Remember when again...

[Maggie.]

How interesting Jan - thanks for posting that.  My birth year us not listed but the nearest year (1946) looks a bit dire for Christmas viewing.

[Meezer]

I remember the savings stamps - someone used to come to the door selling them every week, we never knew her name she was always "the stamp lady" poor woman! I seem to remember that there were 6d stamps with a picture of a young Princess Anne on and Price Charles was worth 1/- !

[missmolly]

For those in the UK this might bring back some memories of Christmas past http://ukchristmastv.weebly.com/

Great site, just looked at 1959 and saw that Quatermass and the Pit was showing, it used to frighten me to death and I was in my 20's then

Mo

[Wiggy]

How about Milly Molly Mandy?  Can't remember who wrote it though.

radstockjeff

Can't remember who wrote it- but on my very first night in England I stayed in a Milly Molly Mandy house in the gable room with a view down over the water meadow!   

The Coronation - Dad and I stayed up very late at night to listen to it on the radio - and every time the queen went round another corner they played the national anthem again!   That's all I can remember!!   

[stevew101]

For those in the UK this might bring back some memories of Christmas past http://ukchristmastv.weebly.com/

Great site, just looked at 1959 and saw that Quatermass and the Pit was showing, it used to frighten me to death and I was in my 20's then

Mo

Watched Quatermass and the Pit from behind the settee.   

[Ringrose]

My grandmother used to make gollys and her sewing room was full of them in various stages of being made.She used up all sorts of material and probably only bought the black material.They were so colourful and she sold a lot.
Memories .....
Ringrose

[Greensleeves]

When I was small, my mother made me a huge dark brown teddy-bear from an old coat of hers.  He was bigger than me and had orange trousers.  I used to cuddle up to him and I called him Timothy Rupert Sedgwick Bear.  By the time I was eight, he was falling apart and when we moved from Yorkshire to Huntingdonshire, he was thrown out, much to my dismay, along with my old rag doll, Rosemary.  Not sure I ever forgave my parents for throwing my friends out so callously - particularly as I was leaving all my human friends behind to go and live in yet another strange place.

[ann255]

Ann - was the Enid Blyton magazine this one:
http://www.enidblytonsociety.co.uk/enid-blytons-magazine.php
I used to read it too.

Yes it was, thank you Maggie

[LizzieW]

I remember Strewel Peter.  When I was a young girl I used to get a book out of the library quite frequently with him and other stories in it.  In fact I have a book that my young grandchildren love and it has all those type of stories.  I've also got the book Little Black Sambo, where his mother makes him lovely clothes and when he goes out he meets various tigers who all want a piece of his clothing or they will eat him up.  Near the end they get cross with each other and run round and round a tree holding each others tails until they turn to ghee (butter).  The little boy gets his clothes back, his daddy finds the ghee and takes it home to his mother who makes hundreds of pancakes.  Much to my surprise I found the book on sale in a shop about 10 years ago and bought it.  When I read it to my grandchildren, I always say "the little boy" and "his mummy" and "his daddy" rather than the phrases in the book.  I'd hate my grandchildren to use them and be thought of as racist.