General Chat

the dodo died, then dodi died, di died & dando died, dido must be shittttin herself!

I remember clambering up on the stool in the kitchen to listen to 'Listen with Mother'...we had to wait for the wireless to warm up! Most days missed the begining.

There was an old fellow called Bob Whose dad was a bit of a snob His mum didn’t like to go on a bike ‘cause a Bentley was right for the job

Ah! at That time we had a Salvation Army. we went to, quite close by,collected attendance stars......... talking of fires, the tin bath, in front of,saturday night

And childrens hour sitting in front of the fire. Uncle mac, Ballet shoes, Just William. and later was it Round the Horne? Richard Murdoch, must have been Friday evenings as I used to listen to it after my weekly bath!! Ann Glos

No Bob, dinner was always at 12.30 sharp, tea at 5pm, church at 6.30pm. Ann Glos

" Once Again, we stop the roar of London's Traffic......" and later...." Dick Barton, Special agent!"

In Town Tonight.

ITMA, the Crazy Gang, Sing Something Simple.......

And the Billy Cotton band show Wakey wakey....

Remember... How Mum Smelt,, and the way she did her hair... Dinner ready at 1 oc, on Sundays, Two Way family favourites. ..Thinking,(aged about 6) after the war, there wont be any need for "News"

do you remember? Do you remember How Christmas smelt when you were a child? The aromatic pine of the christmas tree the bath salts wrapped for a favourite aunt. And then there was the food; Mince pies, roast meat, Christmas pud, Friut cake, tangerines, appetizingly good. And the coal fire banked up for the morning Chestnuts roasting, burst without warning. Do you remember How Christmas sounded when you were a child? the rattle of the letter box when cards arrived, Parcels in removal vans, shouts of postal workers. Parents' whispers outside your door the crackle of paper, The creak of the bedroom floor. excited squeals of sister or brother happy laughter of Father and Mother. Do you remember How Christmas felt when you were a child? needles of the christmas tree pricking stockinged feet, Satin smooth baubles, prickly holly And scrunchy paper chains. Bulky stockings, orange in toe,everyone jolly. hard parcels, soft parcels tied with a bow. No two the same. smooth pages of a new book written by a favourite name. Do you remember How christmas tasted when you were a child? fruit jelly at Christmas parties Maybe tinned peaches and cold ice cream, Tangy apples and sweet tangerines. Spicy puddings following succulent meat, Creamy brazil nuts, chestnuts bitter sweet. Melting rich chocolates, And fizzy drinks a special treat. Ann Glos copyright 2003

from MY childhood, " Austria was Hungary so it ate a bit of Turkey, off a piece of China, dipped in Greece........ When England Invaded Germany, Hitlers Troops Surrendered.. (WEIGHTS) Poets pot thread no. 335583

Oh, Poet's Pot you live again A board for folks to mark To speak their greatest fears When they are in the dark. A sheet of pristine paper Waiting to convey Dreams and inspirations To help us on our way. The Genius of Shelley The Nonsense of Ted Lear Will soon be resurrected. You'll see, never fear.

Waited patiently :) I second Jim's plea! Joy

Once upon these threads we had A load of poems nightly, Some would make us smile a lot And some would make us frightly. That thread has gone. I miss it so That here and now I pledge This thread as its replacement And something rhymes with sledge. So come on all you Poets Revive our missing thread I'm continuing my childhood Until the day I'm dead!

Thought that would get you interested.