The weather wasn’t particularly good yesterday where I live so no one must have been in the mood to travel. Unlike the previous day the main road near my house was really quiet. this reminded me of bygone days when Sunday’s were peaceful much as Germany is still. Wouldn’t it be nice if it were to continue. Or would it Can I have some feed back please.
I used to live on Hampshire at a point where the A3 from London split to go to either Southsea or Hayling Island. On Sundays in summer, it was so busy with day trippers that there was cop on points duty at the junction.
Yes, it was quieter in Germany. When I lived in Mainz, the shops closed half day on Saturday and everything but bars and restaurants were closed on Sunday. Later when I worked in Hamburg, being a city state, Sunday was pretty busy.
Scotland never had Sunday trading laws as such and now Sunday is just another day.
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When I was a kid Sunday was always a day of rest so nobody worked or made a noise. Sunday dinner was always a roast, accompanied by the Billy Cotton Bandshow on the wireless. In the afternoon mums and dads had a snooze in their respective armchairs while us kids played quietly for fear of waking them. Then tea time was usually a ham salad followed by tinned fruit and condensed milk and everything had to be accompanied by a slice of bread and margerine...aah, those were the days.
Quote: Originally posted by Bob61 on 18/5/2020
When I was a kid Sunday was always a day of rest so nobody worked or made a noise. Sunday dinner was always a roast, accompanied by the Billy Cotton Bandshow on the wireless. In the afternoon mums and dads had a snooze in their respective armchairs while us kids played quietly for fear of waking them. Then tea time was usually a ham salad followed by tinned fruit and condensed milk and everything had to be accompanied by a slice of bread and margerine...aah, those were the days.
Did you mean Nestlé's Ideal Milk or Carnation Milk,which were evaporated milks.
I suppose at your age, time does play havoc ewith the memory
Quote: Originally posted by Bob61 on 18/5/2020
When I was a kid Sunday was always a day of rest so nobody worked or made a noise. Sunday dinner was always a roast, accompanied by the Billy Cotton Bandshow on the wireless. In the afternoon mums and dads had a snooze in their respective armchairs while us kids played quietly for fear of waking them. Then tea time was usually a ham salad followed by tinned fruit and condensed milk and everything had to be accompanied by a slice of bread and margerine...aah, those were the days.
Did you mean Nestlé's Ideal Milk or Carnation Milk,which were evaporated milks.
I suppose at your age, time does play havoc ewith the memory
The crap we used to eat just to stop feeling hungry.
The crap we used to listen to on the radio as well, like Educating Archie, Billy Cotton, Semprini Serenade, Jimmy Clitheroe, my God! They're bringing them all back while we are in lockdown, just to remind us what "Good Times" were.
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Quote: Originally posted by Bridgelayer on 19/5/2020
The crap we used to listen to on the radio as well, like Educating Archie, Billy Cotton, Semprini Serenade, Jimmy Clitheroe, my God! They're bringing them all back while we are in lockdown, just to remind us what "Good Times" were.
Not quite.. there has been a classic comedy hour on Radio 4 extra (8 - 9 am weekdays)long before the lockdown. Some series are still funny, but others just haven't stood the test of time. I can happily forget "Life with the Lyons" or "Meet the Huggets".
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best clothes on, sunday was go to church stand around quietly while mum and dad caught up with folk, then either go home or visit reletives, didnt really make any difference us kids had to be quiet, not get any dirt on us so no playing outside but reading or even worse cross-stitch or knitting while the adults had their 'fun' chatting and having a sherry or two, Sunday meals were the highlight but in our family adults ate at one table in the best room and us kids ate in the kitchen.
Cant say that i want to go back to those days exactly but in all honesty I would like the parents of today to have a bit more control of their offspring especially when they are out and about
Quote: Originally posted by SGThomas on 19/5/2020
If you used condensed milk the fruit salad would get too sticky, unless,of course, you came from the north of the country
I came from the Midlands where ships were made of wood, men were made of steel, and pansies were flowers...er...hang on a minute...there weren't any ships in the Midlands
Myself and my brother were sent to Sunday school on Sunday mornings with sixpence in our pockets for the collection box. Somehow we managed to end up on the local park boating lake where a canoe cost sixpence an hour. All was well until one day the Sunday school teacher knocked on the door to ask why we hadn't been to Sunday school for weeks...I have never trusted Sunday school teachers ever since
Seems like a lot of you are about my age group. Which is old enough to know better. Yes sundays were pretty boring when I look back so I suppose busy roads are a price to pay
I guess a lot of us are that age group Terry. My experiences were very much like Bob's. I did used to like the Navy Lark though, although I don't know how it would sound today, as it's a different world. Had me in stitches back then though.
Sometimes on Sunday afternoon though we would go out for a Sunday afternoon drive if we had one of my father's old banger cars at the time, and two out of three times we didn't even break down.
After church we went to Grans for lunch, about 12 of us , aunts, uncles and cousins.
Soup and then main course served one after the other in the same plate and huge excitement if we were told to 'lick your spoon' because that meant there was puddding .
During lunch we listened to the Navy Lark......'left hand down a bit '
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