dunroving

Hope your parents didn't send you out into the street to play!

Bevm

Okay, this is it, but you'll have to rotate right. I think our place was about five in from the end. My parents owned a boarding house in Morecambe on the sea front. Great place to grow up.
http://www.vpike.com/?place=356+mari...it=Street+View

We visited a couple of years ago and I was astonished to find the same furniture in the dining room. Apparently these places are sold with the fittings, so that makes sense. All new bedroom stuff, though, and I should think so. I remember many of the beds were flock mattresses on the wire mesh springs. It wasn't a posh place.


They let me have two pottery jugs that they had on display on a shelf, because I remember my father using them to pour out coffee, which we only had on very special occasions. Big pan of milk with ground coffee boiled in it. Started me on my coffee addiction young!

Bev

curleytops

It's great to see where everyone all got started and to hear about little things you all remember, anyone else?

cheers

I'm spending too much time, this morning, trying to find something on the prior posts. Someone mentioned another site instead of Rightmoves. What was it? I wanted to read it to find out about what is considered a reasonable offer to make on a house. (I would offer half the asking price if I had my way)

Mummy in the foothills

I started out over the top of a butchers shop. Opposite a bookies. The blue front door was us, Looks like the shop is under renovations with the windows covered.
http://www.vpike.com/?place=28+Abergele+Rd+Colwyn+Bay

dunroving

Zoopla, maybe?

http://www.zoopla.co.uk/

mikelincs

No, if you rotate it right, then the road there was our playground, there were 24 houses down there, and the rest of the area was open ground with trees, shrubs etc, the road wasn't paved, just packed dirt, and at the bottom we had our own cricket pitch, not smooth surface, but we managed to play there, in the grounds we climbed trees, built dens, had the bonfire night fires, and at one time played Drs and nurses..

The majority of the people living there moved as newly weds, and therefore there were a goodly number of kids of my age who grew up together. You can, if you follow the road down see the older houses on the left, short terraces, rear access by a service road.

dunroving

At the back of the terraced house we lived in from 3-11 yrs old there was a park/grassland, with woods at the back. We used to climb over the 5 ft metal "fence" (railings) at the bottom of all of the terraced houses' gardens with a big jump to the grass on the other side. We'd play cricket with the kids down the road, or explore the books and ponds in the woods.

The fence had a row of really nasty, pointed spikes on it with just enough space in between to squeeze your foot in between, before leaping for freedom. One slip and we'd have impaled our goolies. I don't remember anyone's parents telling them not to climb over the fence, though. Ah, the good old days when kids weren't wrapped in cotton wool!

cheers

Thanks. I think it was another site though.

curleytops

I wonder if that's because our parents were even more "adventurous" as kids than we were? From some of the things my Dad's told me its a wonder he lived to his teens! Last year when we were up in South Shields he pointed out this bridge a few blocks from where he'd grown up - apparently they used to walk over the concrete arches for kicks when they were kids & one brief gust of wind would have blown them down into a busy road - oh to be young and fearless. While I'd never encourage pulling a stunt like that I have to say I feel sorry for kids today, like you say they're wrapped in cotton wool!

curleytops

Was it this one?

http://www.primelocation.com/

dunroving

My uncle used to make bombs and blow up trees when he was young. He hit a bullet with a hammer and blew off half of his hand (I think he wasn't even in his teens at the time).

A family tale is that when he was lying in the hospital bed after his surgery, the doctor came to see how he was doing. The story goes he asked the doctor if he'd be able to play the piano after his hand had healed and he left the hospital. The doctor said "Yes, I should think so". "That's great", said my uncle, "because I couldn't play it before".

How true the story is, I don't know. I do know that having half a hand didn't stop him training to be a P.E. teacher and spending his spare time fixing cars for a side-job.

cheers

That's what I'm hoping.

cheers

Yes I think that's the one.

curleytops

They certainly don't make them like that any more!