Funny things you clearly remember..

[gbb]

from when you were a child...
It would be in the late 1960s, i'd have been about 10 or so.

I can remember clear as day, sitting at the side of the road. The road had those purple'ish coloured crystally chippings on, freshly laid. Bum on the kerb, feet on the road, sifting through the chippings, they looked like jewels, all spangly.

A car (maybe more) went past (cars believe it or not were a bit of a rarity)...i could smell the exhaust fumes. I watched it as it continued, looking at the exhaust pipe, wondering if the world would ever get full of exhaust fumes

How prophetic was that ?

Its not the thought that made it important...its just that vision has always stayed with me, clear as day, 40 years later.

Any others ?

 

[Greedo]

Sitting on my Dads knee watching the 1978 World Cup Final with all the tickertape. Was mesmerised and still to this day feel like it was yesterday

 

[gbb]

Sitting watching all the Apollo moonshots on B&W TV...like you Greedo, seems like yesterday. They were momentous times.

 

[bobg]

Collecting melted tar on the end of lollysticks during hot days when road surfaces started to melt... ah the smell ...
Building mud and brick dams across the stream in the park
Peeing in the neighbours empty milk bottles
That funny feeling in the pit of your stomach when you go too high on the swing
Building huge "birds nests " from newly cut grass from outside the local flats
Those yellow sherbet tubes with the licourice thingy for sucking it up

 

[upsidedown]

When the Kenny Everett show was something that was a big Saturday night family event, and we sat in a clear hierarchy, with me, the youngest, on the floor.

 

[Kirstie]

Everything being bigger than it was eg disembarking a holiday jet when I was six, and walking past a jumbo jet. When you're 6 they are enormous; and my dad taking me to old trafford when it was empty - similarly huge when you're only 4.

My dad also used to have a recording studio and when I was 3 he took me there. I remember playing with all the sliders on the sound desk and going in the vocal booth. They shut me in the booth, which I didn't like. Then my dad gave me some chewing gum which I promptly swallowed, and I got a telling off! Mad!

 

[TheDoctor]

Watching the first commercial Concorde flight on the TV
And watching the last one on the TV

 

[threebikesmcginty]

[OT]

My dad also used to have a recording studio and when I was 3 he took me there. I remember playing with all the sliders on the sound desk and going in the vocal booth.

That's interesting Kirstie - was it a music studio, anything recorded there we might know of?

[/OT]

 

[ASC1951]

My earliest memory is being put to bed in a pulled-out drawer because my parents didn't have a travel cot.

Then mastering the knack of leaning well back in my high chair so that I could flip the shelf up and scatter Marmite soldiers all over the kitchen.

My dad insisting that he was the world's greatest cook and watching 4lb of corned beef hash erupt all over the ceiling when he levered the weight off the pressure cooker valve, instead of putting the pot under the cold tap like my mum did.

 

[mr_hippo]

Staying up on Fridays watching 'Quatermass and thr Pit' and hiding behind the settee.
With 6 kids in the house, money was tight and I could not go on the class trip to Chester Zoo when I was in Miss Anderton's class (c1956). Miss Anderton bought me a green balloon with animals on it, Dad blew it up for me and tied some wool on it. I took it outside and it hit the wall and burst.
Same class, we were poor but there were families worse off than us. Mervyn Thomas was one of them. He never came to school one morning and Miss Anderton told us that he had been behind a coal lorry which reversed and killed him.
I was born in my maternal grandmother's house and when I was 15 months old, we moved into a brand new council house. Gran moved into the OAP flats when they were built behind us about 7 years later. Dad hated his mother in law with a passion! Mum persuaded him to put some shelves up in the flat and I went along as Daddy's little helper. Walked into the flat and within 2 minutes we were out and Dad went to the phone box to call the police. Gran had a nice blazimg coal fire going and on the hearth were two WWI live incendiary bombs.

 

[Kirstie]

[OT]



That's interesting Kirstie - was it a music studio, anything recorded there we might know of?

[/OT]

Yes it was for music. The only thing I can remember is that they bid to get the theme tune for the Bond film 'live and let die' with a song which was I think sung by Cleo Laine. There was loads of stuff they did but I didn't know what any of it. My dad was a TV camera op in the 1970s so had a bit of an interest in media production as it was then.

 

[threebikesmcginty]

Yes it was for music. The only thing I can remember is that they bid to get the theme tune for the Bond film 'live and let die' with a song which was I think sung by Cleo Laine. There was loads of stuff they did but I didn't know what any of it. My dad was a TV camera op in the 1970s so had a bit of an interest in media production as it was then.

Excellent! - my dad used to work for the mental hospital in Oxford in the 70s - not quite so exciting.

Sorry, as you were...

 

[slowmotion]

The scary lavatory at nursery school with the terrifying big black iron cistern way up high on the wall, and the long chain dangling down to my level. What does that mean, Dr Freud???

 

[Kirstie]

You've just made me remember one: looking at the underside of the hoover attachments used to scare me!

 

[swee'pea99]

Jumpers for goalposts...