What where the worst things you had to endure as a child?

[John915]

Good evening,

I must be the odd one out.... again and apart from the nightmares. Iv'e never had tripe, not eaten so much down ere in deepest 'zuzzex boi the zee'. The only foods I don't eat are rabbit which made me feel sick. Mum said it was just the fact that we kept them as pets and some found their way into our kitchen. Plus jellied eels, Iv'e never tried them as I was always put off by the look of them lolling about in all that runny jelly.

Obviously, there are some foods that have never been part of my diet because they are not really common over here, croc, roo, zebra, snake, and any other delicate little morsels they eat in other parts of the world. But never say never, one day maybe.....uhmmmm , 4lb elephant rump steak?

John915

[Roobarb]

 -  relating to this, only once ever having my artwork on the wall in one particular class, as it was always "too messy".  The once was "draw a picture of your father".  the teacher knew my father and decided it was recognisable (but still too messy)

Had they never heard of Abstract, Impressionist, Cubist? 

[missmolly]

And what's wrong with tripe
I was brought up on tripe and onions, oxtail, and shin beef with a cowheel in it, also black pudding-hot from Bury Market.
Kooky

Not had tripe for years, (never had it cooked) as it came and covered in vinegar, nobody left in the family that would even try it. Also love lamb hot or cold (again only one that likes it) so guess what I have if we are out for a meal and it's on the menu. Converted OH into eating BURY Black Puddings and Haggis though

Mo

[AnneMc]

spending six months in hospital in Sheffield, when I was 5 years old and only seeing my dad on a Sunday afternoon, as mum had to stay home with my brother.  I was on a plaster cast of my back at night and one of front during the day and I was not allowed out of bed at all.

Plus did not like the hospital food at all.....

cheers
anne

[KGarrad]

On a fishing trip to Ireland a while back I was presented with what I was told was a "traditional delicacy", deep fried pigs trotters! I drank the Guinness and left the trotters!

I guess it came down from when the peasants - excuse the term, had the feet, nose and brain of the pigs whilst the landlords (probably English shamed to say) had the best bits but how that got turned around to being a "must have" pub grub had me baffled truth be told.

Cork was well known for it's offal!
The Transatlantic ships would buy all their meat at Queenstown, leaving the locals the cheap, nutritious, offal!


Worst thing for me was having to wear knee-length "short" trousers for the first 2 years at secondary school! Embarrassing, or what!

[Maggie.]

Going to the dentist wasn't much fun in the 1950s.  What did I for me was a foot operated drill that sounded like a road drill, and there didn't seem to be much in the way of anything to numb the pain either, apart from something the dentist squirted on the tooth.

The waiting room was Victorian in style, gloomy with an aspidistra in the window, a green velvet cloth on the table and a single bar electric heater in the fireplace.  It did not inspire me with any confidence at all. 

[Graham47]

Going to the dentist wasn't much fun in the 1950s.  What did I for me was a foot operated drill that sounded like a road drill, and there didn't seem to be much in the way of anything to numb the pain either, apart from something the dentist squirted on the tooth.

The waiting room was Victorian in style, gloomy with an aspidistra in the window, a green velvet cloth on the table and a single bar electric heater in the fireplace.  It did not inspire me with any confidence at all.

Maggie, blimey what a picture you paint, I can almost feel the gloom and pain!

[Maggie.]

Childhood memories of Nasty Stuff probably exxagerate the reality a bit Graham, but it really was a most dreadful place. Mind you Lancashire dentists in the early 1950s probably weren't the most enlightened. Another famous dentist, reputed by my friends to be even worse, went by the name of 'Butcher Law'.

[youngtug]

That reminds me Maggie, When I was at the village junior school we where all marched round to the village hall and had to queue up to be inspected and tortured by the drunken sot of a  so called dentist. The experience was further enhanced by having to queue and watch our predecessors being attacked by this person who, has you mentioned used a treadle powered drill. Myself, having a surname starting with W was subjected to this educational spectacle for quite a while before it was my turn.