Bygone sounds

[cuthie]

Thanks Rena - enjoyed listening to it again and also enjoyed the Jerry Lewis version.

Cuthie

[justmej]

The clattering sound of girls typing and the 'ting' of the typewriter when you moved it to the beginning of the next line.

Carol

I worked in a soundproofed cell office, so the non-stop clattering of teleprinters, reading reels of punched tape, wouldn't disturb other office workers in the building... including the typing pool!  

[Jane Masri]

Thanks Rena for that link, I enjoyed watching it & the Jerry Lewis one 

jane

[mazi]

My mum saying "go and listen for the fish man", he had a handcart and rang a handbell.

Mazi's OH

[Siamese Girl]

The last time I travelled on a train it still had slam doors. Have British Rail aquired new rolling stock? 

No one ever tells me anything 

Carole

[aberdein]

We lived beside the river when I was a kid and I used to lie awake in bed at night and listen to the rattle of the machine hammers of the night shift rivetters in the shipyards. I loved all the sounds of the river, the ships sirens,
the 7.25 and then the 7.30 shipyard buzzers. On new years eve the whole river erupted with noise. All gone now, the yards are mostly housing estates,all the big cranes sold off. Very sad
aberdein

[Lydart]

The sound of the two pennies (that's the big old brown ones !) dropping into the phone box as you pressed button A !!


The clip, clip of the garden shears as my dad cut the hedge ...nowadays it would be a mechanical cutter.

And the whirring sound of a push mower as you cut the grass ... I gave mine away when I had acres and needed a ride on ... now I've got a patch about 5 yards by 3, I could use it !

[geniecolgan]

The sound of the market vendors, all competing with each other and how about the BBC steam radio's intro, "In Town Tonight" yelled out by a newpaper man.

[Ebch]

Yes the call of the Rag and Bone man - "Any old rags? Rags and bones"
I remember one day (I was about he was giving a goldfish for every armful of woollen rags.  My mother returned from shopping to find the bath full of goldfish and all our winter woollens gone.

And the sound of the miners hob nailed boots as they came home from a long arduous shift down the pit.