What did you have at your childhood home that you dont have now in your current home?

A radiogram like this. A combined record player and radio in a fancy cabinet.

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My dear twin brother who passed away 35 years ago.
 
When we were first married we had a 'music centre', records, tapes and radio. Awesome.
We had been saving up for a stack system like this that we were going to buy on a particular Friday. £325. On the Wednesday we had our MK4 Cortina stolen so we were going to have to spend the money on a new car. On the Thursday, the police found it, intact, so we hot-footed it round to where it was and brought it home. On the Friday I fitted a cut-out switch to the car and we got our stack system. :giggle:

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We had been saving up for a stack system like this that we were going to buy on a particular Friday. £325. On the Wednesday we had our MK4 Cortina stolen so we were going to have to spend the money on a new car. On the Thursday, the police found it, intact, so we hot-footed it round to where it was and brought it home. On the Friday I fitted a cut-out switch to the car and we got our stack system. :giggle:

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Nice. We got something similar when we moved to our second house. Phil Collins 'in the air tonight' and 'dire straits' were on their quite a lot.


Are you sure you're not my long lost twin brother?
 
Pigs. We used to keep a dozen pigs for market and i miss feeding the porky fellows.
I do not miss cleaning the messy buggrs out, though.:sick:
 
Whch I took into work, but nobody wanted them because they weren't shop bought!
When I was 'driving a desk' job I took a box full of hand picked cooking Apple's into the office, left the box full in the office kitchen with a note telling people to help themselves - at tea break went into the kitchen to find one chap emptying the box into the wastebin, asked what he thought he was doing to be told he couldn't trust where the Apple's came from and 'he' couldn't risk anyone being ill from eating them!
Having spoke with the office manager it turned the idiot who through the Apple's was an elf 'n'safety zealot - she gave him a dressing down for what he did.
 
An airing cupboard
A stable
External garage
Large pond
Views of fields
Fresh air
3 large oak trees (old village boundary trees)
 
Damp, mould, ice on the inside of the windows, an open fire, a mangle, mice, an outside loo and a tin bath shared with next door instead of a bathroom.
Windows, a fire, a loo AND a bath. Sheer luxury.
 
Damp, mould, ice on the inside of the windows, an open fire, a mangle, mice, an outside loo and a tin bath shared with next door instead of a bathroom.

All of those, except the mice - or at least that I was aware of. I remember once my dad's motorbike and sidecar broke down en route to our holidays, the engine seized up. I don't remember the exact details, but an elderly couple offered to put us up for a few nights, whilst my dad got the engine out, took it to the factory, got an exchange, and got us back on the road. He worked for the railway, so was able to travel for free, and pull a few favours with transporting the engines. The place where the elderly couple lived, was a series of ramshackle shacks, in the countryside, and they were absolutely running wick with mice. I have never seen the likes of it before, or since.
 
Rusty cars. Anything more than about 8 years old had visible rust. I can't remember when I last saw a rusty car.

Milk floats, the electric ones.

Dustbin men, with lorries which had a curved cover over the back, so they would slide a cover up, tip the galvanised, cylindrical bin contents in from their shoulder, then slide it closed.

The coal man, who humped bags to the coal bunker round the back.

The baker, who delivered. Sliced bread in plastic bags came in (like Mothers Pride and Nimble) when I was young, but mum spurned it.

The milkman of course. I remember once we had some really expensive orange juice from him. Probably 2 bob.for a pint.

Itinerant knife sharpeners, rag and bone men, the chimney sweep, visiting doctors

Bonfires. I loved the smell they made. I was addicted to poking, and the coal fire of course.

Smoking. Every adult smoked, everywhere. Players No6, No10, Mild blue iirc, Embassy red and blue, Camel, Benson & Hedges's, Guards, Black Cat, Craven A, Players Weights, Cambridge, Solent, Senior Service, Woodbines, Rothman's, Silk Cut, Peter Stuyvesant, Cadets, Kent, Winston, Marlborough, Consulate menthol, Chesterfield, Pall Mall, Capstan full strength, Gold Leaf, Piccadilly, Kensitas, Dunhill. Those are the ones I remember. There were more including French and American. I'm surprised I remember that many, but I was very interested in graphic design. They had a lot of effort put in to those packets.
 
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There were more including French and American. I'm surprised I remember that many, but I was very interested in graphic design. They had a lot of effort put in to those packets.

When I gave them up all the packets had those pictures of diseased lungs and all manner of other things, I used to ask the lady in the shop for the packets with the picture of a pregnant woman on it.
 
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