…would go blackberry picking and Granma would make blackberry pies and serve them with whipped cream
Never knew my Grannies or Grandads, had to discover Werthers on my own!
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But you won’t find me on the “Good Mourning” thread 
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That sounds great. I spend a lot of time with my grandchildren so I hope they have memories of me like that, it’s the only legacy I can leave. I often make them foods that they’ve never tried before, simple things like chip butties or poached eggs on toast and they always ask for it again on their next visit. I hope these things will remind them of me in the future.
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I didn’t have grandmothers.One grandfather I’d help try to get sheep from one field to another and the other I’d help pick the eight draws on his football pools.We didn’t have much success at either.
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Back in the days when sweets were rationed
my ration was enough to get one mars bar a month
so my gran gave me hers
my gramps gave me his
my mom gave me hers
and i got a mars bar every saturday, can you even imagine the sheer joy???
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The kids today don’t know their born.
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Me and my sister would go to Portsmouth and stay with my great aunt and uncle for the summer holidays.
Aunt owned a cafe on the sea front called The Cats Whiskers,we had lunch there and played all day long on the beach and on the trampolines.
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I never knew any of my grandparents. We lived on a croft during the war years and we lived off the land. We had a cow for milk and my mother made butter and cheese. Rabbit was often on the menu. My father was the local farrier and he shod all the surrounding farms’ horses.
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Wow that’s astonishing 
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Those prices must be in decimal currency Ripple? We did change to decimal in 1971 but an old fart like me still worked in sterling…
Bitter was about 2 bob a pint = 10 new pence…
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Yes decimal
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Yes Ripple, I forgot that we changed over in 1971…
Der…
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It’s says p not d that was my clue 
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yes feb 15th 71, lol, my thirtieth birthday…
before then, i remember calling for my B.I.L. to go to the club for a few pints and a game of snooker, he told me he was broke but i replied i had 10/- which was enough for four pints each and change back.
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In the 60’s we would start off on Double Diamond at 2/6 and end up on Brains Bitter at 11d.
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In the 50s we could play in the street without fear of being knocked down by a car. Or we could be out all day, without parental supervision, making dens in the nearby woods, paddling in the streams and generally enjoying ourselves.
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…we were still playing in derelict houses and ruins around us. Climbing and jumping around them playing hide and seek was a risky thing to do. “Never touch ammunition” was one of the most important warnings our mum had for us.
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(It just reminds me…) …we’d give somebody either a croggy or a backie quite often, a picture you very rarely see today.
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