When I was a Boy..a Really Long Time Ago!

Thanks for sharing those memories Underock, I enjoyed them very much.
 

SeaBreeze said:
Thanks for sharing those memories Underock, I enjoyed them very much.
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You're welcome SeaBreeze. I don't know what made me post them. The nights are awfully long with Eleanor gone. I was looking for something to do, and they just sort of poured out. Glad you enjoyed them.
 

hollydolly said:
Yes, possibly Underock..she was raised in Dundee by nuns who were violent witches God forgive them...but for a period she was evacuated out to a farm in the country.

My mum would have just turned 81 last week if she'd still been with us..
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"...and Jimmy will sleep once more in his own little room again." How awful for parents to have to send their children away.
I am so sorry that you lost your Mum at such a young age. I can see that you still feel that loss. Life can be cruel.
 
I remember a horse drawn wagon carrying fruit and vegetables past my grandmother's house
as late as 1950 (it was the year before I started school). But it was in a small town in appalachia (WV).
 
I remember some of those times. Men standing in line for a bowl of watered down soup or a piece of fruit. I hung out sometime down on the banks of our river, coming upon a hobo camp down under the train bridge some good distance from our house. I spoke to them but they ignored me and soon all but one left, an old black man, his hair grey, his hands and face all wrinkled up. He asked me what i was doing off down here by my self. You can get in a heap of trouble down here by yourself. I started to say I just live a few blocks on the other side of the park, but he cut me off. I know where you live, he said. You mama is a good woman, she feeds us when she can. We mark places where a man riding the rails can get a meal. My place ain't marked I told him. Yes, it is, he said. You just have to know where to look. He run me off, sent me back home, but he called me back, Are you old enough to carry a knife he asked me and gave me a pen knife. He said I found this the other day. I've got a good knife. And he added, now you get. He has been in my memory a long while.
 
maddyathome said:
Underock1

I grew up in London in the fifties - my dad often used to refer to the fridge as the ice-box or the meat safe.
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Although we never had a icebox, we always called the fridge one in 50's.

I hear lots of stories from my DH who grew up in the 50's in Glasgow. Horse drawn carts bringing coal, etc. And it was very easy for all the kids to play football (soccer) in the streets because nobody had a car.
 
I was a small child in rural Australia in the early 50s and we did have an ice box, not a fridge yet. And yes, as kids will do, we would get very excited when the iceman come to bring the blocks of ice with his horse and wagon. The milkman would deliver our milk into a can my mom would set up hanging from a nail on the porch. All very old fashioned until we came to Canada in the mid-50s and the first thing my dad did was buy a tv set.
 
Ameriscot said:
Although we never had a icebox, we always called the fridge one in 50's.

I hear lots of stories from my DH who grew up in the 50's in Glasgow. Horse drawn carts bringing coal, etc. And it was very easy for all the kids to play football (soccer) in the streets because nobody had a car.
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Even after automobiles took over, in the Bronx, we played everything in the street! Stick Ball, curb ball, foot Ball, roller skating, home made scooters, bike riding, sleigh riding. Christmas tree bonfires! It was the cars that had to give way. We did lose a couple of kids, though.
 

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