Palaisglide


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So...............

Posted: 19/05/2016 at 10:43

The good old days?? because we knew no better, that was it, Some had warm comfortable lives many lucky to have one hot meal a week. Some slept head to tail in crowded beds I had my own bed and listening to school friends thought it would be fun living as they did. Rickets were rife, Iron Lungs incurable diseases, happy days for the few misery for many. The 11 plus my parents could afford the uniforms and kit many could not, some of my friends left school to work at twelve to thirteen, intelligent kids, parents needed the money.


I go bonkers when someone writes about the good old days on my Local History Board, longing for Street Houses, one fire coal, one tap cold and no bath have they had a more miserable time since I ask. What happened to Mars Bars they neither look nor taste as they did in my youth when I would slice them very thinly and slowly enjoy each piece that was heaven on earth. No fat kids during sweet rationing.


Frank.

So...............

Posted: 18/05/2016 at 23:21

Lantana, How about T'lampton worm, Cushy Butterfield, Keep yer feet still Geordie Hinney and the Keel Row. They were all sung with gusto once I started them off, a German and Welshman arms around each other singing "she's a big lass and a Bonny lass and she likes err beer they call's her Cushy Butterfield and I wish she were eer," would have us curled up laughing.


Frank.

So...............

Posted: 18/05/2016 at 23:10

The house I lived in for the first eighteen year was a front section built in 1850's on to a much older cottage being on three levels, Mothers front sitting room, carpets and furnished with an open fire in a fantastic tiled fire place, up some steps to the living room complete with huge metal stove come fire which had two ovens a water boiler and various rings and chains for cooking appliances.  Then through to kitchen and wash house complete with water boiling stove. and a gas oven then out to stables and a large walled garden. Three bedrooms upstairs with a very high passage to my bedroom where sides of bacon and hams hung curing. In our house cut yourself a slice of porridge meant exactly that. The big cast pot had been hung over the fire (it never went out just damped down) the pot full of oats and water cooked over night and you literally cut a slice mixed in the treacle and milk to your liking and ate, the rest of breakfast was bacon eggs in season our own hens tomato or mushrooms in season and of course fried bread, if you believe the diet faddists I should have died years ago.


Problem Dad got me a Piano it would not go anywhere but the Front Sitting Room and that meant I had to go in there every day to practice. Hot weather I would throw the window open and a row of heads appeared as it was straight out onto the Mill lane, come on Sonna we want to play cricket Mother shooing them back out of Her Room.  Four of us lived in that house and at no time did I ever think others lived a different way. Our Village was ideal though there were plenty of two up two down no bathroom single cold water tap and as many as ten living in some, and there we were with a Front Sitting Room.


Frank.

So...............

Posted: 18/05/2016 at 16:20

Lantana, no trouble with this then.


Aa went to Blaydon Races, 'twas on the ninth of Joon,
Eiteen hundred an' sixty-two, on a summer's efternoon;
Aa tyuk the 'bus frae Balmbra's, an' she wis heavy laden,
Away we went 'lang Collin'wood Street, that's on the road to Blaydon.


(chorus)


Ah me lads, ye shudda seen us gannin',
We pass'd the foaks alang the road just as they wor stannin';
Thor wis lots o' lads an' lassies there, aal wi' smiling faces,
Gannin' alang the Scotswood Road, to see the Blaydon Races.


We belonged to an advanced Armoured group alongside the German Armour with mobile Workshops so intermixed I was always taken by surprise when Rank and File German troops saluted me being a WO, our lot just called us names. At night beer would appear and a singing session commence, the lads always called me Geordie not knowing where Teesside was and the request would come Blaydon Races Geordie and after a few beers how could you refuse I often gave Geordie Ridley a blessing (not) for writing it, they always knew if I left a verse out.


Fun times though had the public known how close it came at times they may well have worried more.


Frank.

Forum changes now live

Posted: 18/05/2016 at 13:21

Nora, as I said in the PM I did try to do as you asked on the I Pad, clicking on to the address you gave there was just a blank page nothing to go forward with. It was no use clicking on from the laptop mail that would just give the form for the laptop which is working anyway.


At my age I manage to make some things work this has me beat.


Frank.

rain water out of water butt

Posted: 18/05/2016 at 12:03

Rain water from a roof via a gutter and pipe to a Butt will be anything but pure you could add acid Vinegar or such it works though would you use the water on delicate plants. My Butts when I had them had taps on the base so you drew water from the bottom. I found it much easier to fill buckets from the tap and leave them to gas off for a couple of days then water with that, our water is soft, hard water could be a problem. Some people have to use Butts and the answer above of straw in a sack though I thought it had to float?


Frank.

So...............

Posted: 18/05/2016 at 11:53

One thing always made me laugh in the English lesson, that was the removal of unnecessary words. My Tutor would say "The Cat ate the cream" how would you change it? After numerous accounts of the cat eating the cream or slurping it as I pointed out Miss English (yes that was her name) would say remove cat  "The cream was eaten" but miss had it gone off to be thick enough to eat? we all knew the cat ate it or slurped it what was the point. As more sentences were dissected the form would be rolling on the floor laughing, Miss English had a sense of humour thank goodness which made English a lesson to enjoy.


Frank.

Forum changes now live

Posted: 18/05/2016 at 11:37

Could some one please explain why I can sign in on my laptop as now yet will not allow me in on my I pad. I tried four times last night got a notification it was now done yet it was not, this morning after several tries to log in I gave up.


Can you sort this please.


Frank.

So...............

Posted: 18/05/2016 at 10:42

Lantana, My  Mother was from North Yorkshire Dad from Prudhoe I was born in Durham then acquired the flat Army accent which is a mish mash of it all. You tend to switch accents depending on the company and some of the guesses as to where I came from were hilarious, one lad had me down as Danish? probably in the Viking days.


Giving a lecture it would be from a written script meticulous in the writing, as one person told me real toffee nosed, giving orders they would be short to the point making sure there could be no misunderstanding that might cause problems and when Teaching an informal method that allowed questions. The feed back told me it was mostly the correct way, in later years people came up and told me I had started them off well, very satisfying.


Nato was fun German Dutch French Belgium we all got along fine it was the Americans who had us beaten, I understood the Russian's who followed us everywhere better than the Yanks. I always found it strange how soon mixed races were understanding each other. Look at the world now, travel has changed it completely since I was a lad, my Parents would not understand it at all.


Frank

So...............

Posted: 17/05/2016 at 22:33

Oasis, a foul smelling watering hole in the Desert a few Date Palms and a raised section of well for humans and camels to drink if you dare. Your nose tells you where they are from ten miles out.
When may I ask did we turn Railway Stations into train stations?


We have at least six regional accents within a distance of 35 miles which we all understand although being taught the Kings now the Queens English in the correct way at school we all added yet another accent as we tried at elocution lessons to make pronouncements aka BBC News Readers.


I find writing for the Local History comes out quite formal and much as an Engineers report, everything there that would be needed although cut to the quick. On here you are writing with friends much looser prose unless talking to a newby where much more detail must be added.


If I read or hear "Amazzingg, The end of the day, Abbreviations, BTW, FAQ, IMO, IOW. TIC, I will tear out all the hair on my "err" arms. Do not get me started.


Frank

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