Name a chore....

So many of these. Wool winding, folding sheets, setting the table and siding it! My biggest gripe aged about 10 was that my 4 years older brother didn't have to do the pots if his friends were there, I was left to wash and wipe. I can clearly remember thinking how unfair it was!

I earned pocket money from my uncle (dad's brother who lived at home with my grandparents) by cleaning his shoes
- he was ex-RAF, so 'had standards' ;-). Also used to clean the spokes on his racing bicycles, using the chrome version of Duraglit followed by a soft cloth, which was usually a very old vest.

Little jobs for my nan included putting larger items through the mangle for her, when she couldn't manage them - cleaning the steps (including the one into the rear entry) - polishing anything brass, including the stair rods - ironing with flat irons, loved to spit on them to hear the 'sizzle' when they were hot enough ;-) - threading some needles for her and leaving them with different coloured cottons in them and stuck into the pin cushion which hung at the side of the coal fireplace.

Shelling peas and getting the winkles out of the shell for Sunday tea (used to put one of the black things on my face as a beauty spot).

Nothing. Only kept my bedroom tidy.

I was a “good girl” and did anything mum asked. Favourite job was ironing piles of handkerchiefs and the muslin squares for baby sisters nappies but the best job was cleaning the chrome on dad’s Ford Prefect car. I loved spending a bit of quiet time out of our busy full house, just him and me car cleaning.

I used to go to the NAAFI for my mum, I always used to push my navy blue dolls pram. I also enjoyed polishing the brass on my dad's Sam Brownie belt and bulling his boots.

I had a very difficult mother who left the housework to me at the weekends so my chores were to clean the bathroom, dust, wash the kitchen and bathroom floor on my hands and knees with the floor cloth, do the washing in the twin tub, sweep outside. The list is endless and all this while her majesty sat in bed drinking tea from the teasmade on the bedside table!!

I had three older sisters and remember I was often sent to the corner shop (you go because you run the fastest, I was told) with a note and half a crown. One day I read the note, it said '12 sanitary towels please'. I often wondered where all these new towels were, there were never any new ones to get dried with after a bath or wash but I didn't dare ask as I was told not to read the note. The S.T.s were wrapped up in newspaper by the shop keeper.

Just a reminder, the OP wanted to know things we did that children no longer do. There are surely plenty of families where children do SOME of these chores... clearly not so many!
Buying cigarettes for adults is obviously one that's gone. I didn't have to do that but often walked to the shops with friends who did.

Bellanonna I was always told to use my Grans divvi number 37561. ?

Filling up the coal scuttle. Laying the table. And polishing the sideboard.

Black-leading the coal fired range, carrying the ashes out to the bin and getting them blown in your face when it was windy.
Running to the nearest shop with a thick newspaper to buy a block of ice cream, wrapping the paper round as insulation and running home again.
Being sent to shop on a Saturday morning to buy one 7 O' Clock razor blade so that father could be respectable for the weekend.
Babysitting baby sister when I was ten years old, walking the streets pushing her in the pram until she went to sleep, mum was an elderly mother, very late 40s.

Yep Belladonna not five seven eleven but similar

Taking the cinders from the fire and putting them outside to make, over a very long time, a path to the shed

Laying the fire, feeding the chickens.
I used to give all the chickens names, it was only when a favourite of mine disappeared that I realised we were eating them!

Washing dishes, ironing, dusting, hoovering, weekend shopping and emptying the pee pots from under everyone's beds!!

Laying a fire in the sitting room when I got home from school.
And just before that, rolling up sheets of newspaper then twisting into zig zags, for fire-lighting purposes.

Yes they had a little booth high up in the corner of the shop. Do you remember your “divvy” number?

Oh, I'm glad you said that.
I wondered if it was a figment of my imagination.
That's quite a mouthful!
Were the till operators up high?
It seemed to have to shoot the money down a long way.

Yes MissA, our Co Op had one of those too! They were fascinating to watch. Called the Lanson Pneumatic Carrying Cash System. Catchy name wasn't it!

Drudgery is exactly the right word Urmstongran!
My children had the childhood that I dreamed of; books aplenty and time to read them, they each had a bicycle and had some lovely hobbies. The chores they had to do as children were less about doing 'jobs' and more about pulling together as a family, with each of us having a part to play. A lot of that had to do with them having a wonderful father who set them a brilliant example.

Our co-op had a machine thing, which shot the change down a long pulley type affair..

Going to the mobile Co-op van every week for half a pound of sausages - I can still remember our dividend number 44656 which you had to quote every time. Queuing at the corner shop on a Sunday morning for a bundle of sticks to light the fire and polishing the stone tiles surrounding the rugs in the front room. My brother and younger sister never had to lift a finger!!!! It shows now though - both useless at housekeeping

Going to 'key markets' for the weekly shop on a Thursday with my mum and dad.

10 number 6 are the fags I can remember buying for someone.
I remember repeating it to myself all the way to the shop, worried I might ask for 6 number 10 or something.