I’m old enough to remember..

The man lighting gas lamps in the street. Triangular bags for sweet ration.

Milk bottles delivered to the front door and frozen because it was so cold.
Playing snobs - remember that game with the coloured mini cubes?
French skipping.
Pre toaster days holding break in front of the coal fire on a long fork.
Chilblains.

The Dispel and Airwick bottles of liquid with a wick you pulled up. The bomb damage in Bath. Not having a fridge. Using a mangle. Rushing to see the steamroller go past.

When the roads had hardly any traffic on them
Playing doublers against the wall
Staying out playing until the street lights came on
Horse delivered milk for me too and the deliveries with shovel up the poo for their roses
When the Co-op sold loose butter, shaped by butterpats/paddles and wrapped in greaseproof paper
When you got money back on old fizzy drink bottles
Lucky Bags!

Aldom

I remember the drone of bombers during WW2 and the anxiety of the grown-ups as they watched the planes.
I remember pikelets being toasted over the fire on a long toasting fork whilst the Ink Spots were singing on the wireless.
I remember seeing my father for the first time when he returned from the war in the spring of 1945.
I remember the air raid shelter opposite our house and I remember the day it was knocked down when the war was over.

We had gramophone records of the Inkspots, they were very heavy.
I remember listening to ITMA on the radio.
My Aunt going out on dates with 'Yanks'
Powdered egg.
I too met my Dad for the first time in 1945.

Fishing for sticklebacks in some rich person’s huge back garden ( no fence !)
Playing Knock Down Ginger

Man in a van shouting Winkles

My brother making his own lead animals in moulds

Double de-clutching.

My Dad called all the neighbours spivs

Played on the bomb sites, made toast on a fork by the fire, coalman sacks on horse and cart also milkman with a horse. Black Maria i did live in a tough area and calling all our neighbours spivs 3

Ditto to bomb damage. I remember seeing it everywhere (S London) in the 50s - and in summer, rose bay willow herb growing all over it.

I remember the drone of bombers during WW2 and the anxiety of the grown-ups as they watched the planes.
I remember pikelets being toasted over the fire on a long toasting fork whilst the Ink Spots were singing on the wireless.
I remember seeing my father for the first time when he returned from the war in the spring of 1945.
I remember the air raid shelter opposite our house and I remember the day it was knocked down when the war was over.

Shoes regularly repaired

The rag and bone man coming round the streets calling out "rags and bones."
A jar wrapped in yellow cellophane containing a powder that you added to water to make a fizzy drink. I think it was called Koolooze? (sp). Way before Cremola Foam.

The milkman coming with a horse. I must have been very small, though, since we moved from that area when I was 6.
Dds thought it utterly hilarious when I told them!

Gibbs toothpaste in a round tin