Born 56 so remember the LOT!
Like cmother1 says, no village life in Liverpool but the community was so close knit that everyone knew everyone else and all the grown-ups were an uncle or auntie.
CM1 where did you go with your steerie? (Go-Kart to you snobbish ones! ) Everton Brow must have been a favourite! Ours was Park Road in the Dingle.
Didn't have to come in when the street lights came on but we had to be in a nearby street at least. As there was 7 of us in our family I know all about outside bogs and being next to last to get in the tin bath which was in the back kitchen on a Friday night.
Night time was the best time for playing hide & Seek or Kick the can. And as said, bonfire night was a neighbourhood affair where everyone turned out and fireworks were freely handed around from adults to kids because they trusted us and we daren't lose that trust by doing something stupid, (well, not in front of them. )
Short trousers, scabby knees, nits and jam butties in the park with a bottle of sherbert water between a big gang, (and no floaties or you never got another swig!).
Sharing a double bed between the sisters either side of me, (age wise that is), and my next to eldest brother. When you got your own bed it was because you had grown up and were working, till then you shared. The bike was handed down to the next one after 2 years and tough luck if you were a girl because it was a boys bike with straight handle bars. Oh how I longed for a racer with dropped bars!
Family favourites on the radio every Sunday afternoon then the top 20 with the likes of Alan Freeman, Pete Murray etc. This was followed by a short spell of 'Sing Something Simple,' before me mam went to meet me dad in the social club and we watched the London Palladium before polishing our shoes ready for school on the Monday.
Flipping 'eck, got me all nostalgis this now!
Kids today?
Don't know they are born!
Oh and those Blakey studs!
Great on a dark winters night for sparking down the street!
Like cmother1 says, no village life in Liverpool but the community was so close knit that everyone knew everyone else and all the grown-ups were an uncle or auntie.
CM1 where did you go with your steerie? (Go-Kart to you snobbish ones! ) Everton Brow must have been a favourite! Ours was Park Road in the Dingle.
Didn't have to come in when the street lights came on but we had to be in a nearby street at least. As there was 7 of us in our family I know all about outside bogs and being next to last to get in the tin bath which was in the back kitchen on a Friday night.
Night time was the best time for playing hide & Seek or Kick the can. And as said, bonfire night was a neighbourhood affair where everyone turned out and fireworks were freely handed around from adults to kids because they trusted us and we daren't lose that trust by doing something stupid, (well, not in front of them. )
Short trousers, scabby knees, nits and jam butties in the park with a bottle of sherbert water between a big gang, (and no floaties or you never got another swig!).
Sharing a double bed between the sisters either side of me, (age wise that is), and my next to eldest brother. When you got your own bed it was because you had grown up and were working, till then you shared. The bike was handed down to the next one after 2 years and tough luck if you were a girl because it was a boys bike with straight handle bars. Oh how I longed for a racer with dropped bars!
Family favourites on the radio every Sunday afternoon then the top 20 with the likes of Alan Freeman, Pete Murray etc. This was followed by a short spell of 'Sing Something Simple,' before me mam went to meet me dad in the social club and we watched the London Palladium before polishing our shoes ready for school on the Monday.
Flipping 'eck, got me all nostalgis this now!
Kids today?
Don't know they are born!
Oh and those Blakey studs!
Great on a dark winters night for sparking down the street!