ah up me duck.i never knew you lived in derby. i too lived in derby.When I lived in South Derbyshire, they would mash the pot and lunch was called snap.
I have just been in the kitchen fettling the remains of yesterday’s stew into a mug of soup for a drink this morning. Won’t need a piece to accompany it as it’s got some lumps in, just the liquidiser to smooth it out a bit.
A saying of my mother in law’s came into my head, if anyone pushed away an unfinished plate of food she would say -
‘tis better to belly bost than good food should be lost’,
that’s north Staffs, not Birmingham I’m afraid, but I have not heard it from anyone else.
Sorry John, I had to look that upMy m-i-l was born in Newcastle in 1920, and grew up in the Westlands. They would think Rosemary Hill Road was a bit down market!
My maternal grandparents were from near Stourbridge.That’s really weird!
The cherry rhyme was a favourite of both my maternal grandfather, born Werrington 1889, and my father-in-law, born Stafford, 1918.
Ot that will put hairs on your chest (crusts)The version we had was “What can go up a chimney down, but can’t go down a chimney up?”
Which perhaps makes it a bit clearer.
Anything that could make my hair curl would be better than good! It would need to find it first.
No AMW but if you came in, instead of saying have a seat Nan would sayHas anyone heard of 'that's a weight off my spine'?
The word Difficult was a word that I shall never forget because of the way that the teacher humiliated me in class over the spelling of that word. In modern terminology I would have been in Year 5. I don't remember why but I was standing at the front of the class and the teacher was at the back. I was asked to spell 'difficult'. I should say that I still struggle with spelling but am better now than I was as a child. I was very shy as a boy and standing there in the front of the class I was very nervous. I kept stumbling over the spelling and the teacher, Mrs Pearce, was making fun of me and all the class were laughing at me. Being a very logical person I was further confused by her telling me 'it wasn't difficult' yet that was the very word that I was being asked to spell.Our teacher Mrs Davies asked us to come up and write a longer word as we could in front of the class once. And I astounded her when I was seven, as I slowly spelled out on the blackboard, muttering under my breath... 'difficulty.'
Because Nan had taught me another rhyme,
Mrs D, Mrs I, Mrs F F I,
Mrs C, Mrs U Mrs L T Y ,
Mrs Difficulty!.
Nan also did counting songs when she worked, so I got up to ten!Making someone feel or look like an idiot is never a good practice, and completely ignores the fact that people's rates of learning differ, and some things come naturally and others don't. I still struggle with calculus today, not that I have a need to comprehend it, yet I used to enjoy algebra and arithmetic, but found the bulk of geometry seemed to be remembering the proof of theorems and that bored the pants off me! Each to his own.
Maurice
The man a'rm uncle toreply to a nosy childs question who,s that mam icky the fire bobby
no liverpool i,m irish born but lived in the pool till i were 18I thought Icky the fire bobby had a Manchester origin
lolI thought Icky the fire bobby had a Manchester origin
What a great thread. My Nan always said “make haste” when I was leaving to go back home. I only lived eleven doors away. We always called bread and butter a piece. I still use the word chobbling and my husband loves a piece of jam. . More happy memories.That was always called a "Piece" when we were kids.
Maybe she meant jed. Dead.I think it means drunk too.There was a saying as children when we got frozen clothes in off the washing line.... as stiff as yer father. I never really knew what it meant. Hope it wasn't rude as I think it might be now!!!