More vivid memories growing up?

When I was a youngster, we 5 children would go picking Blackberries for our Grandmother to make Blackberry Pies.
The Blackberries grew wild all over the place. In a way, in that instant, we were a little like The Waltons, doing stuff as a family.
Eventually, the Council decided it was time to get rid of the invasive Blackberries and they started a spraying program, making them too poisonous to eat.
They were delicious with fresh Whipped Cream.
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A pastime for mainly boys was playing with our Marbles.
Great store was put into a game of Alleys(another name for Marbles). It was a pretty serious game.
Cats Eyes were the most common, The bigger ones were called Trombolas. There were White Marbles with a splash of red, called Blood Trackers if I remember rightly.
Then there were the shiny Ball Bearings, known as Steelies.
Games could be “Keeps”, which meant the winner got to Keep the losers Marbles, or “Not Keeps” which was simply a friendly game.
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I remember when we got our first Black and White Television Set in 1967
TV never got to Tasmania until 1960.
I don’t really remember much about those early years of Television.
There were two channels, TVT6, a Commercial channel out of Hobart and ABT2, funded by the Federal Government
We would still rather be outside climbing the hills and playing Cowboys and Itchybums(Indians)
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A food item we always had were Golliwog Chocolate Biscuits.
In later years the name was changed to Scalliwags.
These days I am sure the name Golliwog would not be used anywhere because it would be deemed offensive.
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The Hills Hoist rotating Clothes Line was an Australian invention which was in the backyard of every Australian House from the 1950’s onwards.
The Hills Hoist was multi purposed. Sure it was predominately for the purpose of hanging the washing on the line.
But one of the most popular uses was as a Carousel for the children to play on. Around and around we would swing. Eventually after years of Playful abuse, the Hills Hoist would begin to list to one side and eventually topple over or the Spokes would break off, sending a child crashing to the ground.
The Hills Hoist also was used as a Giant Umbrella/Sun Shade so we could always have a Barbeque out of the elements.
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Back in the day, many houses had an outdoor Lavatory, including ours.
Before sewage pipes were laid down, men would collect the tins of Human Waste at night.
They would empty the waste into a larger tin and place the empty tin back into the
“Thunderbox”
The men who done this job were called the Nightmen, or Dunnymen.
In some places, the waste, known as nightsoil, was used as fertiliser on Market Gardens.
Years later I spoke to one of these “Nightmen” and he told me it was a common occurrence for the bottom of the Waste Tin to give way because of rust, the result? The contents showering the Nightman in Nightsoil.
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The 40’s, 50’s and 60’s were a time of thrift and one item that was in almost every household was a Shoe Last.
When shoes started to wear out and become holey, the Father of the household, mine as well, would glue on some new Dunlop soles and heels.
Sometimes even shape a piece of Thin Steel Plate to be tacked on the heels to make them last longer.
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Not a pleasant job.

We had a hole in the ground under the privy.

And blackberry & apple pie, never just blackberries.

We had a TV in the 50s, late 50s, Bill & Ben, Andie Pandy. the Woodentops.

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This is a very interesting thread @Bretrick, I’m just about to venture out, into town, in the pouring rain, but I just wanted to quickly post my first vivid memory of 70s children’s shows - Noddy-, I suddenly remembered this character when @d00d mentioned Andy Pandy! :smiley:
I’ll write more later.

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Ours were called ‘Phillips Stick-a-Soles’, although once stuck on, they could shift around bit as I remember.

Phillips Stick-a-Soles and Heels Man | Market Lavington Museum

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And when there was nothing on


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playdoh and plastecine
my poor mum’s carpet!

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How can I forget icecream from the icecream van? :smiley: :notes: :musical_note:
Hearing that jingle and rushing to mum or dad for some pennies to get our delicious 99 cones, one of my favorites. :icecream:

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Just reading about your memories @Bretrick , you could be my brother!!
I remember collecting the golly coupons from the jam and marmalade jars and sending away for a golly badge.
I was also a member of the Tingha and Tucker club hosted be “auntie Jean” on the tv.

The Beatles Welcome Home to England (1964) | British Pathé

It made you want to scream. Well I was only 12.

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They called them the good old days. Without a worry in the world, except for the not so good days. :slightly_smiling_face:

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During Rationing.
10yo. Scrumping Apples was the name of the game.
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If PC Plod spotted you.
He visited your mother.
Who OF Course said “Sorry I’ll clip his ear”. And somehow forgot to !!
If the Farmer spotted you.
The consequences were more painful.!!!
We would see him coming, and hide in a hedge.
And he would stroll around for 15mins.
While we hugged and scratched each other. Trying not to screech
In a Bush of. “Stinging Nettles”.
“Windfalls Only boys please”.
:rofl: Not.
As we scratched each other. With the sharp edge of a Match Box.
And a couple of apples each, stuffed down our pants.

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I was born in 1937 so my early years were spent during the war and post war years of rationing. My father was a farrier and shod all the horses from the surrounding farms. I remember the smell of burning hoofs when the hot shoes were bedded in. We lived off the land and rabbit was often on the menu. In them days there used to be a hook in the ceiling for hanging meat or game to mature. During the sweet rationing my father used that hook to hang a basket with our sweets so we could not get at them. I remember the queues for bananas after the war. My education suffered as well. Most of the teachers at my primary school were elderly. Mind you when you are ten years old anybody over 30 is old. I left school when I was 15 and started work a fortnight later.

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Ohhhhhhh Sweets!!.
They where a must have.
That wasn’t a Must Have.
Well recall Junior School taken us to a Museum in London After D Day.
Most mooching around. Bored to Tears. Suddenly over the Tannoy.
“Attention Please”. Well we stood silently to attention. Sort Off.
Expecting it to be. Yet another. Doodle Bug. Dive to the Shelters warning.
Bingo. “We are pleased to let you know”.
“Sweets are now,off ration and available at the Kiosk”.
Mad rush and that Kiosk was Blitzed. More efficiently than Hitler.
By hundreds of cheering kids. With Sixpence to spend.
An unwelcome looking at artifacts. Becoming more like a Funfair.
Happy Day out. Munching all the way Home. And no examination of what we had learnt about Artifacts: :grinning:

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I remember they had to bring back sweet rationing because of the demand.

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Sherbet Fountain
Wagon Wheels
Liquorice shoelaces
Potato Crisps with a separate twist of salt.

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I remember our milkman, he had a black & white cob called Molly, much to my Mothers disgust as it was her name too. She was a bit of a snob. :grinning: Molly the horse, not my Mother, would wait on the road outside our house for me to go take her a carrot, I did this every day & she wouldn’t move till she got one, however much our milkman tried to get her to walk on. This is probably why I had & have a lifetime of loving horses. Sadly no photo of Molly, but this one is close, 4th horse from left to right.

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Wagging school was something I never done often, maybe 6 times in one year, only one year,
Grade 9?
Me and a friend would venture up into the hills surrounding Queenstown and simply enjoy not being at school.
We would seek out Tiger Snakes and catch them by the tail. (The Idiocy of youth)
Echidnas were plentiful and we would play with them for a while, until one of us got spiked. We had a homemade raft hidden and we would go out on the lake of the town water supply dam.
Echidna(Spiny Anteater)
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My Grandmother raised me after my mother left.
She would often send me to the butchers to get a Shillings worth (10 cents) of mince. This was several years after Australia changed currency from the English Pound to our own Australian Monetary system.
The Butchers always laughed when I asked for a Shillings worth.
The Shilling would buy about half a kilo, 1 Pound of Mince.
Hanging up in the Butchers was a variety of meat cuts, so different from today’s butchers where everything is in the cool room.

School days were not so bad.
I only ever won 1 race at the school sports carnival, 100 meters Skipping Race. Everyone else fell over.
Steve Bradbury? Bretrick done it first.
I was in the School Orchestra and was a marvel at the Triangle and the Xylophone. Musical notes :notes:

Home Economics was a compulsory class back in the 60’s, and 70’s.
Predominately about learning to cook. Seems obvious that this is where I obtained my love of cooking.
Vividly remember the first thing we learnt to cook was Scones.
All school children were given a small bottle of milk, not chilled. Was not very nice really, warm milk.
This stopped in 1975 when I was 13.

In the 70’s I was a Cub Scout and then a Boy Scout and my Group were called the Devils.
We had a great time camping out in the Tassie bush, learning all sorts of campcraft.
Learning to tie a multitude of knots, going Kayaking, Orienteering.
Bob a Job week where we would go visit people and do odd jobs for a bob. (10 cents)
Though most people paid us much more than that. As Much as $2Astonished face: astonished:
Bottle Week was another fund-raising activity. Going from home to home collecting people’s empty bottles. We would collect many thousands of Bottles over that week.

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Its quite strange. How Picking up on. Perhaps a single word, of another’s experience.
Can trigger a 70yr occurrence, as if yesterday.
When unable to remember if you put the rubbish bin out Today.
Particularly if occurring when a Teenybopper. With limited perspective of what was happening. Until Maturity.

Saturdays was Milkman’s lil Helper.
Collecting the empties. Scraping up the Poo to a bucket. Yet to sell for sixpence as Manure.
Making Shure. Dandy the Donkey didn’t trot off back to the Dairy before the Milkman got back.Which could be 30mins !!
Innocently asking. “Did Widow Twanky give you a Lovely Tea Bill”.
“Shut Up & Pack Up Nosey”.
Realising Years later. That his 30min Rest!! Was what we would call A Credit card. Now.
:rofl: A Lot.With a Shilling.To keep quite.

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Yes, but a very strange one, and no, I am not a pervert.

The eldest of a big family, both boys and girls, all about a year between each one, a typical Catholic Family,all tipped into the bath together.

Yes, I knew girls looked different, but younger sisters were just annoying little weird things.

Not interested at all.

Then we cousins come, including girls, never seen them before and all tipped into the bath together .

Girls suddenly became interesting,

The day life changed

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SNAP. Here we go again.
“Bath time”.
My two daughters circa 5&7yo. Liked to get into the bath with me. Mother splashing us about
On one occasion taking a photo on her Beloved.
Top of the pile. Kodak Box Camera. :laughing:
Her friend. A very Catholic lady, generally called Aunty Bee. Who also had a daughter circa 10yo.
One day a couple of years later. All of us were looking through a photo album.
Crash Bang Wallop.
Aunty Bee Throw the album on the floor. Stood up. Looked me in the eye and shouted.
“You Filthy Beast”.
Told her husband and daughter to get there coats, were going home.
She never came back to the house, if she knew I was there.
To this day. If my gals, now in there 50’s with there own Kiddywinks.
Ever want to take the Mickie It’s.
“Ohhh. Dad U Beast”.
:rofl: All da way 2 Prison.

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