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  • Fond Childhood Memories Thread.

    Inspired by Poddington Pea's "Feral children's" thread. I thought it would be nice to have a thread where we could share our fondest childhood memory's. From the long hot summers and no rain to the first push bike we fell off. To our very first love...mine was my pony Mayfair Bell. I didn't like boys...not right keen on em now to be honest (don't tell the O.H) .

    I remember going apple nicking & goose gob pinching with my cousins (all boy's) and being chased by the farmer across the field, thinking we'd all got away with it and going home to find him sat having a cuppa with mi dad . And having an upset belly for days when we'd dared each other to eat the sourest goose gobs.
    Another time having cow pat fights in the back field from where I lived and mi mum hosing me down before she let me anywhere near the house .
    Filing mi big sisters jewellery bow FULL with daddy long legs and running for cover when she opened it...now that WAS funny .

    So come on...let's hear what ya all got up to.

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    I always used to go and stay with Nanny and Pop in the holidays. They lived in a cottage in the woods. Pop grew veg (he used to be a farmer and manage most of the area in his prime!) and Nanny bred guinea pigs for local garden centres and the Whitbread Hop Farm.

    I always used to be amazed every time Nanny cleaned out her approx 200 Guinea Pigs. She would let them all out of their posh hand crafted converted barns (sheds!) and the would all just disappear into the woods!

    When finished Nanny would just simply shout C'MON THEN! and they would all just run back into the correct sheds!!

    Oh and the smell of garden machinery. Pop had a small work shop at the local garden center... mmmmmm the smell even today reminds me of my much loved and much missed pop. xxx
    Last edited by Munch; 06-04-2011, 02:57 PM.
    Little ol' me

    Has just bagged a Lottie!
    Oh and the chickens are taking over my garden!
    FIL and MIL - http://vegblogs.co.uk/chubbly/

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    • #3
      Standing on a train bridge when the steam trains ran underneath- and catching the sparks on my cardi...then gently blowing them to kindle the cardi!!!!!Soooo rewarding!!!! :0

      yup- I'd get it in the neck when my mom spotted the holes though!

      Blackberry picking always reminds me of going with my grandparents - and I'd come back scratched to death, purple mouthed and fingered . Bliss.

      Granny's homemade feather bed- you'd lie in a hollow in the feather mattress- and look at the bedroom wall covered in crinkly old pictures my father and uncle had drawn when they were tots.
      "Nicos, Queen of Gooooogle" and... GYO's own Miss Marple

      Location....Normandy France

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      • #4
        Hot summer days with my sister - especially at harvest time when you could often scrounge a ride on a tractor. The smell of the harvest - that dry, dusty smell. Love it. And childish picnics - banana sarnies and creamola foam.

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        • #5
          Making 'potions' in the garden with berries, seeds, leaves etc....

          Digging up the very clay-y soil to make animals or teeny cups etc with

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          • #6
            Well mine would be the six Suffolk Punches which lived in the farmers field out at the front of our house. And being able to take the dog for a walk on my own from a young age as we lived in a very small village.
            Whooops - now what are the dogs getting up to?

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            • #7
              Originally posted by Jeanied View Post
              Well mine would be the six Suffolk Punches which lived in the farmers field out at the front of our house. And being able to take the dog for a walk on my own from a young age as we lived in a very small village.
              Did you know that there are only just over 200 Suffolk Punches left in the world and they can all be traced back to the same Sire?
              Little ol' me

              Has just bagged a Lottie!
              Oh and the chickens are taking over my garden!
              FIL and MIL - http://vegblogs.co.uk/chubbly/

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              • #8
                Rumour has it that the breed was started in Ufford/

                ETA - a quick google search shows that they can be traced back to a stallion in Ufford!!
                Last edited by Jeanied; 06-04-2011, 04:53 PM.
                Whooops - now what are the dogs getting up to?

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                • #9
                  Tea at my Grandmas. Egg boiled in a pan on the fire, best butter spread on a home made loaf before she cut the doorstep. I then had to "pay" for it by getting under the table and polishing the turned legs. Amazing that for years she got around the house with the aid of a high four legged stool, wonder if that's how Zimmer frames were invented? We'd listen to the Archers and when the music ended I had to go home on my Uncle's shoulders (home was a few doors away) with a piece of butterscotch.
                  Granny on the Game in Sheffield

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                  • #10
                    Being sent on a message with a note I used to hand in to the shopkeeper. Imagine if you gave a checkout attendant a shopping list now and said you'd call back!

                    Used to get a thruppeny bit for my troubles!
                    Last edited by Snadger; 07-04-2011, 06:09 AM. Reason: spelling!
                    My Majesty made for him a garden anew in order
                    to present to him vegetables and all beautiful flowers.- Offerings of Thutmose III to Amon-Ra (1500 BCE)

                    Diversify & prosper


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                    • #11
                      I didnt really know whether to post on this thread or not.....as you may (or may not) know I spent a large time as a child in care and the not so good memories are far more frequent.
                      However I do have one very strong and happy memory of a time staying with my Gran when I was 7 or 8. I used to go to her house in the main school holidays, particularly the summer ones when she would also look after my cousins. I remember her sending us down the lane to the park to pick blackberries, I think we must have picked hundreds, as we all came back completely purple! She was far too pleased with our hoard to be cross and instread sat us on the sofa, read us a ladybird fairy story (either 3 billy goats gruff or red riding hood) while she peeled an orange which we shared between us....

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                      • #12
                        I lived a few doors away from one of my cousins, she was six months older than me we soon cottoned on to the fact that if we asked each others Mums if they wanted anything from the shop we would get sixpence, asked our own and we got nothing. Sadly my cousin died from cancer at the age of 44.
                        Many happy days spent together on the beach, in the park, just wandering around together. We argued a lot but it didnt matter we were close, and many a night I would wake to find her in my bed as her own mum wasnt always there for her.
                        Gardening ..... begins with daybreak
                        and ends with backache

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                        • #13
                          1) Making mudpies down the side of the garage...that was the best mud down there!
                          2) Listening to my maternal grandmother (Ninny) tell us stories of her friendly lady blackbird, Tallulah.
                          3) Playing 'showjumping' games in my paternal grandmother's garden, and trying to convince her to turn her garage into a stable...well, it's not like she had a car and only kept the lawnmower in it, and everyone knows ponies are the best lawnmowers.
                          4) My 5th birthday party (the only one I ever had), where Mother had hidden little presents all round the garden for my friends to find. But, I knew that garden like the back of my hand, found all the presents myself, and was very disgruntled that I had to share them with my guests!
                          5) Being told on my 11th birthday that I could finally have riding lessons. That was the best birthday ever!

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                          • #14
                            Sunday Tea and nighttime routine!

                            We always had a roast on a sunday lunchtime, either at home, or one of the grandparents houses.

                            Obviously for tea, we didn't want much. My sister and I always had 2 slices of buttered white bread, an apple cut into wedges and a packet of Walkers Ready Salted crisps....

                            We would then have baths, come downstairs and have our hair 'ragged' and go up to bed

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                            • #15
                              Climbing trees, then remembering I was scared of heights , at which point my (little) sister would tease me!
                              Making tree-houses in big shrubs and thickets along the many byways and bridleways round here. Making a straw bale house in a field, and getting told off by the farmer for 'mullering' the bales!
                              Cycling with friends, to neighbouring villages to go Strawberry picking, apple scrumping, or nicking flowers to bring back for my Nan when she was staying.
                              Reguarly staying with Nan and Grandad, and helping in their veg garden. Picking Strawberries and Peas. Shelling Peas whilst sitting on the back door step, and being told off by Nan for eating too many. Also, Nan made the best cakes and scones in the world!

                              I still miss my Nan and Grandad.
                              All the best - Glutton 4 Punishment
                              Freelance shrub butcher and weed removal operative.

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