Rag and bone man

[jacquelineve]

 

 I 've just remembered something my dad told me about
when he was youngster in the early 1930's.

His mom's reply to his request for some rag's for the r & b
man was

 " You jump on the cart, then he will have rags and bones"

              Poor thing!

                Jacqueline.

[old rowley]

An excellent thread that has had me saying out loud "I used to have that" (dripping, black pudding etc and I thought that I was the only one to have jelly and Carnation milk). I remember going in to the hospital to see my dad after he was recovering from a heart attack and sitting up in bed opposite him was another patient chomping away on a bread and dripping sandwich that their daughter had brought in. Every time a nurse went past the bread and dripping was tucked out of sight!!

This thread has also brought back memories of child hood when we had the R&B man come round. Our local R&B man lived at the top of our road and the slow but heavy sound of his horse coming down our road always had the kids gathering around to see if it was either a goldfish of plastic windmill thingy that you held that he had to offer. If it was the Goldfish then we would rush back in doors to see what we could get.

Other things that come back to me as I type are, the Paraffin man (Esso Blue and all that), the onion sellers on the push bikes in the summer, the Stop me and Buy One ice cream seller with his three wheeled bike, and the tally man with his thunderous knock at the door!!

Listening to Jimmy Clitheroe on a sunday afternoon with two way family favourite's following (or did that come before the wee fella?) and for sunday tea cockles and winkles and the like, whilst watching Dr Finlay's case book on the beeb.

[MaryA]

Oh yes Old Rowley, more lovely memories, I suddenly remembered that as we sat down to Sunday dinner the Billy Cotton Band Show was just starting with his Wakey Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaakeeeeeeeeeeey.

[Zelley]

A update for this entertaining thread would be welcome

[meles]

I can just about remember this. 

meles

[nessy]

Just caught up with this thread, it brings back so many memories.
Mary, I read the book "cuppa tea and an aspirin" really enjoyed it, and I can remember my Granny giving me sugar butties.  also Sunday lunchtime with Billy Cotton Show. 
Dipping bread and butter into jelly and carnation milk ooooh soooo good.
We had a chimney sweep and his young apprentice always wore a tailcoat with a top hat.    I remember in winter the top of the milk in the bottle being frozen and the blue tits used to peck through the silver paper and have a feast. 
My Mum sending me out with the bucket when the Milkman's horse did his business, she used to put it on the rhubarb.    (Mind you I much prefer custard on mine  )
Nessy

[Zelley]

I can just about remember this. 

meles

Good picture!

[Musicman]

I remember the Old Lamplighter who used come round to the gaslights in the little street where I lived (early 1940s), pink blancmange as a Sunday treat (whatever happened to blancmange?), and evaporated milk to pour over tinned fruit – bought a small tin recently but won’t buy anymore!

Dripping and also sugar or sugar and Ovaltine sandwiches; mother making soused herrings (which stank the place out!) and were an “eugh!” for me! – as were home cooked ox tongue (the whole thing being placed on a plate!), and brawn. 

Remember collecting newspapers to take to a salvage place – and getting sixpence; the place had lots of rabbit skins hanging from the ceiling – and the place smelled horrible.

I visited Holland when I was 15 and the milkman came round with a little cart – which had yoghurt and also custard in bottles, the milk was in a huge churn and was ladled into a jug for you.  Also had a favourite there – lovely smoked sausages which we had regularly, and then on the last day I discovered they were horse-meat ones.

John

[pennine]

I love this thread. The Rag and Bone man I remember didn't have a little cart like those in the pictures. He had what he called a trap. He did a different area of Sheffield every day. Later on in the day, as I went into town with my Grandmother on the bus, the Rag and Bone man could be seen on the Wicker with the pony going at a fast trot . The man used to sit on the back of the trap with his legs swinging and a very long rein on the pony. Mostly the pony responded to his shouts and calls to turn left and right. I recall the pony being ' a Piebald'. His reins were covered in bells and a loud gingling sound accompanied the clip clop. Buses and trams gave way to the Rag and Bone man and he ignored cross roads just carrying on oblivious. I often wondered where he was going in such a hurry. He always had about an 1/8th of an inch of cigarette stuck permanently in his mouth and he had three days growth of grey bristles on his chin. He mostly gave out balloons or small whistles but he once gave me a packet of Spangles and a shiny sixpence for Grandpa's huge, wollen, great coat which he promptly put on. His skill of negotiating around the three wheeled trucks with a flat trailer, delivering to Victoria Station was to be admired.
Pennine