those were the days

[Keith at Tregenna]

THOSE WERE THE DAYS MARY HOPKIN:

Once upon a time, there was a tavern
Where we used to raise a glass or two
Remember how we laughed away the hours,
Think of all the great things we would do

Those were the days, my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day

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K.

[Des Taff Jenkins]

Hi All.
I was lucky; lived in a small village which I think was built for 1st war vets in Wales, My Grandfather who died from war wounds lived in one, my father who was on Q ships got one, I think most were returned service men. We kept chickens, ducks, had a big garden and allotment so were never short of food, but we were short of everything else, like shoes and clothes, which were handed down to the next brother as we grew. We played on the green in the middle of the village, cricket with a tennis ball, and soccer all in bare feet, helped the farmer take in the wheat and potatoes for which he bought us an ice cream. The farmer came around with a horse and cart with milk churns selling milk, or we would go down the farm and get it straight from the cowshed. Down the river for a swim, even had to get out one time as a dead sheep went pass. Used to dig up roots of a plant that tasted like nuts, eat blackberries, hazel nuts, and even what we called bread and butter the leaves of a may blossom. We would go up the coal tips and get sacks of slag, sometimes the men would tip a good dram of coal if the bosses were not around, come racing down the hill on our bikes with two sacks of coal in the middle. had ten days in hospital with double pneumonia, Mum used to put goose grease on a flannel f and around the throat for colds.
Great days , I feel sorry for the kids of today they have everything but happiness
Cheers Des

[Keith at Tregenna]

A Boy's Song

WHERE the pools are bright and deep,
Where the grey trout lies asleep,
Up the river and over the lea,
That 's the way for Billy and me.

Where the blackbird sings the latest,
Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest,
Where the nestlings chirp and flee,
That 's the way for Billy and me.

Where the mowers mow the cleanest,
Where the hay lies thick and greenest,
There to track the homeward bee,
That 's the way for Billy and me.

Where the hazel bank is steepest,
Where the shadow falls the deepest,
Where the clustering nuts fall free,
That 's the way for Billy and me.

Why the boys should drive away
Little sweet maidens from the play,
Or love to banter and fight so well,
That 's the thing I never could tell.

But this I know, I love to play
Through the meadow, among the hay;
Up the water and over the lea,
That 's the way for Billy and me.

James Hogg. 1770–1835.

[happy daze john in oz]

Wonderful days as a child, mum was divorced by the time I had turned six so she had to do waht work she could find to keep us going, she did remarry later.
But for all that we ate well, I was dressed in good clothes and there were no 'op' shops in those days. Roast on Sunday, cold cuts Monday, Fish on Friday and wher ever inbetween. Wonderful stews with dumplings, Rhubarb pie and custard, where did mother ever get such long pie dishes from. Rice pudding with a skin on top, semolina with jam. We were not rich, but we were extremely happy in those days just after the war as were the majority of the people. No TV, but wonderful stories on the radio. Playing out in the garden until it got dark, walking to school and feling perfectly safe. Wonderful winters sitting around the candles, when it got really cold we ilt them. The kids of today do not know they were born, it is all done for them. Funny thiong chicken in those days was considered a luxury, now it is the beef.

[Keith Tindell]

Going back through these memories, i am salivating, remembering rolly polly pudding, steamed in a big pot and wrapped in cotton. i wonder what kids would think of it today, or even the health freaks?, ah well , i will carry on dreaming, rolly polly with lashings of treacle, KT

[Richard Quartermaine]

Going back through these memories, i am salivating, remembering rolly polly pudding, steamed in a big pot and wrapped in cotton. i wonder what kids would think of it today, or even the health freaks?, ah well , i will carry on dreaming, rolly polly with lashings of treacle, KT

Fried johnny scones, pease pudding, pig's cheek brawn, a boiled cloth covered meat pudding that my father called a baby's head, tripe and onions. Lots of suet, dripping saturated Yorkshire puds, lard and fried bread. They were glorious occasions, rather than regular ones that are now behind drive by windows, and that was why we're still around.
Richard

[Louis the Amigo]

Hi shipmates, Hi keith, we had all them puddings in school, and spotted dick all steamed in a big machine, my best mates' mother was a dinner lady, and she made sure we had extras of everything.

[Keith at Tregenna]

Think they have to call it spotted pudding / Derick or similar nowadays:

K.

[Richard Quartermaine]

What about dotted spick? As for currant buns my father used to say that boy would sit up in the rafters of the bakehouse with a pocket full of currants and a pea shooter and about every second bun got a currant.
Richard

[happy daze john in oz]

Yes I spotted Dick one day and I am unble to disclose his actions on such a public site as this.