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Childhood Memories

Edifi said:
Nico. Didn't know there were Vegans around in those days :laughing: :laughing:
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My dad never ate meat till he met mum. His mum told him he didn't like it. They were very poor. He never ate a sausage till he came to us for a barbecue. He never ate eggs or bacon. Or fresh fruit. Lived till he was 83.
 
I try to avoid white bread too, and generally have Ryvita in its place. I'm intolerant of cow's milk and haven't had that for over 30 years. I can tolerate small amounts of cheese made from cow's milk, but much prefer feta made from pure sheep's milk. Most of the commercial stuff available pre-packaged is 50/50 sheep and goats. However, my son-in-law's father is a sheep farmer living a few miles away, so a lot of feta comes my way for free! :) As far as meat goes, I only eat chicken - not for any dietary or philosophical reason, but just because I don't like the other stuff.

Maurice :cool:
 
Wholemeal bread is what we usually have, however, white 'Tiger' bread makes excellent toast. ;) We have quite a lot of cows milk, what a bargain four pints for just over £1 most places, compared with beer which seems to be four times as much for the equivalent quantity.
 
mw0njm. said:
Irish soda bread,not had that since i left Ireland. cant get it here. i am a celiac
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I get it in Sainsburys. Rankin Soda bread. They sell soda farls too but they are white and dry. I am not a celiac. But I can't eat white flour rice or pasta, chocolate, cheese which is the only thing I miss, saccharine and crackers of any sort.
I love cheese, goats' sheeps' and cows' milk cheese. Dad called me the mouse. The Free from stuff doesn't suit me ether it's like chaff or rubber. Strangley, and luckily I can eat brown soda, and Hovis, brown rice and brown pasta.
 
sospiri said:
I try to avoid white bread too, and generally have Ryvita in its place. I'm intolerant of cow's milk and haven't had that for over 30 years. I can tolerate small amounts of cheese made from cow's milk, but much prefer feta made from pure sheep's milk. Most of the commercial stuff available pre-packaged is 50/50 sheep and goats. However, my son-in-law's father is a sheep farmer living a few miles away, so a lot of feta comes my way for free! :) As far as meat goes, I only eat chicken - not for any dietary or philosophical reason, but just because I don't like the other stuff.

Maurice :cool:
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I might try feta. Or Mozzarella! Thank you Maurice.
 
Edifi said:
Has I've probably said before I grew up loving Pigs tail stew.Ive got them for my tea tonight.YUM
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What does that taste like? Coddle? I like that. Had it in Dublin and corned beef, the tail end whatever that means, gigot chops, colcannon and potato cakes. Takes me back. I heard of pigs legs, as well as trotters, being very cheap. And ray in batter.
 
Edifi,

I don't like goats cheese - it is far too sweet. Feta made from sheeps milk only has a nice bite to it

Maurice :cool:
 
Nico,it's only pork.If you cut them up into 1 inch pieces ,boil them for about an hour or so.then do your Veg add your soup and tails and continue to boil till you think it's OK.Lovely
 
I miss bread the good gear I grew up eating, Mother's Pride, Hawley's a tin loaf something you could make a real sarnie out of with out it falling apart

The bread we get here if you make a bacon and egg sarnie with HP falls apart you have to use both hands to hold it almost cradling it.

What was the bread called that was round that had a smaller round on top, it also came in a small version and I recall them being on a plough man's .

Have to ask what was the best thing before sliced bread ?.
 
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Robert Ensor (bob) said:
I miss bread the good gear I grew up eating, Mother's Pride, Hawley's a tin loaf something you could make a real sarnie out of with out it falling apart
The bread we get here if you make a bacon and egg sarnie with HP falls apart you have to use both hands to hold it almost cradling it.
What was the bread called that was round that had a smaller round on top, it also came in a small version and I recall them being on a plough man's .
Have to ask what was the best thing before sliced bread ?
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I noticed that its either putty like or as you say falls apart. i can only eat toasted bread.
 
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One childhood memory I have is of my bedroom which was the smallest in the house. It's window looked out on our quiet road on the Beeches Estate but if I looked out of that window now I would see the M6 Motorway. The room was only 7' x 6' so a single bed took up most of the space.

Very early memories are of being woken up, rushed out of bed and taken to the garden shelter because the air-raid sirens had sounded. A small incendiary bomb did hit the house one night but landed in mom and dad's bedroom and my little bedroom was untouched.

Childhood illnesses in those days usually resulted in being confined to bed for a week or more but when I had Scarlett Fever I spent six weeks generally confined to the room reading 'Just William', 'Worzel Gummidge' books and 'Rupert' annuals. It led to a life long love of reading and I was best reader in the class when I went back to school.

With only coal fires downstairs it was a very cold room and I remember waking up to see the inside of the windows completely covered with white patterned ice. Later in my early teen years I used to plug a one bar electric fire into the light socket and sit with it under the sheets to warm the bed !

I somehow found space to build short wave radios and model aeroplanes in the small room and remember late nights lying in bed listening to amatuer radio folks talking from the other side of the world ... a novelty back in those days.
 
oldMohawk said:
One childhood memory I have is of my bedroom which was the smallest in the house. It's window looked out on our quiet road on the Beeches Estate but if I looked out of that window now I would see the M6 Motorway. The room was only 7' x 6' so a single bed took up most of the space.

Very early memories are of being woken up, rushed out of bed and taken to the garden shelter because the air-raid sirens had sounded. A small incendiary bomb did hit the house one night but landed in mom and dad's bedroom and my little bedroom was untouched.

Childhood illnesses in those days usually resulted in being confined to bed for a week or more but when I had Scarlett Fever I spent six weeks generally confined to the room reading 'Just William', 'Worzel Gummidge' books and 'Rupert' annuals. It led to a life long love of reading and I was best reader in the class when I went back to school.

With only coal fires downstairs it was a very cold room and I remember waking up to see the inside of the windows completely covered with white patterned ice. Later in my early teen years I used to plug a one bar electric fire into the light socket and sit with it under the sheets to warm the bed !

I somehow found space to build short wave radios and model aeroplanes in the small room and remember late nights lying in bed listening to amatuer radio folks talking from the other side of the world ... a novelty back in those days.
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oldMohawk, oh how I remember those old coal fires.....we had more than one, but only the one in the kitchen and at Christmas in the front room were they ever lit! I remember too the frost on the inside of my bedroom windows and the leaky hot water bottles.
I did not have any radios but I kept my bike with me all the time. It was my iron horse.
Thank you for rekindling those memories!
 
oldMohawk said:
One childhood memory I have is of my bedroom which was the smallest in the house.
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I had the little bedroom over the stairs too. Unfortunately various items from previous houses hadn't yet found a home and the room also was a store for all those items needed for decorating, like step ladders.

The result was that it became a terrifying place for me at night, all sorts of strange shadows formed scary creatures with a bit of imagination. Clearly I couldn't continue to sleep in there.

So my dad stripped out the room, built a cupboard that backed out over the stair, fitted a curtain rail over the angled bay window making it flush with the wall, painted and wall-papered it and finally cut down a bed to exactly fit the space.

Then they moved my sister in!
 
Talking about fires.My father had a cake tin the size of a house brick.He used to save newspapers rip it into bits wet it and add cement .He would let them dry then put them on the fire with the other bits of coal or coke.They helped keep us warm in the winter
 
In winter my mom would't light the main living room fire till dad, was nearly home, so we kids, when we got in from school would go in the kitchen with all the gas hobs and oven with door open it was toasty warm, I have always wondered weather anyone else remembers it like that. Paul
 
Well... My sister says I was a strange child, haha, she says what child likes doing the odd things you did!
I remember ... loving ... cleaning out and laying the coal fire in the back room with the screwed up paper, kindling and the bits of coal, cleaning out mums glass cabinet, placing all the glasses and special coronation cups in to be washed, wiping the shelves etc, I just loved it.
The stove top was another thing I liked cleaning haha, just to stand back and see it sparkling.
The garden was another job I enjoyed I would weed a section of garden at a time, all these things were things i liked doing , it satisfied me to see what I had accomplished.
I think I was a strange child haha:rolleyes:
Leaky hot water bottles and frosty windows definitely a memory of mine too... :D
Thanks for the memories.

Wendy
 
wendylee said:
Well... My sister says I was a strange child, haha, she says what child likes doing the odd things you did!
I remember ... loving ... cleaning out and laying the coal fire in the back room with the screwed up paper, kindling and the bits of coal, cleaning out mums glass cabinet, placing all the glasses and special coronation cups in to be washed, wiping the shelves etc, I just loved it.
The stove top was another thing I liked cleaning haha, just to stand back and see it sparkling.
The garden was another job I enjoyed I would weed a section of garden at a time, all these things were things i liked doing , it satisfied me to see what I had accomplished.
I think I was a strange child haha:rolleyes:
Leaky hot water bottles and frosty windows definitely a memory of mine too... :D
Thanks for the memories.

Wendy
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Leaky caravans too with water running down the inside of the window. At least we had a holiday!
My poor old gran in her bed next to the coal fire, with her coat on over her nightie, gloves with fingers out, thick checked headcarf, glasses on the end of her nose reading big print books
 
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