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63, you cheeky whippersnapper, you :D No, i was not around in the war, something i count myself lucky for on every single day i remember to
Lol, whippersnapper, I wish. You beat me by one year. As for the war, yes we should consider ourselves lucky. My father was an evacuee from London, he ended up in Cambridge and did not have a good time.

It’s all got very deep here tonight. This is a sex site, let’s fuck. Sorry to much, better go back to the weather then.
 
ok, what's the very earliest memory anyone has?
Great idea @butters you should start a thread with that title.

But seeing as we are here, mine would have to be my mum dropping two bob ( it my have been sixpence ) out of the flat window from the fifth floor wrapped in a bit of paper so I could get an ice cream from the ice cream van during the summer. I would have to yell like mad to get her attention.

Oh and sliding down the bannisters from the seventh floor, that was great fun.

Going to work with my dad on a Saturday, we would have to get the Underground from Highgate to an office in the city. He sold church supplies, like candles etc.
 
Mine is of dragging my similar-aged cousin around the streets, poking up every water tap cover with a stick while she complained 'You shouldn't do that!',

My much older brother found us by following the trail of water tap covers.
 
Great idea @butters you should start a thread with that title.

But seeing as we are here, mine would have to be my mum dropping two bob ( it my have been sixpence ) out of the flat window from the fifth floor wrapped in a bit of paper so I could get an ice cream from the ice cream van during the summer. I would have to yell like mad to get her attention.

Oh and sliding down the bannisters from the seventh floor, that was great fun.

Going to work with my dad on a Saturday, we would have to get the Underground from Highgate to an office in the city. He sold church supplies, like candles etc.
i think i did years ago but can't go back far enough

how old do you think you were? the difference between a sixpence and a two-bob bit for an ice cream or lolly measures a span of years :D

banisters always seemed so much higher and longer as nippers, didn't they?
Mine is of dragging my similar-aged cousin around the streets, poking up every water tap cover with a stick while she complained 'You shouldn't do that!',

My much older brother found us by following the trail of water tap covers.
and age?

she was right, lol
 
and age?

she was right, lol
Two and three-quarters.

When I was about eight, one of my uncles used to give me a shiny newly minted half crown every time we met. It took me several years to work out that the new coin was because he worked at the Bank of England.
 
The council came and tarmaced the road the put gravel on it. I was 4 or 5 and highly offended by the gravel so swept from outside the house to the bottom of cul-de-sac clear of gravel.
My parents knew something was up as I was being quite. They and the neighbours swept it all back but there was a brilliant skidy patch at the end where there was still excess gravel.
 
Two and three-quarters.

When I was about eight, one of my uncles used to give me a shiny newly minted half crown every time we met. It took me several years to work out that the new coin was because he worked at the Bank of England.
lol... give a little kid a stick and they'll poke it everywhere :D

i remember the electricity meter under the stairs used to take 2 bob bits but then it changed to half crowns :D no shiny, newly minted ones ever went in there, though, lol
The council came and tarmaced the road the put gravel on it. I was 4 or 5 and highly offended by the gravel so swept from outside the house to the bottom of cul-de-sac clear of gravel.
My parents knew something was up as I was being quite. They and the neighbours swept it all back but there was a brilliant skidy patch at the end where there was still excess gravel.
nice :ROFLMAO:

grown-ups rarely appreciate the depths of emotion a small child can host
just as a baby's laughter is pure joy and comes from its whole body, so to does its expression of anger!
 
When I was about twelve, a demolition chap for whom I ran the odd errand found a tin of half crowns in a bombed-out building his firm was clearing. With a broad smile, he took the half crowns to the bank. But the bank pronounced them to be counterfeit. And Ted's day went from 'good fortune' to 'helping the police with their enquiries'. Somewhere, I probably still have the 'half crown' that Ted gave me to keep an eye on the site while he went to the bank.
 
I did my apprenticeship at a big railway works near Milton Keynes. Apparently an old toilet block was being demolished and while it was being knocked down a large bag of three penny coins was found. The story goes that long before I started work there you were only allowed a certain amount of time to have a dump and there was a guy paid to time each person entering and leaving the establishment. I’m guessing your ahead of me now, yep the three penny pieces where his ill gotten gains for him to turn a blind eye to people spending longer than they should.
 
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The Festival Of Britain was in 1951. My eldest aunt took me there. Rationing, particularly of sweets, was still in full operation but at the Festival of Britain, you could buy threepenny chocolate bars without using your ration stamps. It was a hot day and she bought me one which I had to eat before it melted. She also bought me a souvenir crown piece, which I still have, but in the edge inscription are the remains of that chocolate bar.
 
Sad Memory.

In 1950, my older sister had just finished her first two terms at her new school. She had won a fully-funded place at the best fee-paying school for girls locally. She had been enjoying her new friends and the academic challenges.

She was the brightest child in the whole wider family.

During the holidays she caught polio. After a week in hospital, she was sent home to die as they could do no more for her. For the next five weeks, she was struggling for every breath before she died.

She was one of hundreds of people who died in the UK in 1950, years before a vaccine was developed in the uS.
 
The Festival Of Britain was in 1951. My eldest aunt took me there. Rationing, particularly of sweets, was still in full operation but at the Festival of Britain, you could buy threepenny chocolate bars without using your ration stamps. It was a hot day and she bought me one which I had to eat before it melted. She also bought me a souvenir crown piece, which I still have, but in the edge inscription are the remains of that chocolate bar.
My older brothers and sister went to the Festival of Britain. I was considered too young to go by my mother. I'm still annoyed by that decision today.

Who could forget the Ovaltineys?

Sorry to hear the sad story about your sister. I had a friend with a useless withered left arm as a result of Polio. I guess he was one of the lucky ones.
 
Early UK TV.

My eldest aunt earned a substantial salary throughout her life.

In 1938 she bought a TV to see the experimental broadcasts from Alexandra Palace. When TV resumed in 1948, after the war, her TV was useless. It was on the Baird System so she bought a new one.

In 1953, for the Coronation, she upgraded it to a larger one. 30 people sat in our living room watching a nine-inch screen. It had cost 250 guineas, more than most workers earned in a year and about the price of a good three-year-old car when cars were still rare.

In 1955 she bought an adaptor to watch ITV. It was a black box that had to be plugged between the aerial and the TV and removed to revert to the single BBC channel.

We watched the first ITV broadcast and the first ever UK TV advert:

 
my earliest memory stems from when i was around 6-7 months old, then there's another clear one while teething, a VERY clear one 'arguing' with my sister from when i was 18 months, a few more dotted around in the time between then and school at 5, then maybe 10 clear ones between 5 and 11. After that it's a jumble of images and memories mostly all mixed up with one another with only a few really defined ones... i've noticed most my memories all depend on the emotion i was feeling at the time :eek: as in i am more likely to recall how i felt in the moment rather than names or specific faces/places.
 
My first vivid memory is of Christmas dinner with my family, and of my grandfather giving me a goose drumstick to suck on. It wasn't until some years later that I discovered that I wasn't scheduled to be born until the day after Boxing Day. I had been born a month prematurely. Obviously I didn't want to miss out on a decent meal. :D
 
my earliest memory stems from when i was around 6-7 months old, then there's another clear one while teething, a VERY clear one 'arguing' with my sister from when i was 18 months, a few more dotted around in the time between then and school at 5, then maybe 10 clear ones between 5 and 11. After that it's a jumble of images and memories mostly all mixed up with one another with only a few really defined ones... i've noticed most my memories all depend on the emotion i was feeling at the time :eek: as in i am more likely to recall how i felt in the moment rather than names or specific faces/places.
There is no way I can remember anything from 6 months or 18 months, I struggle to remember what happened last week
 
There is no way I can remember anything from 6 months or 18 months, I struggle to remember what happened last week
ha, know what you mean... i'd be hopeless on a witness stand when they ask 'where were you/what were you doing on such and such a day?'

i'd be like :eek: :unsure::coffee:🤨😶🤷‍♀️
 
ha, know what you mean... i'd be hopeless on a witness stand when they ask 'where were you/what were you doing on such and such a day?'

i'd be like :eek: :unsure::coffee:🤨😶🤷‍♀️
LOL, can you repeat the question he asked stalling for time
 
There is no way I can remember anything from 6 months or 18 months, I struggle to remember what happened last week
it's not like i can look back and choose to find a memory from those times, they're more just imprints and no amount of searching for others has ever rendered fruit :D

the teething one, i know i was standing in a cot with black painted frame (probably lead paint, lol) and can re-experience that sense of some particular visuals but more the sensation of how good it felt on hot, itching gums to be gnawing on those bars! and the feel of the mattress underfoot and gripping onto the bars... but mostly the mouth thing. And the light was yellowish, afternoon sun through drawn curtains, no one else in the room as far as i know but maybe there was. Woke up from a naptime, i guess.

the earliest though, is that summer time one... i'm in my pram, mum in a mini dress chatting with a friend... friend's hair piled up high. No sense of sound or words or meaning. I'm laying face up in my pram (i loved that pram), bare legs and feet waving in the air (felt lovely) green inner canopy of a broiderie anglais-covered sun shade, then being fixated on the broiderie anglais edging: the blue sky through it.. then the expanse of blue as i must have changed my viewpoint: such a deep, intense, pure blue. Not a cloud, just this sensation of falling, upwards, into the blue, feeling such a part of it, and i know it's very weird but the strongest feeling of love/contentment that few moments have ever matched!
 
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