Pleasant images from childhood that you remember

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Getting meat delivered to your door by the butcher on a cast iron bike with a metal basket on the front.

Electric milk floats. I worked for a milkman and if you live in the High Barnes/Chesters area I problies delivered your milk between 1978 and 1981.

Tradesman like butchers, milkmen, housepainters always wearing ties.

Going with me Mam to pick me Dad up from work at Coles Cranes and trying to pick him out from the crowd.

Me auntie taking us to look for starfish at fisherman's cove on the way to Sheels.

Hanging around the beach all afternoon and evening to wait to wave me sister off when she went on the Nevasa cruise school trip. Parents neewhere in sight.

Road trips with the family that seemed to last for ever. Six of us in a Ford Escort going to Northern Scotland, both parents chain smoking and its raining so we can't open the windows ... er ... sorry , wrong thread!

Felling or Hebburn baths on a Sunday morning (are they still there?) and the smell of beef barbecue chips and chlorine on your hands.
 


Singing `Tell me the stories of Jesus` in the market place on Good Friday with my new coat on.
And who mentioned Hanratty`s on this thread?
 
I dunno if I'm alone in this but I really enjoyed this thread, lots of happy reminders of things I haven't thought about in ages.

Any agree that it's up to the gold standard? If people agree I'll give the mods a shout and ask for it to be goldified.

If not I'll just print it out page by page and make a shrine out of it.
 
Definitely Gold!

By the way, did the 'Things you don't see at the match these days' thread ever get goldified? It certainly deserved to as there were some classics on there that had me crying with laughter, eg two parachutists land in the centre circle at half time ... the other is driven out over the north sea by the wind. Or torrents of piss rolling down from the upper levels of the Fulwell end :D :D

I should do like you and print this stuff out to use as a guide to the north east and its people for the folks over here.
 
The motor boats on the lake at Seaburn, and the minature railway that ran by it before they built Putt Putt on the site.
 
Ganning on club trips to Whitley Bay.

Being too scared to gan on the ghost train at the spanish city.

Fishing at the blast beach with my dad, and clambering over the railway tracks to get there. I worked out the other night that my dad was the same age as I am now when we used to do that... :eek:

My gran taking me for walks through the allotments in Bowburn.

Jumping the beck.

Another vote for Gold btw.
 
Jenks said:
Ganning on club trips to Whitley Bay.

Being too scared to gan on the ghost train at the spanish city.

Fishing at the blast beach with my dad, and clambering over the railway tracks to get there. I worked out the other night that my dad was the same age as I am now when we used to do that... :eek:

My gran taking me for walks through the allotments in Bowburn.

Jumping the beck.

Another vote for Gold btw.
Same here on both counts :lol:
 
Xmas Eve. Me and my sister going berserk after sneaking down stairs and finding that Santa had been.

My Grandparents house in Lumley. Old NCB house, now demolished on the Front Street. whilst my Gradfather was at Wearmouth Pit on night shift we used to snuggle up next to my Grandmother who read us bed time stories. There was a potty under the bed if we wanted a "wee". The dog would lie asleep at the bottom of the bed.

Edinburgh when it snowed. Used to pile high (or that was the memory).

Watching Hibs as a kid. All distant memories now but a real treat, especially midweek when the floodlights were on. Everything seemed so big.

Starting to drink aged 15 circa down CLS Front Street. All new experiences, new faces et all.
 
ABC Minors club on a Saturday morning
The Cross on Tunstall Hill at Easter (and going up to roll your eggs)
Watching my Dad play football on Sunday morning for Sunderland Dynamos (they were awful and he stood out as their worst player - and sadly it hasn't skipped a generation)
Going to his cricket matches in the summer - didn't watch just used to play on the Newalls waste tip in Washington (probably end up with asbestos poisoning).
Going to the Milk Bar after school (Vine Place I think)
Paying 2p for a packet of Pickled Onion Tudor Crisps
Walking for miles to Roker Park (only from Monkwearmouth, but it felt like miles when your legs were short)
The smell of Deep Heat (or Sloans Liniment) as the players ran out of the tunnel (used to go in the Main Stand Paddock).
Cones of nuts in grease proof paper
 
Rick O Shea said:
ABC Minors club on a Saturday morning
The Cross on Tunstall Hill at Easter (and going up to roll your eggs)
Watching my Dad play football on Sunday morning for Sunderland Dynamos (they were awful and he stood out as their worst player - and sadly it hasn't skipped a generation)
Going to his cricket matches in the summer - didn't watch just used to play on the Newalls waste tip in Washington (probably end up with asbestos poisoning).
Going to the Milk Bar after school (Vine Place I think)
Paying 2p for a packet of Pickled Onion Tudor Crisps
Walking for miles to Roker Park (only from Monkwearmouth, but it felt like miles when your legs were short)
The smell of Deep Heat (or Sloans Liniment) as the players ran out of the tunnel (used to go in the Main Stand Paddock).
Cones of nuts in grease proof paper
Remember them being 5d then 2p and some other "posher" crisps (mebbes Smiths Salt & Shake?) were 6d which became 2 1/2p

1971 - decimilisation - freaked the old folks but kids got taught it at skewel 8)
 
Flared Hicks said:
Rick O Shea said:
ABC Minors club on a Saturday morning
The Cross on Tunstall Hill at Easter (and going up to roll your eggs)
Watching my Dad play football on Sunday morning for Sunderland Dynamos (they were awful and he stood out as their worst player - and sadly it hasn't skipped a generation)
Going to his cricket matches in the summer - didn't watch just used to play on the Newalls waste tip in Washington (probably end up with asbestos poisoning).
Going to the Milk Bar after school (Vine Place I think)
Paying 2p for a packet of Pickled Onion Tudor Crisps
Walking for miles to Roker Park (only from Monkwearmouth, but it felt like miles when your legs were short)
The smell of Deep Heat (or Sloans Liniment) as the players ran out of the tunnel (used to go in the Main Stand Paddock).
Cones of nuts in grease proof paper
Remember them being 5d then 2p and some other "posher" crisps (mebbes Smiths Salt & Shake?) were 6d which became 2 1/2p

1971 - decimilisation - freaked the old folks but kids got taught it at skewel 8)

Spent my last old sixpence on a programme (it should've been "2 new pence" but I think the seller felt sorry for me after my long walk from Monkwearmouth)
 
olden days

seeing all the buses lined up for the club trip to Redcar and always being on the last one

Jim's Pies

No one's mentioned Chatty Kathy and Tressy dolls...you pushed her belly button and her hair grew!!!
 
At the request of poster 'Big Sharp Teeth', engoldifying this post.
 
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