Things we miss from our youth

Snap, Syd. My old man's funeral cortege reached the village church half a mile away before the last mourners had left our gate.
Me? Be lucky if I get 5 at mine.

 

I've got good jeans as well mate, shame they're Levi's

 

I was waiting to see which daft knacker jumped on this and cracked the 'jeans' joke. Might have known it would be you? Lol

 

I'm on the final module of a degree in social sciences at this very time and expect to finish this October when I will have just turned the grand old age of 51. It's nice to see that there is someone out there who is as mad, if not madder, than I am for taking these things on! However, I will probably feel differently once it's all over..

 

I used to go to school in one of them Commachio, remember the bells ringing and the conductor with the long pole switching the connectors round in Shields' market place. Do you remember Spanish wood, liqourice root and locust?

 

i know liqourice, and have eaten crickets(not locusts) many times. but spanish wood ive never heard off, and never seen a tram in sunderland. when did they stop using them?

 

Last trams must have been in the mid - 50's because I used to travel from the Prospect to relations in Monkwearmouth EVERY Sunday when I was at junior school, but by the time I left, they were replaced by buses.

 

probably why i have never seen one,,

often wondered about the museum at the end of the bridge,

 

said the ted.................. you a ted thought you would be a mod... wait you are a mod a super mod and like a little kink...s

 

was this pic from your youth then mate

 

doubt it mate they stopped in the 50s and me dad was only just starting school then.

 

My curfew was the street lights. My mum called my name, not my mobile. I played
outside with friends, not online. If I didn't eat what mum cooked, then I didn't eat. Sanitizer didn't exist, but you COULD get your mouth washed out with soap. I rode a bike without a helmet, getting dirty was OK, and neighbours gave a damn as much as your parents did.

 

Great thread this Cestria *****..

Hand painted 'Led Zep' haversacks
Black Bullets
Shoes with animal treads on the sole
Long life beer
frayed bell bottom jeans
tartan loon pants hee hee
Secret Squirrel

And many more I will remember. Like Simon said being allowed to stay up to watch match highlights and in my case the 'Outer Limits'.

 

I too had that sort of upbringing, the good thing to come out of that is I made sure loved my 2 sons and they never had to endure what I did, they are young men now 1 recently made me a granda, the other in the army, I love them both to bits, they love me, in fact how many 21 & 26 year olds would stop their dad in the street & give him a cuddle, just for the hell of it, I never did that for my father, even on his death bed, I have'nt seen my mother for years & don't miss her, so anyone who's got kids, love them to bits, it's not their fault they where born, then look back on your life and see the good you have done, so what do I miss from my youth, I miss my youth, I was'nt allowed to have one

 

Funny how good can come from evil, good on ya

 

I can relate to Cutybuns and Shieldscats upbringing. I have a complete psychopath for a mother, who used to batter me with a poker or anything else she could get her hands on. I was taken into care and lived in a childrens home for a while, then the idiot social services returned me to her for what turned out to be even more beatings, until I finally got away from home by joining the army.

So what do I miss? Watching the moon landing on black & white tv, knocky 9 doors, going down Horden beach, collecting beach coal with a battered old postmans bike. School discos dancing to tiger feet (Mud) see my baby jive (Wizard), Bleeching denims in the bath, Sykes pop van, McManus' mobile shop, Yamaha FS1E, Bogie carts! I had the Rolls Royce version made out of an old chest of drawers with a hole cut in the side so I could see. It took half the streets kids to push it Going down to Seaham Harbour with me Uncle Joe waiting for the crab boats to come in. Half a dozen crabs in the bag and walk back to Uncle Joe's house, where Auntie Iris would be getting the fire on. Out the back door into the yard where I'd play with the crabs until the big pot of water was boiling on the fire. Bring the crabs in and throw em in the pot, then sit there, cross legged in front of the fire, listening to them squealing.

Those were the days...

 

I did them all mate, teddy boy until 64 then one night at my girfriends house she gave me a beatle cut and I became a mod. Got into heavy metal, grew my hair long and was a scruffy bastard.

 

Having kippers for breakfast on Saturday morning which my dad had bought from 'the fish man' in the club on a Friday night.

 

Hey, can I tel you a wonderful story please? Bear with me. This is true, I swear to god moi is guilty :

It's 1953/4, o.k., and wartime rationing is coming to an end. This young clown had already seen his first banana about a year earlier. Right? Now then, his mother comes home one day with a round thing with a spout on top like a chimney. She cuts it in half and says 'You can have yours now, I'll have my half later'. And she leaves the room.

She comes back a few minutes later to find Young Clown standing there with a empty skin.

"Have you eaten it already?" she says.

"There's nowt there", Clown replies.

"What d'you mean, there's nowt there? What have you done?" she asks.

"Nowt, I just threw the pips out, and there was nowt left - honest."

At this point, Mother's eyes roll back in her head - should I beat the **** out of him, or take the blame myself?

Ha! She beat the **** out of me, but never mind. It taught me one of life's great lessons :

Don't throw the pips out of a pomegranate!

Believe it or not, I actually did that. I threw the pips out of a pomegranate!!!!!!!

Hey, I present to you the world champion of brain-work - oh bloody boy! Ha!

 

As soon as you said pips I knew what was coming It's my mums favourite fruit, wish the pips would slip down her windpipe the old witch!