…we kids had a little joke about snot…‘what’s the difference between Brussel sprouts and snot?… kids will eat snot’… it’s stupid but to us kids it was funny… cheers.
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…it’s funny how you remember certain sounds from when you were a kid Gayspie… I remember from when we visited my grandparents in Manchester in England when I was about 7 or 8 years old… they had an actual bell at the front door that you had to ring… it had a very distinct ring tone to it… it was really unusual… I never heard that particular ring for so many years… (maybe it had a crack in the bell or something perhaps?)…
…anyway… about 10 years ago I went to a garage sale… an old man had died and his kids were selling all of his stuff… I happened upon a bell that hung in his garden… it was old and weather beaten… it was the EXACT ring tone as my grandparents one… I never forgot that weird ring tone even after all those years… of course I bought it for a few dollars and it’s now hanging in my back garden… I often give it a ring just to take a trip down memory lane and think of when we visited my grandparents lol!…
…it’s amazing how early memories stick with you even 60 or more years later… it’s a great feeling… cheers.
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I love all those old memories.
My earliest memory must be when I was about 3-4.
I have no idea where we were, but my family was visiting people. It could have been my grandparents relatives on my mum's side.
I remember being in bed with my sister. The room was huge, and the bed was huge - then it would have been being so small and young.
I remember feeling scared - big, old, dark room - safe with my sister beside me. Then the door opened, and a lady looked in to check on us, and I was scared stiff and didn't move.
Maybe my great aunt? I don't know. She was a lovely lady, but I wasn't familiar with her at that early age as I was as I grew up.
My earliest memory must be when I was about 3-4.
I have no idea where we were, but my family was visiting people. It could have been my grandparents relatives on my mum's side.
I remember being in bed with my sister. The room was huge, and the bed was huge - then it would have been being so small and young.
I remember feeling scared - big, old, dark room - safe with my sister beside me. Then the door opened, and a lady looked in to check on us, and I was scared stiff and didn't move.
Maybe my great aunt? I don't know. She was a lovely lady, but I wasn't familiar with her at that early age as I was as I grew up.
…does anyone remember the floating Flymo lawn mowers?… they had no wheels but floated like a Hovercraft… when we first moved to Australia in the mid 60’s and finally moved into a Housing Commission house… for the first time in my parents lives… they had to mow a lawn lol!… they had always lived in apartments in the East End of London… so it was a whole new world to them…. and us kids… because we were so poor and couldn’t afford a lawn mower my dad’s mate next door lent him his Victa lawn mower every time my dad needed to mow the lawn… and because having an actual lawn was so new to dad he loved having to mow it whenever it was needed to be done lol!…
…anyway… after about a year or so later my dad’s mate bought himself a Flymo lawn mower and gave dad his old lawn mower for nothing… every time the guy mowed his lawn with his Flymo it became an event for us kids to just sit there and watch him using his ‘hovercraft lawn mower’… we found it to be amazing because at that time hovercrafts were a new wonderous machine that were becoming so popular everywhere… we used to imagine that they were like ‘George Jetson’s’ (or somebody similar) flying car and that we’d be flying around everywhere in them… hovercrafts were the ‘new big thing’ so to speak…
…as it happened my dad’s mate and his wife… (sick of being in a Housing Commission house)… a few months later had bought a new apartment to live in and had no need of a lawn mower… that is… ; HIS FLYMO MOWER… because dad was his mate and my dad always wished that he could afford to get one for himself… he just gave my dad his Flymo mower… to say that dad was ecstatic is an understatement… he was beside himself…
…now my story begins… my dad… at every single possible moment… mowed the lawn at every possibility… the lawn got mowed even if it didn’t need it lol!… anyway… after about a year he finally allowed my brother and I to use it to mow the lawn!… (mainly because he was about to mow the lawn but got called out to work just as he was about to do it)… we told dad that we’d do it for him if he likes… after a lot of umming and ahhing he finally said “okay… but just mow the lawn and don’t break it… and watch your toes!”… he then went to work and left my brother and I to it… as soon as he left we tried riding it like a hovercraft (we’d been waiting about a year for this opportunity lol!)… but it didn’t have enough power to even lift my little brother…and he was so light… we were so disappointed… as I said… we had been waiting for over a year to ride it… and we got ziltch… nothing… zero… what a bummer!…
…we were mowing the lawn and had to mow a very steep embankment out at the front of the house… there was a big risk of losing our footing and hurting ourselves… we both thought… “stuff that!”… then as a 14 - 15 year old… I had a brainwave that I’m still proud of to this day…
…we got some rope from the shed… tied it to the handle… started the Flymo up… slowly lowered it to the bottom of the embankment and then just casually started walking from left to right and slowly start reeling the rope on the mower back in towards the top of the embankment until it was all done… even I was impressed with it lol!… my little brother just said… “smart arse!”…
…when dad got home he saw the lawn and thought that we did a great job… I told him about my idea with mowing the embankment and he was gobsmacked because he always had trouble mowing it… he thought that it was such a great idea that he did the same thing every time… the next time he asked us whether we wanted to mow the lawn we said “no’ because we had already found out that you can’t ride it like a hovercraft lol!… although… we did it for some pocket money sometimes lol!… great memories indeed… cheers.
…anyway… after about a year or so later my dad’s mate bought himself a Flymo lawn mower and gave dad his old lawn mower for nothing… every time the guy mowed his lawn with his Flymo it became an event for us kids to just sit there and watch him using his ‘hovercraft lawn mower’… we found it to be amazing because at that time hovercrafts were a new wonderous machine that were becoming so popular everywhere… we used to imagine that they were like ‘George Jetson’s’ (or somebody similar) flying car and that we’d be flying around everywhere in them… hovercrafts were the ‘new big thing’ so to speak…
…as it happened my dad’s mate and his wife… (sick of being in a Housing Commission house)… a few months later had bought a new apartment to live in and had no need of a lawn mower… that is… ; HIS FLYMO MOWER… because dad was his mate and my dad always wished that he could afford to get one for himself… he just gave my dad his Flymo mower… to say that dad was ecstatic is an understatement… he was beside himself…
…now my story begins… my dad… at every single possible moment… mowed the lawn at every possibility… the lawn got mowed even if it didn’t need it lol!… anyway… after about a year he finally allowed my brother and I to use it to mow the lawn!… (mainly because he was about to mow the lawn but got called out to work just as he was about to do it)… we told dad that we’d do it for him if he likes… after a lot of umming and ahhing he finally said “okay… but just mow the lawn and don’t break it… and watch your toes!”… he then went to work and left my brother and I to it… as soon as he left we tried riding it like a hovercraft (we’d been waiting about a year for this opportunity lol!)… but it didn’t have enough power to even lift my little brother…and he was so light… we were so disappointed… as I said… we had been waiting for over a year to ride it… and we got ziltch… nothing… zero… what a bummer!…
…we were mowing the lawn and had to mow a very steep embankment out at the front of the house… there was a big risk of losing our footing and hurting ourselves… we both thought… “stuff that!”… then as a 14 - 15 year old… I had a brainwave that I’m still proud of to this day…
…we got some rope from the shed… tied it to the handle… started the Flymo up… slowly lowered it to the bottom of the embankment and then just casually started walking from left to right and slowly start reeling the rope on the mower back in towards the top of the embankment until it was all done… even I was impressed with it lol!… my little brother just said… “smart arse!”…
…when dad got home he saw the lawn and thought that we did a great job… I told him about my idea with mowing the embankment and he was gobsmacked because he always had trouble mowing it… he thought that it was such a great idea that he did the same thing every time… the next time he asked us whether we wanted to mow the lawn we said “no’ because we had already found out that you can’t ride it like a hovercraft lol!… although… we did it for some pocket money sometimes lol!… great memories indeed… cheers.
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…wow!… I found Iced Vo vo’s in Woolies today… I didn’t realise that they still made them… I haven’t had one for a gazzilion years… of course I bought a packet of them… they lasted for a whole two seconds lol!… they are only half the size that they were in the 70’s from memory and half the thickness (as are Wagon Wheels are nowadays so it’s the way it is I guess?)… but they still taste the same from my memory … mum used to give us them when we got home from school as a treat… them and lamingtons… we had never seen either until we came to Australia in the mid 60’s… we considered them to be luxurious items at the time… they were beautiful treats to us… what a great trip down memory lane for me anyway… cheers.
…ha!… the other night my sweet darling wife / her daughter and I had fish and chips for a quick takeaway meal that night… anyway… I had eaten my fish and was about to eat some chips and then I remembered what we used to have as kids… I said to my sweet wife… “hey babe… can you please butter me two two pieces of bread please?”… she asked me… “why?”… I then said… “because *I want to have a ‘hot chip butty’…”…in all of the years that Mrs Sticky and I have been together (45 years or so)… neither of us could remember ever having had ‘hot chip butties’ lol!… (as far as I can remember… I haven’t had them since I was about 14-15 years old when I lived at home with my mum and dad)…
…why haven't I had them since?… they’re great!… what sparked my memory of them?… only God knows I guess?… I’m positive that we haven’t had them since so long ago… anyway… I also have a similar memory of when we were kids in the same kind of thing now I think of it… we used to call ‘potato chips’ in England ‘crisps’… we loved having ‘crunchy crisp sandwiches’… potato chips in a sandwich is also so great too… ahhh!… such simple memories… such simple meals… such simple times… cheers.
…why haven't I had them since?… they’re great!… what sparked my memory of them?… only God knows I guess?… I’m positive that we haven’t had them since so long ago… anyway… I also have a similar memory of when we were kids in the same kind of thing now I think of it… we used to call ‘potato chips’ in England ‘crisps’… we loved having ‘crunchy crisp sandwiches’… potato chips in a sandwich is also so great too… ahhh!… such simple memories… such simple meals… such simple times… cheers.
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I still call them crisps, one name i haven't been able to convert.
And, hot chips butties with marmite. Not the ring in Aussie marmite, the real thing. I have managed to keep a regular stock of it. I still have two 500g jars left. They should last until my sister visits again next year.
The British Grocery Shop online has it. I haven't had to buy it from them yet, but I will if I eventually have to.
Fish chips and a pickled egg! My dad had those battered saveloys.
And, hot chips butties with marmite. Not the ring in Aussie marmite, the real thing. I have managed to keep a regular stock of it. I still have two 500g jars left. They should last until my sister visits again next year.
The British Grocery Shop online has it. I haven't had to buy it from them yet, but I will if I eventually have to.
Fish chips and a pickled egg! My dad had those battered saveloys.
…I had an amazing dream last night… it blew me away… it was about my dearly departed mum… really strong Sun rays were coming through our lounge room windows… I dreamed that I was about probably 6 - 7 years old methinks… I’d hurt my knee or leg or something and I was crying and she was singing some sort of song to me to calm me down as she was wiping my cut clean… I have heard the song that she was singing to me but have absolutely no idea of what the song was… I wish that I could remember it… before I knew it… it was over…
…whether it was an early memory of something that really happened or was just a lovely dream I really don’t know but either way… I felt great when I woke up… I told my sweet darling wife about it and she said to me “just enjoy it for what it was… either way it made you happy didn’t it?”… she was right so that’s how I’m looking at it but I wish that I could remember that song… it’s so familiar to me… it’s most probably a kids lullaby or something I have to imagine… cheers.
…whether it was an early memory of something that really happened or was just a lovely dream I really don’t know but either way… I felt great when I woke up… I told my sweet darling wife about it and she said to me “just enjoy it for what it was… either way it made you happy didn’t it?”… she was right so that’s how I’m looking at it but I wish that I could remember that song… it’s so familiar to me… it’s most probably a kids lullaby or something I have to imagine… cheers.
…I can’t remember any of the words Febs… just the tune vaguely… I’m imagining it’s an old style English lullaby type of tune as it would’ve been the early 60’s… I was born in 1953 so maybe a II World War song from the 40’s or earlier perhaps?… one day it will come to me I guess?… if` it does I will let you know lol!…cheers.
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Get that tune going through your head, then maybe a few words will pop in. I'd be interested to hear what it was. A lot of the lullaby's we grew up with would have stemmed from that era.
…Febs I remembered it!… It ended up not being a Lullaby or a nursery rhyme but a song… I tried to remember who my mum used to love as singers… I remembered that she loved the likes of Matt Munroe / Tom Jones / Pat Boone / Bing Crosby / Doris Day etc… she loved crooners… anyway… I had to go through heaps of all their songs to track the tune down… it took me hours lol!… it ended up being ‘I’ll see you in my dreams’… it was originally written in1924… this is a version from 1930 by Cliff Edwards…
…but this version by Pat Boone (one of her faves) would be the version that she liked is my guess… here it is…
…but I love this version best… it was from the ‘Concert for George’ for George Harrison when he died… this version by Joe Brown closing the concert for George… I think that it’s the best version by far…
…thank God I found that song… now I can rest lol!… Febs… did you like it?… I might have that last version as one of my funeral songs... I love it… cheers.
…but this version by Pat Boone (one of her faves) would be the version that she liked is my guess… here it is…
…but I love this version best… it was from the ‘Concert for George’ for George Harrison when he died… this version by Joe Brown closing the concert for George… I think that it’s the best version by far…
…thank God I found that song… now I can rest lol!… Febs… did you like it?… I might have that last version as one of my funeral songs... I love it… cheers.
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If that was something special between you and your mum, then I think that is a wonderful idea.
(Not that you're going anywhere for a loooooong time, yet!)
When I was a kid I used to think that Americans were really rude hanging up on each other without saying goodbye, because that's what I'd seen on TV.
I saw someone on FB saying that he and his wife both say "bye" out loud on behalf of characters while watching. That's funny and sweet, one of those enduring in-jokes.
I saw someone on FB saying that he and his wife both say "bye" out loud on behalf of characters while watching. That's funny and sweet, one of those enduring in-jokes.
…not that I’m going anywhere soon Febs… I’ve finally decided on my 3 songs to be played at my funeral… they are…
1)… for when everyone is walking in… ‘I’ll see you in my dreams’ by Joe Brown…
2)… In the middle when the photos are shown… ‘Let it be’… by The Beatles… (my most favourite song ever)…
3)… at the end as everyone is leaving… ‘Always look on the bright side of life’… by Monty Python…
…that’ll do me lol!… has anyone here thought of theirs?… just curious?… lol!… cheers.
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Big Brother Season 1.
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I had Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life on my list for walking out, too!
The others were:
At one time I thought:https:
Since then I've decided to skip the funeral (Sid might be a bit too much for the crematorium!). Straight to the crematorium, ashes over the headland into the sea, then all down to the surf-club/Legion for a memorial/reflection/party/knees-up - or whatever. I'll be watching on from above, so they can do what they like with the money behind the bar.
Well, that's the way I'm thinking right now. That might change as my days become less
If I have a change of mind, Sting can replace Sid with this:
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