I was quite amazed to see this wee recipe booklet selling at this price.
This thing was as commonplace when I was wee as a mobile phone is now.
£25!

Be-Ro Home Recipes - Scones, Cakes, Pastry, Puddings

And we had real buttah



What's your childhood memories or objects missed?

I was reminded t'other day of a game we used to play called 'Knifey'. You'd climb a steep bank, jump on a rope swing with a 10 meter rope, swing out over the stream and on your return you had to stick a knife into the bank from whence we had swung. Highest knife up the bank won!

We needed computers in them days!

Kerby!

You stood either side of a road, lobbing a football trying to make it bounce off the top corner of the kerb.
I can't remember the 'rules' or 'scoring' now, (we probably made them up as we went along anyway).

There was a decent risk of being run over, which kept it interesting.
We didn't do respawning in them days. being deaded was for keeps.

Knifey to us was standing opposite each other, legs apart, and seeing how near you could throw the knife to stick in to your mate's foot.

Kerby was great fun too

Older brother & me used to like playing in our bogey cart, pretending it was a war chariot, or a cowboys wagon
Like these, but ours had bigger pram wheels on the back...



And oblivious to any racist connotations, loved my golliwog, named George, who lived on my pillow, and helped me plan raids on the biscuit tin and the kidnapping of t'brother's teddy bear.

jhado wrote: This for me too.

It could also have variations like darts and airpistols with dart pellets.
We also did the outspread fingers and knife being stabbed into the a piece of wood as fast as possible.

How fecking bored and psychotic were we and how the hell did we survive this long?

Karts were AMAZING!!!
My daughter still has one of those gollies and loves him to bits. She is not the slightest racist.

Books - my childhood was spent surrounded by books.

grow your own food, diy, wisden cricket almanacs, delias complete guide to cookery, Guinness book of records, huge encyclopedias and history Britannica, green cloth bound books with gold gilt with detailed maps from across the world, books about space, dinosaurs, herbal medicine, gardening books, history books, Thousands and thousands of books, fiction, non fiction, An entire bookcase just for books about ww1 in particular the somerset light infantrys role in it.

When we were not voraciously reading we went out on magical mystery tours, we would all bundle into the ford cavalier )a hand me down from my uncle) and my sister and I would take it in turns to say whether we went left or right - and where ever we ended up we would go and visit, As an adult I now know that my parents had in mind somewhere to visit and we were 'guided' in our directions so we ended up there. if there was a museum, country house, castle or open space to visit within 60 miles we did so and mum would bring it alive with stories about its history,

Weekends always started with saturday morning kids tv, but the tv was handed over to dad the minute grandstand started. The rest of the day would be spent either baking, doing some sort of craft, reading or playing outside on the 'green' with the rest of the kids that lived on the close.

Oh yeah, Gilly, BOGEY'S were brilliant. Homemade deathtraps. We were going down a very steep hill once when the steering failed (the string broke) and then the brakes failed too (the bit of wood came off), we ended up in a right heap halfway up a bank with bits of broken bogey all around. So what did we do? Back to top of the hill, fixed our chariot and went for it again. As Feather says, how did we survive?

Psketti will vouch for Rocky Hill being very steep.

I skived school for a fair chunk of my secondary education.
I hated the place!

So I would go spend whole days in places like the National Museum of Scotland learning about interesting things.
Reading at home was also just a given.

We used to have a tyre with a plank through it, suspended from a tree. 1 person would stand each side of the plank, clinging onto the rope, while everyone else pushed & spun it round. You'd to keep adjusting your balance on each side of the plank like a see-saw. Whoever survived longest without crashing into the tree trunk (or managing to stay on the plank when you did) was the winner.

My Nain (grandma) knitted me a golly...still have him! I remember mum collecting the gollywogs off the jars of marmalade and getting the gollywog band in return...still got them too...my son (16) wants them! Still have a gollywog badge somewhere.

My girls played Kirby, up to 10 years ago...they're all grown up now!
My bike and my Sindy doll were my two fav 'toys'.....still got the doll! Playing 'cops 'n' robbers on the bike.
Playing Pirates in the houses they were constructing.
Reading all the Famous 5 books by the time I was 8-9....and getting pissed off 'cos that was it!
Marmite...still love it!
My mum's sewing box, my bedside table.
Playing golf with mum and dad on Sunday afternoons....then LOADS of tea and hot buttered tea cakes and jam at the 19th!
Castles and mountains.......
darn you feather!

Oh nice one Jane, playing on building sites was always brilliant for cowboys and indians etc. Making dens in the woods, climbing the highest trees, scrumping, racing homemade boats down the brook.

A rope swing on a sharp angled embankment down near Silverknowes 'beach' < lol

The rope was frayed to bits but it was that blue nylon gear so everyone knew you couldn't EVER snap that, so it was safe.
So then, when you were swinging out on it, you didn't get scared when about 4 others jumped on and 'boarded' you.

Think on that now that you're not an immortal child.
Scarey huh?

My dad was an antique dealer, and we (elder brother again) once purloined borrowed a set of huge, red-leather bound, gilt-embossed tomes from him, on brilliantly illustrated greek mythology. We had to sneak them back intact, or he'd have gone ape-shit - 1st editions I think.

I remember being captivated by them, and hearing my mum's voice bellowing up the stairs, "What's going on? it's not raining so you should be outside. How come I can't hear any fighting?

My mum's button box! (a tin actually, with a floral pattern on it).

That was an actual treasure chest!
Lots of shineys, pearls, 'real' gold, etc

My lass has it now and her eyes still light up when she opens it.

Waiting for mum to get the roast joint out of the oven, then dipping bread into the hot dripping.........LUSH

Getting to lick the bowl after mum made cakes, and scraping the dish after apple crumble or eves pudding, oh and homemade custard (which mum still makes) x

Licking the baking spoon!
Elven safety would have a fit!

"I hope your doughnuts turn out like Fanny's"

I had my mum's button box up until recently...gave it to a lady who 'makes stuff'! My eldest had taken the bestest ones and had made a necklace and earings out of them.

@ jhado....I managed to get hold of an amazing book on Native American Indians in my last year at primary from the school library....I had an absolute fascination for them...can't remember what happened to the book....but my passion for the subject has remained. Remember I told you 'bout the 'name' thing jhado?......maybe it is time for a change hey?