it was hard candy,[like stick-of-rock candy] striped, shaped like a cockerel. Lasted for ages. I prefered the Grantham Gingerbread myself, and candy floss, & tuffee apples of course. Boy, did we go home sticky! No wonder I've always had teeth problems. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
carni 10,094 Posted September 22, 2013 Author Report Share Posted September 22, 2013 I can polish off a whole packet of Brandy Snaps as i walk round the fair. The cock on a stick doesn't look any where near like a cockerel as it did when i was young, they are just a squiggle on a stick now . Quote Link to post Share on other sites
piggy and babs 544 Posted September 22, 2013 Report Share Posted September 22, 2013 HAD A LOVELY DAY IN SKEGGY AND CHAPLE TODAY WEATHER WAS GREAT DAVE BROUGHT SOME ROCK THERE WERE COCKS ON A STICK BRANDY SNAPS AND GINGERBREADS ONTHE STALL TOO,A GOOD DAY OUT. I AM GOING TO TRY A LITTLE TRIP ROUND THE FAIR WEDNESSDAY OR THURSEDAY AFTERNOON WHEN NOT QUITE SO BUSY ON MY SCHOOTER Quote Link to post Share on other sites
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