Compo 10,328 Posted August 11, 2016 Report Share Posted August 11, 2016 Had a flash of memory last night..... Lyons Maid ice cream cylinders in cylindrical cones bought from the usherette at the cinema. Timothy Whites shops. How many of us still have Ronco and KTel rubbish bought from here, stashed away in a cupboard somewhere? Milk monitors, pencil monitors and ink well monitors. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
broxtowelad 175 Posted August 11, 2016 Report Share Posted August 11, 2016 Talking about ink wells.Do you remember the wooden pen stems that were issued at school, along with the separate nib that fitted into the end? I remember our being told by the teacher to suck the new nib to remove the wax coating and so allow the ink to flow. 1 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
EileenH 496 Posted August 11, 2016 Report Share Posted August 11, 2016 Oh yes! I`ve still got a little box of nibs but no little stems! I used to chew the end of the stick until it was soggy and frayed and looked more like a brush. Needless to say, nobody ever nicked my pen. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
katyjay 5,091 Posted August 11, 2016 Author Report Share Posted August 11, 2016 I always had an inky index finger after writing with ink at school. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
broxtowelad 175 Posted August 12, 2016 Report Share Posted August 12, 2016 Did you have the flattened dent in the finger where you'd gripped the pen? 2 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
EileenH 496 Posted August 12, 2016 Report Share Posted August 12, 2016 Yes! I swear I`ve still got it. (and splinters between my teeth!) 1 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
broxtowelad 175 Posted August 12, 2016 Report Share Posted August 12, 2016 I'll tell yer what. Yer don't see them green pennants fluttering on bike handlebars anymore; earned on the successful completion of the cycling proficiency test. I wonder if that's why a some of 'em have come a cropper in the Olympics? Quote Link to post Share on other sites
loppylugs 8,429 Posted August 12, 2016 Report Share Posted August 12, 2016 #3601. I think you are referring to the ladies of Bourne's textile factory, Ben. When I started work at Ericssons upon leaving school at fifteen I received similar dire warnings. Lol. I really watched my back for a while. It was all talk. I think! :-) Quote Link to post Share on other sites
benjamin1945 16,161 Posted August 12, 2016 Report Share Posted August 12, 2016 No Loppy wer'nt all talk...........i closed early one day..........LOL. 1 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
loppylugs 8,429 Posted August 12, 2016 Report Share Posted August 12, 2016 I daren't ask. :-) 1 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Beduth 202 Posted August 13, 2016 Report Share Posted August 13, 2016 Ladies with a fox fur over their shoulder and a gauze veil over their face. And they smelt of mothballs. Uhh, I can smell it now. Thank technology for synthetics. 1 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Beduth 202 Posted August 13, 2016 Report Share Posted August 13, 2016 I miss the "brick" ice cream the ice cream van sold before Mr whippy came about. It was rapped in paper and you had it between two waffers or in a square cone Hi Nippergrant, Good memory. Wasn't it Pierce's ice cream that came wrapped as a brick? My preference at the time, you could chase the melt round and round. 1 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
benjamin1945 16,161 Posted August 14, 2016 Report Share Posted August 14, 2016 Blimey Beduth,,forgot all about 'Pearces ice cream'...........they were the 1st I recall,always outside the school gates on Gainsford crescent in the 50s,along with 'Mando's' the old Italian chap from Basford............... Quote Link to post Share on other sites
MargieH 7,600 Posted August 14, 2016 Report Share Posted August 14, 2016 Beduth, we had an old fox fur which we used as a draught excluder when our children were little! Quote Link to post Share on other sites
benjamin1945 16,161 Posted August 14, 2016 Report Share Posted August 14, 2016 Well you would wunt ya Margie..........lol 1 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
nippergrant 19 Posted August 14, 2016 Report Share Posted August 14, 2016 Hi Nippergrant, Good memory. Wasn't it Pierce's ice cream that came wrapped as a brick? My preference at the time, you could chase the melt round and round. Hi Beduth, i think it was walls ice cream. I contained butter and was a Slight yellowy colour. Best ice cream ever Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Jill Sparrow 10,307 Posted August 14, 2016 Report Share Posted August 14, 2016 Conventional shoe shops. I used to love going for new summer shoes when I was a child because my mother took me into a shop and asked to try on sandals. The assistant would scramble up wooden ladders to a sheer wall of boxes and unwrap a selection of shoes in foamy white tissue paper. It was so exciting waiting to see what was in each box whilst sitting on those typical tubular steel chairs with the footrest. Now everything is set out in rows, all looking the same. No excitement at all! Winter shoes always came from Clay's and were the sensible, clodhopper type insisted on by my father. I won't tell you how many pairs of shoes in boxes there are in my abode. I'll never wear any of them! Just like to look at them occasionally! 1 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
MargieH 7,600 Posted August 14, 2016 Report Share Posted August 14, 2016 Benjamin, our children were a bit scared of the fox fur as the mouth could open, originally to clip on the tail. 1 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Beduth 202 Posted August 14, 2016 Report Share Posted August 14, 2016 Spot on MargieH; but we used our youngest children as draught excluders. lol 2 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Beduth 202 Posted August 14, 2016 Report Share Posted August 14, 2016 Jill Sparrow #3624 ; Clearly you are in need of your very own wooden ladder Jill. I can just imagine all your boxes stack high up against the landing wall. 1 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Beduth 202 Posted August 14, 2016 Report Share Posted August 14, 2016 Bright shiny bubbles of gas tar seeping up through street cobbles on summer days. It made substitute practice marbles. I know my short trousers would get very mucky and once I recall my 'black' marbles sticking my pockets together, much to mother's displeasure. Do you remember the rules for marbles? Spans was one; if you were quick enough to shout it ! That allowed you to pick up your marble; put your little finger where your marble had been and reach out further to thumb your marble from a closer range. 1 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Beduth 202 Posted August 14, 2016 Report Share Posted August 14, 2016 Scratching names, with others, on Mrs Fletcher's brick gable wall in Chard Street. Went back 40 years later; couldn't a word; couldn't see Mrs Fletcher either. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
katyjay 5,091 Posted August 14, 2016 Author Report Share Posted August 14, 2016 Jill, from now on, you shall be called Imelda! 3 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Jill Sparrow 10,307 Posted August 14, 2016 Report Share Posted August 14, 2016 #3630 It's in the genes, katyjay, inherited from my mother! However, she also collected handbags, China, scarves, blue glass, lace, crochetwork....! To name but a few! Quote Link to post Share on other sites
loppylugs 8,429 Posted August 14, 2016 Report Share Posted August 14, 2016 3625. I bet some poor old fox was really missing that coat too! :-) 2 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
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