If I say that I remember our milk being delivered by horse and cart, will you still let me join in?...!!!
And having to remember Mum's Co-op 'divy' number if I was left to pay him, 182282 - I think it's engraved on my brain!
And the knife sharpener man, and the Rag and Bone man with his horse and cart - though we sometimes get a horse and cart for that even today!
I also remember the man who came round to light the LAMPOSTS every night - we always had electricity indoors, but not in the street! And talking of lamps, the SMELL and the hiss of the gas lamps on caravan holidays!
Then there was the snow that fell every winter, lots and lots of it. Waking up in the morning with thick frost on the INSIDE of the windows!
The FREEDOM that we had to play out anywhere, so long as we came straight back for meals when called - by means of a cow horn Mum had aquired from somewhere, which carried for 'miles' in the surrounding hills.
Then there were the big vans at Christmas time, with "Christmas Delivery" on the windscreen, and the excitement of seeing who's houses it would stop at...
There were 42 of us in my Primary Class, and I don't remember anyone who had a CAR - and the girl who went to SPAIN for a holiday, it was like someone going to the moon!
The village shops like the Butchers and the Dairy with their tiled fronts (outside), the General Store, which smelt wonderful, a mixture of parafin and shoe polish I expect, where they tested EACH lightbulb before you bought it, and you could run your hands through the dustbins of chicken food, grass seed etc - bliss!
NOTHING but NOTHING was prepacked. You queued at each counter to have your cheese, bacon, butter and even biscuits weighed out - such excitement when we got the broken ones, and the tins were painted bright colours, and used at Guide Camp as seats...
The cake shop where we were allowed to choose a home made cake once a week, which cost a shilling and a halfpenny for five, and the Tuck Shop with its Blackjacks, Aniseed Balls, Shrimps, Chews, Liquorice etc, all loose, and 8 for 1d or something ridiculous. Long before any of us had our own 'fridge (or Hoover or washing machine or central heating for that matter!) the enterprising Tuck Shop owner made 1d ice lollies, and the disappointment when he sold out...
Oh, and the Co-op with its 'modern' cash system, where the assistant put your money in a little pouch thing, and 'pinged' it along an overhead wire to the cash desk high up in one corner, and you had to wait for it to be 'pinged' back with the change - how she knew which one went where I could never understand, there was a spider's web of
'ping' wires all over the ceiling, absolutely fascinating!
OMG, I've only just realised how LONG this is - sorry Judi, I don't think you asked for a book...!!!