Fylde Coast Musings vs Cyprus Life – in pictures

Originally from a small mill town in Heywood, Lancashire (United Kingdom) we moved overseas at the beginning of March 2004 and spent the next glorious 12 years in Limassol, Cyprus. Sadly, in 2016 we had to return permanently to UK due to family ill health. We now live on the Fylde coast where the river Wyre meets the Irish sea just across from Fleetwood. More places to discover and capture on camera!

Only read if you were born before 1970. Does it ring any bells?


My friend (I’m using the term loosely now) sent me this today. How does it compare for you?

My secondary school in Heywood, Lancashire

“And we never had a whole Mars bar until 1993”!!!


First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank Sherry while they carried us and lived in houses made of asbestos…

They took aspirin, ate blue cheese, bread and dripping, raw egg products, loads of bacon and processed meat, tuna from a can, and didn’t get tested for diabetes or cervical cancer.

Then after that trauma, our baby cots were covered with bright coloured lead-based paints.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets or shoes, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking.

As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.

We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.

Take away food was limited to fish and chips, no pizza shops, McDonalds , KFC, Subway or Nandos.

Even though all the shops closed at 6.00pm and didn’t open on a Sunday, somehow we didn’t starve to death!

We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.

We could collect old drink bottles and cash them in at the corner store and buy Toffees, Gobstoppers and Bubble Gum.

We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter, milk from the cow, and drank soft drinks with sugar in it, but we weren’t overweight because…. WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!!

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.

No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O..K.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of old prams and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. We built tree houses and dens and played in river beds with matchbox cars.

We did not have Playstations, Nintendo Wii, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 999 channels on SKY , no video/dvd films, or colour TV, no mobile phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms………..

WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!

We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no Lawsuits from these accidents.

Only girls had pierced ears!

We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.

You could only buy Easter Eggs and Hot Cross Buns at Easter time….

We were given air guns and catapults for our 10th birthdays.

We rode bikes or walked to a friend’s house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them!

Mum didn’t have to go to work to help dad make ends meet because we didn’t need to keep up with the Jones’s!

Not everyone made the rugby/football/cricket/netball team. Those who didn’t had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!! Getting into the team was based on MERIT

Our teachers used to hit us with canes and gym shoes and throw the blackboard rubber at us if they thought we weren’t concentrating.

We can string sentences together and spell and have proper conversations because of a good, solid three R’s education.

Our parents would tell us to ask a stranger to help us cross the road.

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of.

They actually sided with the law!

Our parents didn’t invent stupid names for their kids like ‘Kiora’ and ‘Blade’ and ‘Ridge’ and ‘Vanilla’

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL !

And YOU are one of them! CONGRATULATIONS!

You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated our lives for our own good.

And while you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave their parents were.

My primary (Heywood Junior High) school.

Of course, personally I’m FAR too young to remember any of this……..or could it be I’ve forgotten……!!!!!!!!!!

PS -The big type is because your eyes are not too good at your age anymore.

UPDATE: 3 March 2015

A few notes for those who have posted comments but find they have either not been approved or liked….

If you chose to “eff” and “jeff” in your post – it will not be displayed on this blog. It’s not what it’s about :-/

Also note: the points raised are not necessarily all my own – if you read carefully: “My friend (I’m using the term loosely now) sent me this today. How does it compare for you?” is what I added when I posted it orginally.

The school photographs are from 2 schools I actually attended in Heywood, Lancashire.

Thank you πŸ™‚


Author: Fylde Coast Musings aka CyprusPictures

I'm "Shell" or Michele - formerly a UK Expat living in Cyprus since March 2004. Sadly, we had to return to UK in April 2016 due to family illness. We now live "over Wyre" where the "River meets the Sea" at Knott End on Sea, Fylde coast, Lancashire. If you like my photos, you can see more of them on Flickr (Thulborn-Chapman Photography): http://www.flickr.com/photos/cypruspictures/albums/ and don't forget to check me out on Twitter too - you can find me: @CyprusPictures aka Fylde Coast Musings Enjoy!

263 thoughts on “Only read if you were born before 1970. Does it ring any bells?

  1. Ha! I was born in 1983 but I still looked at this – I hope it’s a long time before I need print this big. I laugh at my parents nowadays, squinting at the menu because they can never manage to remember to bring their glasses in from the car.

    Thanks for stopping by last week amid the Freshly Pressed child bans blitz, and for sharing the post on your site! I hope you’ll visit again. Having shared this list, you might like my latest post, which is a younger person’s twist on it:

    • Aha! Thanks for visiting and for your comments.
      Interesting for another perspective there too. I was born in 1958 so can relate to a hell of a lot in that article. My mum is almost 17yrs older than me with dad being 5yrs older than her so our generations are fairly close together.
      I did eat the odd dog biscuit but never worms!
      I remember video recorders and microwave ovens arriving into our world and both of these marvellous machines were huge in those days. Amazing that videos have now stopped being produced altogether and replaced by DVD players and recorders with BluRay trying to take over the world already. Mobile phones, hmmm – I used to have one when I was on call at the veterinary clinic in the early ’90s and it was the size of a house brick that had to stand in its’ own charger! Technology is a wonderful thing and it makes me wonder how anyone just a few years older than my parents view these leaps forward.
      My husband is now at the squinting stage in restaurants and has his reading glasses with him pretty much all of the time πŸ™‚

    • I was born in 1983 too I remember making a go kart when I was 10 thats about it

      • I loved the “bogeys” we made as kids or go karts as you referred to. See what the difference a few years makes πŸ˜‰
        PS: I had to remove your link as it kept telling me the page didn’t exist, even though I could search and find it on Google :-/

  2. I was born in the 70s, but this lot still applies t my childhood!

    • Thank you to those who have replied so far.
      I’m not quite sure what’s going on with this post as suddenly it seems to have gone #viral.
      I posted it originally 3 years ago in March 2011 and here 4 years later, it’s suddenly had more than 10,000 views in 48 hours.
      Not that I’m complaining but I would love to know how that came about. πŸ™‚

      • I picked up your blog from a share on Facebook! I’d like to follow you, but I’m a 1967 birth and I’m not sure how to! Well done on relocating to Cyprus!

    • I was born in 75 & me & my siblings played etc like this! Good times!!!! Kids these days don’t know they’re born! Lol!

      • hiya I was born 49 and remember everything you said brilliant good old days I totally agree with everything you said and more JT

  3. 1970 I was born, we had an outside toilet & a bucket at the top of the stairs for when anyone awoke in the night. As I was little back then I was washed in the sink mostly, mum n dad had a tin bath that was filled with warm water from pans on the stove.
    finding a good stick was brilliant & climbing up everything we could was just the norm. haha good times & yes kids today sitting & starring at a Tv / X box as soon as they come in drives me up the wall!


    • LOL, that made me laugh Nick.
      I was born in 1958 and I was bathed in a tin bath in front of the fire but before 1966 we were living in a house with an indoor toilet and bathroom. I think even before we moved to that house, we had a house with an inside toilet too….
      Where were you living in 1970?

      • i thought that as well11

      • I lived in Newcastle in the seventies and we had an outside loo then. But we were posh – there was a bath (under a hinged worktop) in the kitchen!

      • Woo! You were “posh” Eleanor πŸ™‚

      • I was born in the 1930’s and yes we had tin baths in front of the fire and outside toilets. We only had a bath once a week but we’re never dirty as we washed every day. There was no deodorants in those days as no one smelt of body odour like today and we went out and enjoyed ourselves making our own fun and games. Much better days than today we were our own people not control buy so many rules and regulations as now

      • Thought that too, i was born in 1962 & we had inside bathroom , only had one fire place coal at first then gas. Amazed at first colour TV. Out all the time. No money but that did’nt matter. Life was okay but every generation has its problems, good friends are better than gold.

      • I was born in 1955! Really enjoyed reading your cypruslifeinpictures, oh so true! What’s happening to the world now! I’m so glad I witnessed everything in your blog, I feel sorry for the youngsters of today!

    • Nick , you are right I’m a 73 kid and it is all about the stick and use your imagination, that stick turned into a machine gun at a moment’s notice it was a musical implement running along railings banging dustbins,throwing it to get your conkers from the tree,then jamming into your mates spokes on his bike because he wont let you have a go ….ha ha……The 70’s was ace for being a kid …

  4. I am a facilitator at a reminiscence workshop and shared this with the members of the workshop – you might like this one too:
    Definition of old age varies by age and sex of person being asked

    At what age does a person stop getting older and actually become old? When does old age begin?
    When researchers put that question and many others to nearly 3,000 adults, ranging in age from 18 to well over 65, the answers were revealing. Like many other questions in life, it depends on who you ask.
    As People Age, Old Age Moves Back
    It’s no surprise that the older people get, the longer they think it takes for a person to reach old age. On average, adults between the ages of 30 and 49 think old age begins at 69; people who are currently 50-64 believe old age starts at 72; and those 65 and older say old age begins at 74.
    Responses to the question, β€œWhen does old age begin?” vary by sex as well as age, with women taking the more generous view. On average, women say old age begins at age 70, according to the Pew study. Men, on average, say that old age begins at 66.
    Old Age is for Other People
    The study also shows that only one thing is truly certain when it comes to old age: the majority of people agree that none of this applies to them.
    Among survey respondents ages 65-74, only 21 percent said they feel old. Even among those who are 75 and olderβ€”an age that many of those surveyed would call β€œold”— just 35 percent said they feel old.
    Maybe it’s true, as the old saying goes, that you’re as young as you feel.
    When do you think old age begins, and why? Share your thoughts about old age below…

    Age is just a number whether it is before, well before or after 1970 …………….

    • When I was a child, being 20 seemed really old. When I was 20, 30 seemed really old, when I was 30, 40 seemed really old. When I was 40, 50 seemed really old. I’m now 46 and 50 doesn’t seem that old any more, but 60 that certainly seems old. I guess in about 10 years times, 60 is going to look pretty young to me.

    • IWas born 1960 and brought up on a farm , my dad smacked me on my bottom when i was naughty of did me no harm also tin bath came out every sunday , outside toilet , eggs eaten off the farm and milk with full cream from our cows and bacon hung in kitchen and no fridge only a larder and i am healthy , none of this did me harm .ps no heating just fire in frontroom

      • Can you still get that “gold top” milk now, that was Channel Island (Jersey cows)? I used to love it and drank loads in my early teens when I was trying to put weight on.

      • same here born on a farm but we had milk delivered as we were an arable farm but i remember mars bars pre 1993 as they went up from 4 pence to 4 new pence in 71 when we decimilized and us early 60’s lot had to learn pounds shilling and pence then decimal for the change over 4 blackjacks were a penny we had spangles to eat loved the licorice ones fish and chips on a friday night for 2 bob for 4 kids to adults and then weekly bath and hair wash

      • Blackjacks! And now you just reminded me of Bazooka Joe bubble gum. I can taste it now, just from memory πŸ™‚

      • Me to farm reared running the fiekds by day huddled under the blankets to keep warm at night no heating the upstairs a open fire in the parlour and a raburn in the kitchen were the tin bath was put , and sat on the draining board for a scrub down in the week and mum checking our hair for lice I hated that lol

    • Age only matters if you are a Cheese!

    • I was born in 1937 retired from working with adults with learning difficulties and challenging behaviour in July 1914 and find retirement boring I am not old yet

    • another old saying was a woman is as old as she looks a man is never old until he stops looking

  5. Well well done u that says it all yes im one of them who lived through this and I had more smiles as a child than tears.xxx

  6. I loved reading that and can remember all those things, such a shame now things are not good for kids nobody is safe these days. I was born in1951.xx

  7. One word sums this up BRILLIANT

  8. I was born in 1951 and can remember all of that. I remember we used to sprinkle wet tealeaves on the rugs to lay the dust before they were swept with a hard brush. Vacuum cleaners were only for the well off.

    • Hiya Joan,
      I was born not many years after you but I don’t remember anything about tea leaves…. all good stuff eh?

  9. As a boy scout you could have a 6 inch knife in a sheaf in full view of the law legally

  10. my childhood in a nutshell

  11. I was born in 1950. We had newspaper between the bedsheets to keep us warm !

    • Oh my! Even now in the winter here in Cyprus – I still resort to an electric under blanket for a month or so.

  12. Remember all of this. I had a fabulous childhood always out playing or we’d go camping most weekends and me n my brothers would spend best part of the days exploring. Great times – everybody is too busy there days for real family time.

  13. I was born in 1944, (frightened the life out of Hitler so he shot himself) and can remember all of this and more,school holidays and holiday clubs at the school where you could get your dinner,, so mums didn’t have to stop work, doing the shopping on a Saturday morning for the week for your pocket money, jako skates on a newly tared road,,running around the old houses before they were pulled down to build new stuff,,,could go on but for those born before 1940-50-60 I hope you have your memories and treasure them

  14. Agree with it all! Well done; only one slight niggle we ate ‘fairy cakes’. The term ‘cupcakes’ only came into the language as a result of ‘Political Correctness’.

    • Yep, they will always be “fairy cakes” to me too – I still can’t get my head around “cupcakes”. No trouble getting my teeth into them though πŸ˜‰

      • Actually, the term ‘cupcake’ goes back to about 1800 – but it’s AMERICAN. Now you know why we used to call them fairy cakes on this side of the pond, but only recently heard of them as cupckaes.

    • its an americanism (a modern plague)…. nothing to do with PC . they are cakes made in cups and the USA have allways called them cupcakes . my kids call all biscuits cookies now despite my protestations.

    • Not political correctness, but Americanisation of standard UK English.

    • I would say cupcakes is more a result of everyone wanting to sound American. I saw fairy cakes for sale in Sainsburys today…

    • I remember cupcakes from my 60s childhood. But they were different. Fairy cakes and butterfly cakes were what Nan made. Mum made little cakes…cake mix with dried fruit in cake cases made in the Yorkshire pudding tin. But cupcakes were what you occasionally bought from the corner shop in a packet of 4. Two varieties: chocolate…boy I’d forgotten those!. Chocolate cake with solid chocolate icing in a silver foil case. Or 2 pink and 2 yellow on plain sponge. No contest. and the packet said cupcakes. You’ve made me realise the mismatch and why today’s cupcakes are a fraud as far as I’m concerned!

      • I used to love the fairy buns from Greggs Bakeries with the rice paper on the top of them – and pink icing πŸ™‚

  15. I was born1963 walked 2 miles to school aged 4 every day it was 2 penny’s for bus fair that mum couldn’t afford.no worry’s about strangers kid naping uin them days.

  16. i was born in 1947, n boy i wish i cud turn the clock back, swinging 60’s was my era, loved then days, where ya cud walk anywhere, anytime of the day or nite, without looking over ur shoulder, i fear for my grandkids these days, n wot kind of life they are gonna av, oh the good old days, if only we had them now,,,,,,,

    • I agree with you Margaret, I too was born in 1947. Kids these days don’t know what they are missing.

  17. I wasn’t born until 1984 but had to read this as the first thing I saw was my old secondary school, just as I remember it, it doesn’t look anything like that now. Although I can’t remember all of what you said in your article I can definitely remember some. I was only saying today to my 5 year old son that he is not going to grow up playing computer games all the time as I will make sure he spends as much time outside as possible! I wish life now were as it was back then, things were just much simpler.

    • A small world, isn’t it Gemma? I’m a Heywood lass who also went to that school many, many years ago but moved to live in Cyprus 11 years ago tomorrow!

      • Yeah, I moved to Birmingham 12 years ago, and only go back to see family. I went to Harwood Park first, then ‘Siddy’. Was wondering if you happened to know my Mum and Auntie, but remembered they went to Bury Grammar School, lived in Heywood though.
        I bet it’s a bit warmer in Cyprus than Heywood isn’t it?

      • Yes, it’s definitely warmer here than in UK although we’ve had a very odd winter. We even got snow on our street down at sea level on 19th February this year and that’s pretty much unheard of! We’re around 18C just now and come the end of the month, our spring temperatures will be equivalent of a “hot” sunny day in UK. We will be in the mid 20s then and rapidly moving towards my optimum daytime temperature of 29C (warm enough to swim & sunbathe) but without the humidity.
        July and August can be hell though – hard to get dry once you come out of the shower without an A/C unit on full blast but hey, for 6 – 8 weeks of the year, we can live with it πŸ˜€

  18. good old days i rember it well i was born 26 – 8 – 1956 thanks for puting this on her

    • i was born in 1959 and a few years later and my mam had 9 kids for a kite we had a plastc bag and string and coats instead if duvets on the bed

      • Took me a while to work out just what it was you were saying there, but I definitely don’t recall having coats on the bed – but then again, I was an only child….

  19. I remember doing all of this mind you one thing that is missing is the bikes most of my friends had…I never had one but that didn’t stop me running alongside them to our destination often miles away from home and we never got lost or had to call someone to ask where are you when you got left behind as we all knew the way there and back…liked the wee bit of hitching too as I started doing that one day for a laugh to get home from school in 1979 to this day I still take the odd hitch around the country expect to be back on the road in June to get to Plymouth so if your out there and see a grey haired fellow looking like they’ve got a place to be be nice and give me a lift even if it’s only a few miles closer to Plymouth or on the way back to Scotland…thank you kind drivers for all the lifts over the years and for the future ones too…

    • Thanks John for sharing that story…. amazing to hear you’re still hitching. We’re not likely to be around Scotland or Plymouth for the foreseeable future but I wish you well on your travels.
      Stay safe πŸ™‚

  20. 14-03-1956….i was hatched, and the whole thing written here is so correct and accurate. It was nice to recall it.

  21. great read relate to it all oh how life has changed how’s life in Cyprus we thinking of moving there πŸ‡¬πŸ‡§

    • Hi Jayne, life here has been good to us in the years we’ve been here. A lot depends on your circumstances as to where you choose to settle down…. I work, so we avoided places like Paphos and Ayia Napa/Protaras as there’s not so much work for expats in those areas.
      If you will be fully retired and in receipt of your UK old age pension, then Cyprus is your oyster really…
      We’re 10 mins drive from our nearest beach and I’m 20 minutes drive from my work, which is bliss as we used to drive an hour in each direction back in UK.
      If you need any info, please feel free to contact me again.

  22. I’m a 1946 re and yes, remember all of these things SO well!

  23. We were taught to give up our seat on the bus for the elderly. And we did this without question. You don’t see this on buses or trains today.
    Well these young ones will be old themselves one day.

    • Yes, us too – and no, you don’t see it much these days. Certainly, not too much when we’ve visited UK on the odd trip to Blackpool. Eh but, we’re getting to that certain age and I won’t be standing up for any young ones!

  24. the good old days thanks for that

  25. Enjoyed it because that’s how it was good times job born 1943

  26. I was born in 1939 and thoroughly enjoyed my childhood and I don’t think I ever wanted to be a grown up like the kids of today. Does anyone else remember smoking dead leaves rolled up in newspaper and making lemonade from Eiffel Tower crystals.

  27. I was born in Bradford in 1960.i remember all this.loved my childhood.pity its not like this nowadays..

  28. we would peel an orange, eat the orange and then fight over the peel.play on the roofs of derelict houses, raid orchards and roast tatties in bonefires till they were black and eat then, then we would play chicken by running through the embers of the bonefire, never thinking you could get burnt, that was preferable to being chicken. great fun.

    • Spuds in the fire – that was me every weekend. We used to light it using tarpaulin so the spud skins got tar all over them πŸ™‚

  29. I remember all those things to and a lot more little or no pocket money and if lucky a trip to the seeside on a bank hoilday

    • I had to work for my pocket money but when I was about 14yrs old we used to go to St Annes on Sea every Sunday with some other parents and their kids. Cricket on the beach, sunbeds, windbreaks and a picnic – no matter the weather!

  30. This is one of the best things I have read on here for some time. You’ve hit the nail right on the head. Yeah we did all those things and more. Peoples attitudes were so different then the biggest factor being respect. I don’t know if its me slowly going into a brain mush but what happened to white dog mess?

    I shared this with my sons 27 & 25 and all they could manage was OMG no never lol err yes boys that’s the way it was as they say “back in the day”

    So thanks I enjoyed reading your article (Hate blogg ) enjoy the sun we have 2 days booked for the uk this year so I have started stockpiling water from my tap in used beer bottles lmao

    Best wishes Steve

    PS 60 in August

    • Happy 60th Steve! And enjoy your holiday break πŸ™‚ I have a stepson aged 26 and he doesn’t believe us when we tell him about how big microwaves and video recorders used to be….

  31. HAHA very well said and every single word of it true !! I loved my childhood !!

  32. I wasborn in 1965 and have 3 adult sons … my favorite rant to them is … ” how on earth did we ever make to this age without all the mst have gagets ” ?? they think we were bored, hungry ,backward ! on the contary… we were happy, healthyand a damn sight more streetwise … excellent post

  33. i was born 57 and went too the two schools you did after bamford rd primary junior and senior high

  34. Is everyone missing the irony that such a piece is using the medium of the internet. Shame on all you old codgers!

    • Hey, if everyone else can milk it – why shouldn’t we? And as yet, I’m still a few years under 60 too πŸ˜€

  35. This is brilliant and so so true. I’m a Heywood boy myself and also went to Siddal Moor! I remember before then going to Queens Park almost every evening in the summer with friends just to play out and explore and it was the best place to get your conkers! What’s even more amazing is that seasons actually were seasons and not this freaky weather we have now. Happy happy days. Thanks for the memories

  36. The Good days and we could add up in our heads too lol no calculators and respect and manners was something everyone was taught both at home and in school

  37. I was born in 62 and you basically described my childhood and that of my friends life was simpler and better, this country today is too politically correct

    • Too politically correct? Youngsters giving up their seats on buses for older people is just political correctness before the term was coined. Political correctness is just essentially a policy of being considerate and tolerant of others. Respect and Manners, you say? Yup, just politcal correctness of an earlier era. Cant see how we can have too much of that.
      Maybe it’s the nanny state you’re really concerned about? Too much government intervention restricting our freedoms, meddling in our daily lives with over-bearing Health and Safety Legislation? Or perhaps its the media who are to blame, playing on the fears of ordinary people, causing parents to see pedophiles on every corner for example.
      This blog glorifies the many wonderful aspects of growing up in the 50s and 60s (I’m from ’56 myself), but I think we have to consider a tinge of nostalgia may have crept in here. Do we remember some of our class mates with polio and rickets for instance? Nostalgia is a wonderful thing, but it does have a tendency to be a tad rose-tinted.
      So what happened between the time we were kids and now? How did our society change in the way it has, to become over-regulated and over-fearful. Who is to blame for this. I don’t see how we can blame our parents because they were the ones in charge during the period of childhood freedom described in this blog. Nor do I see how we can blame our children or grand-children, because the changes had already taken hold by the time they had grown up and were taking charge. The sad fact is that the world that we live in today was created by the baby-boomer generation who were all born in the post war period from 1945 – 1960. We enjoyed a free childhood and then when we were grown up in the 70s and 80s it was us who drove (or accepted through complacency) the changes that have happened.
      I love the images conjured up by this blog. I identify with so much of it too. It tugs at the heart-strings, and gives those who remember the time a wonderful warm feeling inside. But please do not blame political correctness. The values of manners, consideration, respect, genuine friendship etc that we were taught as children, and that this article promotes are the very essence of politcal correctness.

  38. I was born in 1963,,,, my child hood days was brilliant we got on with life had simple fun and most of all had respect for our parents and elders!!!!

  39. Loved reading this piece, brought a smile to my face and I remembered my childhood with great fondness! I was born in 67 and I remember things being so much simpler then! Everyone is obsessed with fame, money, celebrity, wearing brands etc It’s almost as if we are a different species than the kids of nowadays. Like some of your other readers, I also wish we could turn the clock back to a happier, simpler and more innocent way of life. I moved to Cyprus in 92 in search of the simpler life and am still here, but always crave for the good old days. Thank you for your thoughts and memories!

  40. fred 3 march 2015 at 0917 I was 1939 THE GOOD OLD DAY. luckey to have a radio.

  41. I was born in 1960 so this article pretty much describes how it was to grow up as a child in my era. Not too far from Heywood – in Radcliffe πŸ™‚

  42. I was born in the 40’s, but never ate worms πŸ˜„

  43. Tim
    I was born in 62 and this was how remember it.Can remember my mum and dad buying my first Air Rifle out of the Grattan Catalouge.Those were the days 12p for 10 no10 lol

  44. I was born in 46 and can relate to all of this. It is just a pity we cannot have the freedom for our Grandchildren as we did, however we try to give them as much of the outside space as we can [ away from TV and computor gadgets !!I used to run the woods in my village of Edlington a former mining village, as much as time would allow, plus swimming in the river don and several other ponds !!oh what times we had.

  45. How very true

  46. I was born in 64….I’m only just telling my Mum & Dad some of the stuff I got up to as a kid!!! I’m 50 and my Mum still clips me round the ear….Just recently told them I used to go and see Chelsea in the 70’s when they thought I was just up the town for the day…Lived in Woking and used to bunk on the train up to London…Got away with a lot…just good at not getting caught…lol…I’m now a responsible parent of an 8 year old….As she grows up there is nothing she can do that will shock me having grown up with Punks. Skins, Mods, Bikers…..I make a point of remembering what I was like whe deciding on what she can do….we do have some fun…

  47. That’s my old school siddal moor!

  48. I remember all that you had written, some great memories there. I lived in Middleton and went to Elm Street infants and juniors then Moorclose School on Kenyon Lane. Moved away to Sunny Brighton and have been here since 1972. Cyprus is a beautiful place you are very lucky. Robert. x

    • Thank you Robert – we definitely feel blessed that we’ve had 11 great years here and glad we chose to take the plunge to move to Cyprus when we did, rather than leave it too late to be able to enjoy it properly.

  49. all of the above,plus wearing cardigans over our nighties and socks to bed, and paraffin heaters in the bedroom, and we never burned the place down πŸ™‚ the freedom was enormous -and we were even allowed to get bored sometimes, and that was OK!

    • Sheila, if I tell that we still do that here in Cyprus during winter now, you may well understand why we chose this island for its’ “innocence” and can still fairly happily relate to childhood memories πŸ˜‰

  50. I was born in 1960 and remember life being just like that. No cares or worries. Just played out all day if the weather was dry. If it rained, we put our wellies on and our macs and still went out to play. Happy days. I tried to give my children the same carefree childhood as I had and on the whole I succeeded. I hope they have as many happy childhood memories as I still have. Thank you for posting this.

  51. My childhood too. We try and relive it for our kids by having a caravan at Camping Du Quinquis in France which has the feel of good old fashioned holidays. No TV, no slot machines and no noisy discos just beetle drives, quizzes, silent discos, kids all playing together, cycling round the camp site and good old fashioned family fun. And guess what …..everyone is happy. Even makes me feel like a kid again and I’m 53!

  52. I was born in 1971 and we did all this I so miss them days in the summer we would make a jam butty and have a bottle of orange cordial and spend the day in the park and go home for tea then on the front until we were shouted to come in that was every day the only time you was in was for meal times or bed too many happy memories I miss my childhood

  53. 1943 was a busy year in all of the country and with three brothers and three sisters there was very very little to round, Two or three to a bed, first one in the tub on Sunday night got the cleanest water and towel.You ate what was put in front of you if not the next meal would not be for a few hours and could easily be the same thing. You played outside till you were called in after you did all your chores first of course,Want ice run after the ice truck in the summer, want a swim the river was ten blocks away.If you got sick you got the best bed in the house in the dinning room behind the big wood stove warmest in the house other wise back to sharing a bed, no central heat no tub or shower and no hot water . Washing using an old wringer washer and hung out to dry. No summer camp we lived outside all summer. Snow no problem borrow a pair of your brothers pants and walk to school with the rest ,but make sure the pants came off before class or you got a rule across the knuckles. In the night the ice would form on the windows be sure not to lick it . Grow up today no I don’t think so .The kids today have no idea .

  54. I was born in 58 and describes my life happy days.

  55. My childhood was similar to this (born 1965) but with a few differences. My Mum did go out to work – we were a rare single-parent family and we were being warned about talking to ‘strange men’ even in the 70s. For those who say that perverts are a recent problem I would say Moors Murderers and Fred West…

    We also had no indoor loo or hot running water. This was Essex in the 60s/70s – and don’t let anyone tell you the winters are mild in Essex! Not much snow but wind straight from the arctic!

  56. I was born in 1963.
    The majority of your post rings true with me.
    As a kid I got up to stuff that would give parents of today nightmares, but the result of the type of childhood that I and other like me experienced is:

    We know how to entertain our selves.

    We know what is really dangerous, and because of this we have “Common sense” (These days that is not nearly as common as the name suggests).

    We have a pretty good idea of how the world and nature works.

    I found this on line and I think it is a really good idea.

    I know he is American, but it is still true. πŸ˜‰

    What do you all think?

  57. Oh that was brilliant to read and I totally agree with every word. The 60’s were the best days ever and we were all so innocent and happy. Our childhood was so esciting, we used to,play outside most of the time,making dens, lorry carts, playing hide and weak, marbles, hopscotch just to mention a few. I am so glad I was growing up in those years as would not want to be a youngster of today. Don’t know what the future will hold and it is quite scary really. I fear for my Grandchildren. Thank you so much for all those memories x 😊

  58. I was born 1971 & this applies till at least 1978 – 9

  59. I remember all them.allso we ad a washer with a great big ringer on top we’re you used to ring washing through till bone dry.a big pot sink with a geaser over top.

  60. Just reading that brought many good memories and also a few that I would not like to go through again. I was born 6/3/1958 so yes all mathematicians you know my age ! lol.
    When you think back to the way we lived, things were much better for us, than our parents and grand parents.
    The 6 weeks holidays we had so much fun spending time making the go carts, playing hopscotch on the paving slabs outside on the street, jacks (or snobs some would call them), chines skipping made from elastic, hand clapping and making rhymes to say to the clapping. I used to go up and down the street with my friends collecting rose petals from any roses that hung over the the hedges and onto the street to make make rose petal perfume with water from the kitchen taps and try to sell it to our friends and their mums.
    We would go off to the fields take bats and balls and play cricket. rounders and football. Go climbing trees, make rope swings from the high branches from a tree branch with the rope tied around the centre of a thickish fallen branch. then we would jump on with a leg either side of the rope. I never did know where or how the rope came from. Make daisy chains, take off our plastic sandals and cool our feet in the stream, play kiss chase, fox and hounds, knock and run hide and seek, we could find loads of things to do and non of them would cost a single penny, BUT WE WERE HAPPY !
    We used to go to the youth clubs, brownies, guides, cubs and scouts. Go down to the park and meet children from other schools and play with them They do not know how to play , interact (be with other kids) with each other, make up games and keep themselves entertained and just be children.
    We did get smacked bottoms, hands and legs, if we were naughty. But I don’t think it did us any harm and we all remembered our ”P’s” and ”Q’s”, be polite and courteous and respect our elders.
    I feel so sorry for today’s children as they do not know how to play and use their imagination for things to do and play with.
    Children of today only want to be more grown up, use mobile phones, game consoles, watch tv and use computers, i-pads and laptops.
    I wonder what our grown up children will think of our play days when they are our ages ????

  61. I was born 1951….. Can relate to all of the above….maybe not eating worms but definately can recall eating dirt and playing with earth worms in the garden…I was very young lol x zi think my long term memory has truly kicked in. Your life in Cyprus looks wonderful…enjoy x

  62. ……….and if your friend had chicken pox mother would send you to play with him / her so that you would catch it just to get it out of the way
    we also climbed trees …… and fell out of them

  63. Loved reading this and brought back so many memories. What would children make of this today I wonder.

  64. How about not telling your parents if you were slapped in school or told off. Your parents would automatically give you the same punishment again.

  65. I remember all of it including playing in the woods and in the creeks catching tadpoles and raising frogs. As a child of the 50s and 60s, living in a small mills town on the coast of British Columbia (population around 300) we made our own fun using our IMAGINATIONS. Built igloos and snowmen in the winter and forts and treehouses in the summer. Everything you mentioned brings back fond memories. Growing up had a few rules like always be home for meals and in the house at a certain time in the evening. There were no drugs. (Dope was something you called someone). A much happier and wholesome way for children to grow up. Thanks for reminding me of those good times.

    • Hi Dwight, yes certainly we had no real gadgets or stuff like that as children. I recall getting a gyroscope and was quite fascinated with it but that would have been when I was around 11 or 12 years I think. We had what we called gang huts rather than tree houses or igloos but similar to what you refer to…
      However, I don’t think I can agree to the drugs – they’ve been around even long before any of us were born and used constantly. Under a different name perhaps as far back as 1500 BC and possibly even before that!

  66. everything you said was spot on i was born in horden county durham in 1942 one of 13 kids and today they will never have as good a childhood as i did i feel very sorry for them

  67. I was born in 1960 and so relate to everything. We had a fun childhood. My parents did not have to worry about what presents to buy us for birthday’s Christmas etc. I find parents today are put under so much pressure, specially with children wanting all the latest computer etc. Also it most certainly is not a safe society anymore. We also as kids use to play outside from sunrise to sunset. You could always hear so much laughter as us kids played and dad’s would come home from work and join us kids in a game of cricket, football, rounders. So sad that you do not see kids playing out in their gardens.

    • It’s something we do still see here in Cyprus – kids playing out in the street. It’s changing slowly, slowly and you do see the kids walking around in groups with their faces glued to their mobile phones nowadays. It still has an air of innocence about it though, which cannot be a bad thing in my view.

  68. I was born in 1956 but always considered myself very fortunate. I recall all that you have mentioned and some. my two brothers and I were highly privileged children, I had my own bedroom from the age of 3 and we had a proper bathroom with hot running water & cast iron bath even in the 50’s. I used to think it was great fun having a bath at y grans house in the tin bath in front of the open fire…..bliss. O and I always had a whole Mars Bar lol

  69. very true I wonder what tomorrows kids will be saying in 60yrs time lol

  70. I enjoyed this piece very much and so true! It annoys me to see boys playing FIFA on games consuls instead of having a “kick about” the days of 22 a-side football and at 25 goals to seven and time to go home it was “next goal is the winner” black and white TV and only 3 channels to choose from. We read books and comics and could actually hold a conversation and as a child of the 60’s we had the ability to remember birthdays before facebook sent us a reminder! Those halycon days and even though we had little we had enough and were content, thanks for the memories.

  71. I was born in 1977 and i loved my childhood years, how we all knew our neighbours and would be in and out of each others houses, we had no choice of what clothes we were to wear each day it was whatever your mum put out for you usually my shell suit or something nan knitted which was too big lol, we always sat down at the table as a family for our meals and appreicated what we had, the street lamp was our clock and as soon as that came on it was time for bath and bed for 7 pm, those were the days and i always tell my kids that i didnt have mobile phones i could hear my mum shout me a mile off lol

  72. I had to smile as I read it, it was my childhood to a tee. I was born at the back end of the 50’s and we didn’t have a lot, but one thing we did have was fun and we were carefree. πŸ™‚

  73. Hi. I was born in Nottingham and I still live there, but my childhood was just exactly like yours. They were the good old days, and I think some of us would probably give a lot to have those day back again. I know I would. Then, we were really living. Nowdays, in spite of all the modern technology, some of us just exist. Lovely memories.xxx

  74. Hi I was born in 1967 an I carnt believe what I just was reading it’s so true in every way my god it’s brought back lots of very good memories many thanks for taking me back to my childhood xx

  75. Always makes me laugh when I read things like this. ‘We was brung up proper’. So why did the same generation that were brung up ‘proper’ not bring their own kids up ‘proper’ ?? They are basically saying our parents brought us up proper but actually we haven’t brought our own kids up proper ourselves, hardly anything to brag about!

    • Sadly Rebecca, those of our generation did bring up the next generation of children properly – however, it seems to be the generations after that where it all falls down. Nowadays it appears to be that children are born but after that the a vast number of parents expect someone else to be responsible for them. That’s if we believe all that is reported in the news and on TV…. There always seems to be someone else to blame. I’m sure that’s not the whole picture but that’s the way it comes across 😦

  76. aye those were the days

  77. Gosh that takes me back. I was born in 1947 and everything you wrote was spot on.
    I feel sorry for the kids of today, they may have all the latest gadgets etc, but they don’t seem to have the fun we had back then.
    Money might have been scarce but we never went without and really appreciated what we had and what we were given.

  78. Born 1948 i can remember everything you mention in your post,those were the days HAPPY ONES as well.Also sit on back door step till midnight chatting with nighbours.

  79. I was born on 1964, and you are right on the money with everything… Somehow, younger generation forgot how to live…and be happy been outside with friends. I did not eat worms, but I sure tested all the green(and not so green) staff I came across. None only, we survived, but we also learn how to be happy with what we have.

  80. i was born dec 69 and we had outside scary toilet and even scarier tin bath, only once a week mind cos it was too much hard work to fill more than that haha, i remember being outside with my mates all day everyday in the hols and i also remember proper bloody seasons as well…red hot in the summer and a foot of snow in the winter πŸ™‚

  81. I was born 1968 and that summed up my childhood coming in from school getting changed have tea n be out again in 15 min then as we didn’t have mobiles we had to actually go knock on for our friends which was a pain when they wasn’t in lol if the local bobby caught u doing something he would just give u a clip round the ear n tell u to get lost n at the weekends u was out from when u got up till it was time to go in which normally was when it went dark. Happy times growing up in them days salot better than sitting in front of the tv all day playing video games.

  82. Hear hear! 1958 vintage I am and all of this rings very true – it is amazing I survived all of that punishment to be the doddering 56 year old i am today! I was as thin as a rail and ate like a horse – never home as a kid. i still managed to read books. What times we live in.

  83. I was born in 1966..it’s my birthday today I’m 49.i remember all of this. .brings back good memories . We used to have lino on our bedroom floor in the winter when it was frosty ican remember scraping frost off the inside of the window. .it was great fun used to keep me amused for a while. Shops used to close Wednesday afternoons as well as Sunday’s we didn’t miss shopping . Thanks for posting this it’s made my day. .Good times. πŸ™‚

    • We still have that here in Cyprus (half day closing and most shops closed on Sunday). I don’t miss the frost though! However, we do still use kereosene heaters in the winter as we have no central heating so that’s when we go back to “the good old days” and the simple life.

  84. that was my life growing up 1966 I was born and I loved my childhood would not change anything

  85. So many fond memories! I was born in 1967 and did ALL of these things and actively encourage my kids to do the same, not always with great success. I was also drawn to this as I spent several years as a kid living in Limassol and have many fond memories of finishing school in Episkopi at 1.30pm and spending the afternoons on the beach at Limassol near the Astoria hotel. That was in 1982-6 so bet its changed LOADS but give St Andrews Street a big hi from me!

  86. i was born in 1960 I remember most of them lived in Radcliffe so not that far used to go to my Grans who lived near Rochdale rd Bury used to get the bus back and I would wait for the Rochdale bus as it was cream and blue as I thought they looked better than the Bury Green

  87. Good one. I was born 1955 and can relate to all of this. We also went camping. Had pen knives and played a game called stretch (or chicken!) We had no central heating or hot water & everyone I knew had one coal fire which had to be made each morning. (hot water came from some kind of tank heated by the fire) & an immersion heater which wasn’t used in a morning.

    • The tank you refer to, I think we had one too – it was called a “back boiler”. Ours was a Baxi model.

  88. I was born in 1949 so I remember “going out to play ” climbing trees running over my fathers toes when he taught me to ride my first two wheeler lol. We made “gambows” out of pram wheels and a plank of wood using a stick nailed to the side as a brake(yes I made posh gambowws lol) or spragging to stop it( putting your feet down to act as your brakes). Went scrumping crab apples from the local woods, catching minnows in the brook and throwing bangers on Nov 5th using an old drain pipe as a rocket launcher (like a bazooker) . Yes we did all these “dangerous” things but we also enjoyed life. Oh yes I had a skate board lol a piece of wood accros my all metal roller skate laying back and running down the hill on it tilting the board to steer by it dragging on the road, EPPIC. I am retired now but still remember the thrill fear and joys. I once cut my foot on glass in the brook my dad gave me a spanking (through about 4 layers of bed clothes lol ) for getting blood on the carpet, then carried my to the kitchen and washed my foot in parazon in water.you knoew your parents loved you by their action not by what they bought you.

  89. Freedom…..make sure your back for youre tea!
    Then back out again on your bike to the other side of the village making dens in trees assembling dangerous rope swings. Dad never knew where I was and didn’t worry as long as home on time. I’m a little lever lass .

  90. I was born in 1955 and remember all of it.. The good old days… x

  91. i loved your post, I was born in 72 and have done everything you have said, played out and made mud pies, used to love making ‘perfume’ from lavender and rose petals and taking to the old dear that lived 2 doors away, walking to school in all weathers and going to swimming lessons and walking home and my hair freezing with icicles in them it was that cold, my mum hanging the washing out and when they were brought in we had to shake them as they were stiff as a board, I have a 7 year old boy and would love nothing better than to let him play out like we did, (luckily he has a very good imagination and doesn’t play on xbox/wi games), he makes me laugh when I tell him that we didnt have mobile phones or tablets when I was growing up and only having a landline phone, its worse when he says were there dinosaurs in my day haha

  92. Born in 1964 this is amazing and how true so many memories and all of them happy 😊 ty for the memories

  93. This is a nice nostalgic post, but I have to point out you are all using the internet to like, share and comment on this. Modern life does have it perks too πŸ˜‰

    • Too right it does! Also goes to show that those of us born before 1960 can still learn a thing or two, too πŸ˜€

  94. Heard a few of these before but so spot on! Was a 50s kid so brought back happy memories. Sherry mums? I always thought it was just my mum who topped up her ruby red from off licence phew such a relief haha. My pet hate -made up names for kids arrgh!! Just moved back to blighty from Cyprus . I had duvet on winter loved looking out the window first thing in morning more memories.

  95. Don’t know about you, but the shop on the corner was a corner shop, not a store and our parents couldn’t CONTACT us. To reach someone meant with your arms… hmm, still does to me.

  96. Yes our teachers did hit us with canes etc not in the majority for discipline but to exercise their control freakery and in some cases for their own sexual/violent gratification .
    Yes we did ride in cars with no seat belts and history has proved that since the introduction of compulsory seat belt wearing was introduced in 1975 an estimated 255,000 lives have been saved.
    Yes we were given Air guns and catapults for our tenth birthday and hundreds of kids lost their sight or even worse due to misuse.

    So the”Good old days” weren’t all that good

  97. I was not born until the late seventies, however most of this rings true … we were never in as children and we were always very happy. We spent most of our time in the local river, playing football or climbing trees! Not a single games console or mobile to be had and we managed just fine. Oh and we wouldn’t dare have raised our voice or swear at an adult!

  98. i am that man it’s all true lived and loved it oh for the good old days

  99. The only thing that is not true about my childhood is I didn’t eat the worms, I was born in 1955 in Hull East Yorkshire and this is like a story of my life!

  100. i was born in 1954 and all the above things mentioned are true .We used to build rafts made out of an old door and two railway sleepers. I was born and bred in Leicester and proud of it.

  101. We used to use a proper guillotine..aged 9! Nobody ever chopped their fingers, or anything else, off!!

  102. Born in 1957 played in the park all the time,mum didn’t see me all weekend as I was at the stables in casleton Tom and Chris Wilson couldn’t ride to save my life at the time ! But rode the biggest horses there when I was just 13, them were the days with good friends and long days!,

    • First time I went on a horse was at the stables by Castleton Moor golf course. Some stupid woman whacked the golf ball, hit my horse and it bolted. I came off and got dragged before my dad’s mate, Vinny managed to stop it. I’ve still got a hole in my knee from that experience and I’m not a fan of horses since then….
      We went to Cairo for my (now) hubby’s 30th birthday and he wanted to take the horse ride across to the pyramids at Giza. I preferred to go on the camels – but apparently, he’d seen Ice Cold In Alex and it was a dream of his, so horses it was…. However, I drew the line when he asked me to take his photograph! I was on a white knuckle ride as it was, gripping tight to the saddle and there was no way I was letting go to take his sodding photo! :-/

  103. I was born in 1956, and every single point fits my life, except one: the American term “cup cake” hadn’t made it into our vocabulary; we called them fairy cakes.

  104. I was born in 1993, and used to always call for my friends. I love technology don’t get me wrong, but would love to be more like your blog post as I think we’re far too reliant on it now! And not to mention OTT with safety!! Lol x

  105. A brilliant summary of life back then. I was born in 1946 and can remember those carefree days of childhood. Our grandchildren will never know such times and they find it hard to understand how we survived without all of today’s gadgetry.

  106. I read this out loud to my Husband and all of it rings true to both our childhoods and how happy we were. I loved your P.S. at the end

  107. I remember all of this and you could shout up to your mum or auntie for a jam piece and they threw it out the window to you, hard luck if you didn’t catch it lol.

  108. I was born 1962 and growing up was brilliant everybody knew everybody else in the street everyone use to make big pans of stew nobody really had anything so they put everything together and it would feed all the kids no worries leaving your door open kids were safe and didnt have any worries like mams do now you could go for walks and be fine we didnt have much but it was great i would go back i use to make jam sandwiches bottle of water and i would go out with my friend if we only knew then wot we know now ☺x

  109. I’m a 1958 baby, Ha ha that took me right back to my youth thanks for that, things I’ve never thought of for years all oh so true.

  110. Born in 64′ did all these and more. Garden creeping, kick the can, newting. Riding like the devil was after you with a peg and a playing card attached to your spoke. Teachers throwing chalk at you, clipping your ear. Slamming a ruler on the desk to wake you up. Haha Great days!!

  111. Yes, amazing how universal the spirit of the time was. I was born in the sixties, but behind the Wall, in Hungary. Almost everything applies, except that our mothers did have to work. Women staying at home as housewives was considered as some bourgeois defect, against the principle of emancipation, and was in fact forbidden. Everybody had to work and everybody had jobs. Oh, and everybody had spare time to spare. Otherwise, as if we had grown up in the same village πŸ™‚

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  113. The above “Only read if you were born….” is great & mainly true for me too. I was born in 1950 in Warrington Lancs – not Cheshire as it is now known! Although I have lived in “the south” since 1969 (should have only been for 4yrs training, but then I met my husband), I am still proud to call myself a “Lancashire Lass”! I have twice visited (& loved) Cyprus, 1st time in 1972 with a friend whose retired grandparents had bought a plot of land & built a house in Karmi – up the hill above Kyrenia – then in 2003 when I went to Paphos with my husband – we hired a car &toured a lot of the island. Todays kids miss out on the fun, common sense & socialisation that was such a normal part of our childhood!

    • Our dog “Indie” came from Warrington Dog’s Home – we say he’s almost a “scouser”. He is a bit of a scally too, even at 12yrs of age πŸ™‚
      Glad to hear you’re familiar with Cyprus! Always good to share news and views.

  114. I was born in ’53 and remember a lot of the things you mentioned and some more, we made swings on trees with somebody’s dads towrope, used peashooters and shot real hard Leo peas from them ( health and safety nightmare now), made slings from rubber bands and fired staples (the kind you use for fixing fencing to posts) at each other. Around bonfire night we did the dopiest things , like raiding other bonfires and throwing bangers around, also jacky jumpers.In the summer we would “camp out” up the mountain and didn’t get scared coz there was no light to switch on. For years the only toy I had that used electricity was a torch with plastic lenses that changed the colour, and I’d wait for it to get dark just so i could use it. Crisps were soft, from getting damp coz the packets came in tins and the packets were made from some kind of paper not plastic. I learned how to make my own gambo (go kart ) and to do that I had to get a red hot poker to burn a hole through the wood that held the front axle and the piece that served as the body, (no panicking mums and dads taking it of you, just a “where you going with that ” question and accepting your answer coz ” I know you weren’t a moron. Calling friends of my mum or dad “uncle or aunty” out of respect, running away from coppers coz “they knew your mum or dad” not talking back to them or giving them lip as my dad used to say. Oh , and the thirty second rule, this was a beaut, if you dropped a sweet or coughed your bubble gum out of your mouth and it landed on the floor, as long as you picked it up within thirty seconds it was safe. Walking to school, even in the rain and steaming yourself dry by any radiator you could find.drinking ice cold milk that was actually frozen , in school. Getting caned if I misbehaved, clipped across the ear when a cane wasn’t handy, and not having my parents threaten to sue the school.In the school holidays I was only just on nodding terms with my parents coz I was to busy playing OUTSIDE with my mates, you know mates, those kids you went to school with, and not the ones on your computer or phone, that you’ve never met nor are likely to meet coz they live on the other side of the world. Not wearing clothing that had the “right name on it” and looking like an olympic hopeful in training. Not taking the mickey out of kids who’s parents couldn’t afford the best stuff for them, just accepting them as friends coz they were great to be with. I could go on< I could write a book, You know, a book , one of those things you read from that doesn't run out of battery charge just when the story gets interesting.

  115. Yep, I was born 1960 I have a 7 year Old boy who is fascinated with these stories. When he visits at weekends its Dad can we go for a walk. I tell him how we used to play in the fields, making camps with the freshly mowed grass. How we used to grab apples and pears and strawberries raspberries growing in the country. We used to go out with our younger siblings in Tow and played kiss chase…lol
    He sits there mouth agape

  116. Born in 1954, I also had a childhood involving go carts, run outs, 2 balls, French skipping, fishing for sticklebacks barefoot in the local stream and Saturday morning pictures, 8 of us used to go together and save our bus money to buy sweets or a bag of broken biscuits. I grew up with an indoor toilet and bathroom, but married at 17 (and still married to the same man) we lived in a shared house off of the Old Kent Road in London and had a tin bath and outside toilet. We used to heat up the water in the washing machine and empty it into the bath in front of the gas oven, and when we had all had a bath we opened the scullery door and emptied the water into the garden. Having two children by the time I was 19 was hard work, but I took my exams, worked full time paying baby minders and spent quality time with my children. We bought our first house when I was 23 because we both got tax rebates in the same week and it was enough for a deposit. Our eldest children grew up playing the same games as we did but when our youngest arrived in 1984, times were already changing, he was playing quite happily with his older brother and sister on a Commodore 64, the only “computer” my husband has ever played games on, although we bought him a tablet for Christmas to look up the football and racing results. I started my accounting career using an Ncr 32 and progressed through all of the computers and now love my iPhone, iPad and Apple Mac.
    When our youngest was 7, I wasn’t happy with his progress at school and went to see his teacher, the class was rung riot around him and when I asked where the discipline was he said that children weren’t allowed to be stressed. There was no competition, no winners or losers. Such a shame. But he is happily married and qualified in a good job as are my eldest two.
    My grandchildren are polite and interested in “the war” which we didn’t experience thankfully.
    Thanks for the opportunity to reminisce xx

    • My first computer was an Amstrad…. remember how when you were loading programmes the cassette tape used to make weird bleeping and screeching noises. Funny about the odd things that you remember….
      I used to have a front door key on a string around my neck from the age of 7yrs and in the school holidays, we had a designated lady on our street called Sandra Brown who we could all go to in case we needed help with anything. I never needed her as a child but in my 30s, I was living alone still on the same street and got the flu which caused an asthma attack. She called the ambulance out and stayed with me. The option was to be hospitalised or have someone come in and “see” to me. Sandra came and brought me food and drinks for 2 or 3 days until I was well enough to be able to look after myself again. I don’t know if she is still around but maybe I will ask on facebook in my old town to see if someone can tell me….

  117. I was born inn 54 and of course remember all these things. I hope you don’t mind but this reminded me of a poem I wrote about 6 years ago. so I have posted it. If that’s not OK I’m sure you have the capabilities to delete it πŸ™‚
    Kids of Today

    If the kids of today
    For just one week
    Had technology taken away
    Then rest assured they would say they were bored
    After less than just one day.
    But when we were young
    We made our own fun
    Without technology
    No mobile phone, No PS3
    No X Box or no Wii.

    We had hula hoops
    To spin round our waist
    Or legs or round our arms
    We made daisy chains, rose petal scent
    And turned pebbles into charms.
    We went out on our bike
    For as long as we liked
    With no padding or no hat
    Played β€˜whip it’ on our Jacco skates
    If we fell, well that was that.

    We made go karts out of old pram wheels
    A wood box and a plank
    A cotton reel, match, candle and band
    Made a really brilliant tank.
    We invented cricket played with dice
    Played shove halfpenny on the table
    And football using a comb and coin
    And with string we played cats cradle.

    With a pebble and a piece of chalk
    We’d play hop scotch for hours
    Or run around with a curtain on
    Pretending to have magic powers.
    We played football over the park with mates
    Playing first one up to ten
    With 20 each team till we ran out of steam
    As long as we weren’t late… again

    Jumpers for goalposts, as they say
    It was great if went all night
    And in the end the last goal wins
    And there’d usually be a fight
    But the next evening after school
    We’d all be back again
    Picking teams with two captains
    And we’d always still be friends

    We played pirate radio in our bed at night
    With pop music, fun and jokes
    And if lucky enough to have TV
    Well… that’s for the richer folks
    But if you did have one you thought it was fun
    Though there wasn’t much to see
    You took your choice from two channels
    ITV and BBC

    It was before we had decimal coins
    When the currency sounded foreign
    With a farthing, tanner, thrupenny bit
    A halfpenny and a florin.
    When a Mars bar was our weekly treat
    Not one each but five way shared
    And no squabbling over the biggest bit
    Coz nobody really cared

    You could get sweets at 4 a penny
    Fruit salads and black jacks
    And a bag of crisps with a bag of salt
    Was our only savoury snack
    You could buy a pack called a Jamboree bag
    With sweets, a puzzle and a toy
    We had lucky dips, chocolate fags
    And chocolate called five boy

    No whipped ice cream
    Just served in scoops
    With little lumps of ice
    Who could forget that piece of string
    Hanging out from the sugar mice.
    And every night when you were in bed
    Your parents tucked you in
    You’d always dread the things they said
    And it would always begin…

    Night, night, sleep tight, mind the bugs don’t bite
    Was always the same warning
    God willing and if all goes well, we’ll see you in the morning
    It actually scared the life out of me
    Just how big were these bugs?
    I think I may have just preferred
    Good Night, a kiss and hugs

    So we always made use of our time
    And enjoyed to have a run
    Whether with stone or chalk or hoop or ball
    Our games were always fun
    So technology isn’t everything
    In someways it stunts our lives
    You might be a technical genius
    But your body gets deprived
    Instead of playing football
    With virtual reality skill
    Let’s get a ball and a group of friends
    And play the game for real.


    • Thank you for sharing your poem “Kids of Today” with Cyprus Life – in pictures and now the whole wide world πŸ˜€

    • What a great poem. Hope you don’t mind, I have just shared this on Facebook πŸ™‚

  118. I was born in ’51 and can relate to a lot of this….reading it brought back memories or GROWING UP. !!! thanks !!! I will pass this on to my friends born in the same year and we went to high school together ….

  119. I was born in 1948 .what you wrote was brilliant!!!. Love the times. Wish we could go back!

  120. Born in 1943 did every single thing mentioned

  121. I concur with everything that is stated i,m one of these kids and can,t comprehend the way we have had to bring our
    children up against the way we were allowed to. And today i,m 56 with all the intuitive skills i was nurtured with,
    free from censorship,and allowed to make my own mistakes

  122. Love this, its so true but the ear ring thing was invented for men, they carried a gold ear ring while serving abroad incase they died they were carrying the price of a decent burial

  123. I was born in 1950 and everything posted on that there is exactly how we where, if we moaned about a sniffle trying to skip school we where took took by our ears, mum will not keep you from school unless you where dying :-), good times, we didn’t have a lot of money but we did have friends, true ones at that which stuck by you and was always there for you. It thought me a few things growing up in 50’s like respect my elders, be polite etc etc, and yes, if we did anything wrong we got a slap for it :),

  124. I was born in 1965 and my mother used to let us stop at the sweet shop on the way home from school and give me 2.5 pence to spend on sweets! We would spend ages choosing. In those days a marathon bar cost 2.5p. Happy memories.

  125. I was born in 1972 and all these things applied to me. made me smile more than once x

  126. K nockers, chipped wrist bones and the odd cracked skull. My chopper bike and fish tailing down hill landing in a slurry ditch waist high with nettles. Pippa dolls!!! Bay city Rollers and David Cassidy. Space Hoppers, Etcha sketch, the bread van, the milk man, full cream milk bottles topped with yoghurt pots to stop the birds eating the cream, 4p for a Cadburys Creme Egg, what happened to Kunzle Cakes?? Power cuts with mothers sharing ovens, potatoes becoming precious, no sugar, no flour, TV dot saying good night don’t forget to lock up and put the cat out! Seeing Angela Rippons legs, watching the black and white minstrels IN COLOUR!!, Champion the Wonder Horse, Zoro, Casey Jones, Skippy, Flipper, White Horses at Saturday morning cinema, running down the shop Saturday before they closed at lunch cos mom forgot the stuffing for Sunday lunch. Brentford nylon sheets that ripped the scabs off your knees or snapped your toes when they got a hole in. Fibre glasscurtains, stiff as aboard and see through!! Born in 1963.

    • LOL, we were only talking about “Angela Ripoff” the other night after we watched Cash in the Attic on our Android box here in Cyprus…. I recall Morecambe and Wise had her on the show wearing a long dress and what looked like a pair of hobnail boots πŸ˜€

    • Bay City Rollers! I still have one of their albums πŸ™‚ and I used to love watching all those childrens programmes. As for nylon sheets, I was allergic to, but allergies weren’t invented then.

  127. A far simpler world where children didn’t need money to enjoy themselves. Branded name clothes were not the issue, murders were few and far between, terrorism was never heard of.Services were better, school places were easier to obtain and the education was better. The children didn t go round swearing all the time. Children had more respect for the elderly and the streets and lanes weren’t littered with rubbish

  128. Born 1960 – as a kid the summers were always hot, I had brown arms & a brown neck! We climbed trees, we camped out went bird nesting. Stayed up late to watch a Hammer horror movie. Sat open mouthed as man stepped onto the moon. Climbed the pit heaps like they were mountains. Bathed once a week on Sundays for school the next day! Holidays abroad were never heard of. We never had a phone or a car, got our first colour TV in the late 70’s. Went to the cinema on a Saturday morning for thruppence. Last but not least we never locked the front (or back) doors. Life was good.

  129. This is me to a T! Born in 1950 and did all those things and more!

  130. Hi, my dad and my husbands dad were both brought up in Heywood. Coincidence as neither of us lived there when we met. Great article, brought back some memories. Rounders and Kerby in the street with cars going by, would never let my kids do that today with the speed of cars now.

  131. An excellent Blog. I was born in 1962 and lived the first 10 years in Great Harwood near Blackburn. Everything you say is right. We had Black and White TV with just 3 channels. Before 1967 there was no Radio 1, we had to hear “pop” music from pirate radio; Radio Luxemburg and Radio Caroline.
    Smoking was everywhere and my 78 year old Mum still smokes and is still fit. The days are gone when a 9 year old could go into “Elsie Has Nowt’s” shop and buy a cigarrette and a match and pretend it was for your Mum are gone.
    We didn’t get pens in my school until you could actually write. Remember the ITA sound a like learning? We all got milk in tiny 1/3 rd pint bottles. The teacher used to break a hole in the seal with the same knife she used to sharpen our pencils (when they were too small for the only pencil sharpener – screwed to her desk)
    We watched Neil Armstrong land on the moon on a TV that was on a long legged frame and needed keys to get to the on/off switch volume and channel controls. They proper black out curtains that needed to be closed so we could see the TV Screen which had more ghosts than Motley Hall.
    Soap is what we washed with once a week not what is on TV. Peyton Place was a soap before Corrie!

    • Interesting regarding your comments to ITA (Initial Teaching Alphabet)…. I was born in 1958 and my husband in the same month as me but 3 years later in 1961. I went to school in Heywood, Lancashire whilst he was education in Salford, Manchester.
      He never experienced the dreadful ITA and I do remember it for a short time and recall that I absolutely detested it as by that time, I was already reading and writing the the alphabet in its’ “proper” form….. Sooo glad when it disappeared but now makes me wonder if Lancashire schools were being used as guinea pigs if my other half had never experienced it?
      For the uninitiated – here is what ITA was all about but read at your own risk! http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Initial_Teaching_Alphabet

      • I think most counties had these experiments. In part of West Bromwich, one side of the street would be taught ‘normal spellings, the other ITA. My husband said that similar things happened in Southend, Essex. Lots of the ITA kids struggled with spelling for the rest of their lives.

      • OMG I was born in 1955 in St Helens (Lancashire then, Merseyside now) and this is the first time I’ve heard of ITA thank god! It looks terrible. This must have been the start of all the trendy teaching methods coming in.

  132. Happy childhood memories. We lived in a village on very high ground and would wake up in the winter to ice on the inside of the pantry and bathroom window. We had no need for a fridge! There was also the leaky hot water bottle – stone and aluminium – that burnt your toes at night and froze your toes in the morning and what about the china potty under the bed!!! Enough said about that!

  133. I was born in 1960 and remember the fun we had. I now have grandchildren and try to explain how to PLAY without a gadget in your hands..I feel so sorry for them at times all the childhood has gone out of children.

  134. I was born in 1960 and though a lot of this rings true, my mother and many of those of my friends did work and had done so since the war – the option not to work was a much more middle class thing. The milk we drank was also sterilized – not fresh at all – the first time I tasted fresh milk was on holiday (paid for by my Dad’s redundnacy pay). I do also recall the abductions and murders of the Moors murders, Christine Derby, etc, and my parents warning me of not talking or going with strangers. I also remember a chap ‘flashing’ to the next door neighbour’s girl and the men in the street taking off to find him and sort him out. So life wasn’t as idyllic as we might like to remember.

    • My thoughts on your comments is that stuff like sexual abuse was just not discussed in public, whereas today it seems the world thrives on talk of it….
      I ‘m only a couple of years older than you and do recall there being the odd local flasher where we played and we were warned to stay away from those areas.
      I also read the book Beyond Belief: The Moors Murderers in my early 20s after working at Manchester Crown Court where the father of one of our shorthand writers covered the case when it came to court.

  135. i remember walking to school on my own meeting my mates on the way. And if I got the bus it was 2p.

    Playing in the farmers field and one day getting caught by him. Smack on the bum with a promise of coming round to see my parents. Running home, telling my mum and getting a smack of her as well.

  136. I was born in 1944. Everything in tthe original post referred to my childhood. The one thing missing was the clip around the ear from the local policeman when he caught us scrumping apples. An orange box from the Green Grocer (Remember them? ) supplied us with wooden swords, guns, wood for out camp fires and boats to sail on the canals. Our bicycles we made from parts salvaged from the local tip, often they had no tyres or brakes, but the were good enough to race downhill in the nearby fields. At 12 stone, I’m only a few pounds heavier than I was at 18. I’m now 71. Living, playing and having fun outdoors set me up for life.

  137. Hi just read your little blog, being born in 61 myself, wot a great blast from the past life in lancashire was much the same as in cardiff. Great times had by all.. most of the time.

    Thanks for the memories

  138. I live in the USA and they only time I came inside was to watch Star trek and The Wild Wild West. My son was born in the mid 80’s and he went outside to play, but the up and coming generations will hardly even know the pleasure of falling out of a tree. Sadly now days the only reason to go outside is to either fight the boy/girl down the street or go to school. So sad.

  139. born in “61” an this was what we did, we had a telly but only watched it when having tea then it was of outside. we was posh we had two loos, one in bathroom an the other was accessed from outside, mind we lived out in the sticks, eleven miles from town two miles from shops , ten miles from drs and fifteen miles from hosp, but they were great days , wish I could go back in time and stay there.

  140. It’s funny though the people born just before the 70s are the parents of the 90s 2000s kids so they are the ones who changed how children were brought up

    • Personally, I feel that fact that parents, teachers and policeman can no longer discipline children has a lot to answer for….

      • ‘………………Personally, I feel that fact that parents, teachers and policeman can no longer discipline children has a lot to answer for…. I assume by discipline it means a ‘clip round the ear..’ I joined the police in 1970 and in 30 years never did that why should I get the sack for some 14 years,It was not allowed pre war just as it is not these days but …society accepted it and that was the way… Never draw your truncheon unless you intend to use it and in 30 years mine never left my pocket. As I always used to say to them ‘you will need me before I need you’ having worked in the same community for almost 30 years I saw those 14 year olds grow up in to adults and parents them selves and once becoming responsible adults most of them agreed with my earlier comments. The so called clip round the ear was dished out and ‘parents’ accepted that was the way of discipline by ‘some’ police officers. However, the main trouble was parents particularly those born during and after the war. These were the parents who had grown up with freedom not the old ways like their own parents before the war. Post war parents would often say to me ‘my lad would not be in trouble if you had not caught him….’ what does that tell a youngster. Recruits that used to work with me would often say ‘Chris are you not going to chase after them…’ You cannot teach an old dog new tricks – run after them you don’t chase people you know you stroll round to their house and sit waiting for them with their dad until they get home breathless….. always worked for me………….

        ‘..All in a Day’s Work…’ – the title of a book I have written about those 30 years, no nightmares , no blood and guts just the things that happened you would not believe could but did happen…. It comes out next month…..

        Can you remember your local policeman ?

      • Not necessarily a clip around the ear but the fear of being caught doing something wrong was enough.
        As for remembering my locally “Bobby” – I lived on a street where the neighbours on the opposite side of the road were all policemen πŸ˜€

  141. We also had margerine, ate fruit and veg straight from the tree or earth, and our friends parents were Mr or Mrs, Uncle or Auntie and best of all everyone looked out for each other. I take my two youngest out to climb trees, go blackberry picking, and I let them jump in puddles and get dirty. Memories stay forever and it is true that the good things in life are free.

  142. OmG this brought back memories x i was born in 1962 and i used to play a game with elastic bands all joined together and put round two peoples feet or one and the gate post and we used to jump in and out etc bit like cats cradle but bigger , or bounce a ball against a wall singing kp penny a packet haha , we used to explore with friends not coming home all day then youd here your mum shouting tiiina ..you knew it was time to come in and you could lie on the grass and see stars in the city , and i was sent to the off licence with a note to buy brandy for a cold or sts which i nrever knew what they were cuz they were wrapped in brown paper haha x

  143. I was born in 1970 loved reading this bought back some amazing memories ..the only thing missing I think is waiting all week for thursday when the pop man called to our house , the only time we were allowed fizzy pop lol how times have changed

  144. Born just after the war,we learnt the art of scrumping,waiting till the park was closed and the ParkY had gone home and then bunking back into the park .when it came time to go home we climbed the trees in the street to hide from my mum and all my friends covering for me. In our street of terraced houses we had a Nigerian family living and it was known as the blacks house with no malice intended it was just that. We knew all our neighbours by name and they often chased out of their gardens when we went to fetch our ball because we were playing cricket or football in the road. If you were lucky a week in Brighton was your summer holiday, or a day trip to Southend. As we get older there is one thing nobody can take from us and that is our memories

  145. I was born in 1939 and was evacuated from London due to the bombing to Bacton in Suffolk happily my Mum came with me and my brother as I was only a year old. We lived in an old 2 bedroom cottage and slept 3 or 4 to a bed as various relatives arrived to escape the Blitz. We had an outdoor bucket and chuckit privy with old newspaper for toilet paper, no electricity or running water. The nearest water was about 100 yards away at a communal pump and our bath water was carried in buckets from a nearby pond. We were always nearly starving as we were on wartime rationing but we supplemented our diet with duck, moor-hen, partridge etc eggs and the occasional rabbit that we managed to snare or get from the local poacher. We only had a few toys that we brought with us and Xmas was usually a piece of coal, an orange if you were lucky and maybe some hand knitted gloves or socks . Things perked up in 1943 with the arrival of the Yanks who often brought us Spam or Dried Eggs in return for having the laundry done!
    We were hard up and happy no TV, Xbox etc but some old board games like Snakes and Ladders or Ludo.

  146. 1961 I was born and can identify with all this who went to discos played marbles and conkers player football from breakfast till tea lol those were the days

  147. My husband and I were born in 1955 and this brings back so many memories. Living in Wales a lot of our play was up the mountain and my brother, friends and I used to take our Mum’s metal trays and go up to the coal tip which was covered in grass and spend hours sliding down it! This stopped after the Aberfan disaster when it was removed.

  148. You were lucky to survive, there’s literally thousands who didn’t!!
    Hence we have childproof caps, lead free paint and I’ve just paid $7000 to remove your asbestos πŸ™‚

  149. Born in 1939 survived the war Waved the union flag on Empire Day and was given malt and cod liver oil at school 30 kids in the glass and only one spoon, if you were good you got to lick the spoon once everyone had had their dose.

  150. I reached the age of nine before sugar came off ration and hence, sweets. I remember my father buying a Mars Bar as a special treat and cutting it into micro-thin slices with a razor blade; slices you could almost see through. I remember my mother having a little muslin bag into which we put pennies and ha’pennies and fathings (960 to the Β£) so we’d be able to buy ourselves the occasional ice cream or some chips. As I grew older I met friends in the field where we scrumped apples, where we rode our bikes and sometimes fell off the bank of the local stream into the water. We didn’t creep home and change our clothes, we carried on playing because we could bear the thought that we might miss something. It was often dark by the time we crept home, dirty and cold, but filled with the satisfaction of having spent hours of freedom doing as we wished. Later still in my life I remember my teacher rapping me across the back of my fingers with the edge of a wooden ruler for some imagined transgression. I didn’t dare go tell my father in case he punished me again (the idea of my parents complaining to the school was unthinkable). I failed to get into the local football team because I wasn’t good enough; I failed to get the job I really wanted because I wasn’t good enough. It never entered my mind that it was anyone elses fault but my own. I finally found a dream job and made a success of it; I found the best woman in the world and married her and raised the very best of children. And today, as I write this, my lounge is filled with the sound of a wonderful grandson. Today’s children might wonder how I have survived all this. Well, I’m here today, the person I am, because every one of these things has been a positive influence on me. No one owes me a living, no one owes me an explanation.

  151. it is all very true we used to all go to the local park in the summer b there all day and come home for tea did my parents worry no they knew I qas ok. The kids these days wouldn’t survive a day in our world lol xxx

  152. I remember those days. Cyprus feals like UK 50years ago.

    • It does indeed! It’s something that I always commented on when we first came to live in Cyprus in 2004 was that it always reminded me of my childhood…. kids still play in the street and go to birthday parties at friends’ houses. More than 10 years further on, it’s still a much simpler life than the one we left behind in UK.

  153. Wow! This took me back years and I actually smiled as I read it and nodded in agreement! I was born in 1947 and did all those things except for the bogeys! haha. Yes, I loved climbing trees, playing in streams, picnics eating broken biscuits from the corner shop and water in a glass pop bottle! Ahhh.. happy days eh.. and yes, I really do mean it.. They were happy.

  154. The best one I remember when we were kids was in that put a tiger in your tank, our local garage had stickers with it on, oneday me and my mates got a handful of stickers off the bloke that own it so we went up the road to the church, we decided to climb up the out side when we got to the top we started to put the stickers on the roof and wall,but when we got back down our local bobby was stood there with a big slap round the head, told us to get back up and take them down no health and safety there then,and when we came back down we got another slap then he took off to our dads for a real good hiding while he watched,what great memories i have of my childhood even when a policeman was aloud to give you a gentle reminder of what was right and wrong,things like this could not happen today, mores the pity kids today have such a easier life I’d hate to see what the future holds for our children’s children,

  155. Hello you lucky people I was born in December 37 and everything that has been voiced is 101% correct I feel quite proud to have gone, down this road..Things and revalations has brought my past life back in lovable colour..remembering mum and dad I was very fortunate to have good parentage and I still love them now..How they must have gone without so we had..I firmly believe that because i’ve had a good life is ALL down to my “mum and dad”,they have been gone a long time.God Bless Them!

  156. I was born in 1954. At one time I stayed w/my aunt who lived in the country in Ohio. They didn’t have indoor plumbing. We took baths in metal tubs, pumped water from a well and took a little walk to the outhouse, which was scary at night.
    I mostly lived near a city in Columbus Ohio and also lived near Chicago. We swam in creeks, ponds and jumped off cliffs for fun, we survived. We drank out of the sink, survived (back then the water was more clean) and we even ate raw potatoes & survived.
    Even though our parents smoked, ate bacon etc… they lived until they were in their 80’s, my mom is still alive, 84.
    Times change and we change with it.

  157. rings lots of bells, also promted a trip down my memory lane:
    winter, at my nans, ice on the inside of the windows, a hot house-brick instead of a hot-waterbottle and blankets so heavy you couldn’t turn over in bed.
    summers, school hols seeming lasting 4 months, it never rained, out all day eating what you could find in fields and hedgerows.Fishing for minnows, sticklebacks and bullheads, kicking a tin can for miles, having a pocket full of indispensible things like string, your penknife, sweets, picture of your favourite footballer and a twig that looked like a gun.
    then something momentous happened…..
    girls weren’t giggling sissies anymore, they were changing, we were changing and they were as curious as we were. so football and bikes weree something we did for “a change”
    “the good old days”? you bet your life. I will be eternally grateful to have been brought up when and where I was. I would like to thank all those who took part in it.
    Born 1951..made in Wales.

  158. I was born in the early 60s, we lived in the middle of nowhere electricity had just landed in our community, the heating in the outside loo was an old paraffin lamp, fresh fruit was aquired through scrumping, meat was shot with our air rifleso ( yes the ones we had when we were 10 lol) church was a must according to our parents, but the best thing of all was that we were all taught to use our manners and show respect both of these seem to have gone now, thanks for this post you have shared it’s brought back loads of happy memories πŸ™‚

  159. Would just like to point out that this does apply for the 70’s and most of the 80’s aswell. I don’t know why these decades are excluded. I was born in 1979 and everything you mentioned rings true including asbestos and not wearing seatbelts. It wasn’t untill the mid 1990s that console games and mobile phones and computers started to really get a hold on society which is the biggest culprit on effecting upbringing. I am proud to say I did not have any of this technology whilst in my prime of childhood but had to make my own entertainment. Internet only existed in college and I did not even own a mobile phone or PC till I was in my early 20’s (Actually my dad did own some wierd atari console thing which had those games with white dots moving on the screen but I hardly touched it as a child)

  160. what a great story. I was born 1n 1969 . and raised in a town called Kilmarnock Scotland. I lived right on the outskirts and had nothing but fields opposite. me and my friends used to go for walks over the burn, getting chassed by farmers for nickin apples . we used to play in the stone quarry and never got seriously injured climbing the slag heaps and sliding back down. my mum was a single parent and worked long hours for a fruit n veg firm. so we were often left alone with the neighbour checking in on us. that would be frowned on now. totally agree kids nowadays don’t know the true meaning of fun, going into the woods and building dens. imaginative pursuits not x-box and playstations. cycling for miles just to get to the beach . thank you for reminding me of my youth and putting a smile on my face.

  161. I was born in 1959 and I was constantly smiling as I read this as I remember so much of this – no way did I eat worms though! We lived in a mobile home until early 1960’s but when we moved to a house, we did have an indoor bathroom – however, my grandparents had an outside loo & a tin bath hung up in a cupboard in the kitchen until use. We used to walk regularly to my grandparents (and home again) which was a good couple of miles down country lanes, no street lighting and hardly any traffic either. Our walk to school was a long one too – no car or bus to travel in! We made dens indoors and out, cut out paper dolls clothes for our cardboard dolls and made plaster of Paris model dogs. I also learned to knit, a hobby I still continue today. I’m so glad I had my childhood then, rather than now 😊

  162. There was a king on the throne, just , when I was born(not Henry V111).I am looking for any information about a Messerschmitt 3-wheeler imported to STSO branch? MEAF Episcopi bfpo 53 by a K. Wagener, yellow cabriolet, chassis No. 76667 feb 1961

    • Hi Ian, thanks for your post!
      I will post your request for info onto a couple of the local Facebook groups which are frequented by the military and hope someone can come up with some answers for you…. Good luck!

  163. Hi, 1963 I was born … so I can relate entirely! Also I remember getting dressed in the morning in front of the fire, so cold as we didn’t have central heating. And how cold was it getting into bed? … We would do the bicycle thing to warm the bed up …

  164. Absolutely brilliant so many memories came flooding back

  165. Absolutely loved reading all this. I was born in 1961 and remember bathing in a tin bath in front of the fire. As kids we used to go over to Epping Forest (between Greater London and Essex) to go Stickleback fishing. My brothers and I always came back with a bucket full of them, which of course they died, (we tried to keep them as pets but never succeeded). Our neighbours and friends parents were always ‘Auntie or Uncle’, we were one big family.

  166. As I was born in 1936 , I remember , when it was an A at the pictures , we would stand out side and ask a perfect stranger to take us in , We would give him our money , and in we went , \Never ever worring about being molested by the same stranger >

  167. i was born in 1966 and so much of this reads so true ..

  168. Born I. 1945 one of a family of 15 children. Brought up in a 2 Bedrooms and a boxroon ..No bathroom no washing machune, drier fridge or central heating…My dad was never out of work and supported his children. We were healthy and as free as the wind ,learnt life’s skill out in the open . in the woods the common we swam in rivers. Made our own Trolley’s rafts Den .made fires without getting burnt..climbed trees lamp post and passages.. We only went home when we were hungry or when it started to get dark..we started the day clean and finished it filthy mucky.. ..Mam always said a kid that stays clean are usually poorly . Believe it or not but we all survived. Without social service or any kind of welfare help.. Only got wonderful memories of my childhood. But also remember the hard work mam and dad put into bringing us up. Very Proud of them..

  169. I also remember a lot of this from growing up in the 90’s, why oh why is the 80’s but more so the 90’s ignored!??

    • Maybe because none of those 80s or 90s kids are old enough to look back at their childhood yet…… πŸ˜‰

  170. Enjoyed reading this and some of (there’s a lot!) the comments. Came across your blog as I recognised my photo of what I remember as Heywood Grammar School – your primary school. Born in 1954 and loved the 60s and 70s. I think every generation has their own nostalgias though. Today’s kids when grown up will show bits of brass to their own kids and say “We used to have to carry one of these to open the front door when we came home!” and their kids will laugh and think how primitive that sounds. I moved to Blackpool in 1976 and visited Heywood in the early 80s to take that photo when I heard from a friend that the school was to be knocked down. We lived in Milnrow and used to come to school on a Yelloways coach. See my memories of the first day here: http://bispham2.blogspot.co.uk/2010/09/first-day-at-heywood-grammar-school.html All the best, John

    • Thanks for your comments!
      I’m not sure if you’re a member or not but the article has also been shared several times on the Facebook page: Remembering Heywood and there’s a guy on there called Thomas Burke (any relation?) who comes up with old photos on a regular basis….
      I guess I was a few years behind you as I don’t recall the names of the teachers you mentioned.
      I moved out of Heywood for a few years in the early 80s and returned sometime later to Ann Street (near Queen’s Park cricket ground) and much later on in the mid 90s, I took a Word Processing course at night school back at what was my old “lower school”. Not much had changed!
      We were looking at an old Yelloways coach on Sunday at the Fleetwood “Tram Sunday”. I remarked to my husband that they took us on all our school trips…
      Happy memories, eh?
      Cheers, Shell

  171. Happy indeed. I started at the Grammar in 1965, leaving in 1972 at age 18 by which time we were up at Siddal. We must both have been at Fleetwood last Sunday then – a heck of a day trip from Cyprus? I don’t have any relations called Thomas I’m afraid, or not that I know of anyway πŸ™‚
    Best regards,

    • Ah, no longer in Cyprus – since end of April this year. We had to return as my father is no longer able to travel to see us, so after 12 happy years there we took the decision to return to UK but not back to Heywood.
      We now live just across the River Wyre from Fleetwood at that little place with the ferry, called Knott End.
      My parents are very close now so it means we can be on hand if they need us.
      I Tweeted your blog post a short time ago – we too were disappointed at the lack of trams on #TramSunday….
      I was much intrigued by the collection of oil cans that were on display opposite the old steam/traction engine (near Fleetwood Indoor Market). I have some photos but haven’t posted them on my Flickr or Facebook pages yet.
      Kind regards

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