Back in my day...

blackbox

Trigger bars.

You could share them if you banged the suddenly on the corner of a wall. If you were too slow they just bent.

appledrop

When you were a kid + getting off the bus you would always ask the bus driver if he any spare ticket rolls.

Every now + ago you would be given one + you would be the most popular kid on street for the week when we all played together + the conductor asked for 'Tickets please'

mikemac2

Shops and post offices outside the pale closed for lunch. Some still do.

Trip to Dublin on December 8th and a young lad outside Busaras would be looking for money for the bus home. You would give it as it seemed a reasonable request and you have minus 100 street wise skillz

Main thing about the trip to Dublin was being astounded of multi level Easons on O´Connell St. It was feckin amazing. Dubs passing by everyday didn't acknowledge what they had in that Easons.

branie2

Leave it To Mrs O'Brien - the worst Irish comedy series

branie2

The Beat on the Street

Redneck Reject71

Purple Mountain wrote: »

My massive television took a few minutes to 'warm up'.
You'd switch it on but might take about 3 minutes for a picture to form on the screen.

My uncle had one like that. And when you turned if off, would have this glowing dot in the middle of the screen,heh.

branie2

The static on TV before the test card came on, and broadcasting started for the day

BENDYBINN

What about duffle coats......everyone had one back in the day!

Redneck Reject71

Redneck Reject71 wrote: »

My uncle had one like that. And when you turned if off, would have this glowing dot in the middle of the screen,heh.

My first TV had the 405/625 line switch on it.

Coil Kilcrea

Teletext for the sports news and waiting an age for the page to refresh.

branie2

BENDYBINN wrote: »

What about duffle coats......everyone had one back in the day!

I had one for school

iamstop

branie2 wrote: »

I had one for school

Snorkeler jackets

greencoat

Back in my day we had no internet,so when a bad virus done the rounds we all got the flu,and knew none the wiser..:eek::eek::eek::eek::eek:

branie2

a lot of ads for bras on TV

justincasey

We had grass fights when corpo cut the greens great craic

the purple tin

Cars were falling apart, you expected to get a least 10-12 years out of a second hand car.
Very common to see cars at night with only one headlamp working. Wing mirror missing etc.

branie2

Sports Stadium took up a lot of Saturday afternoon on RTE 1

Redneck Reject71

If you wanted bacon or ham, you slaughtered your own hog. Fresh milk was brought to you by hand milking the cows.

branie2

Redneck Reject71 wrote: »

If you wanted bacon or ham, you slaughtered your own hog. Fresh milk was brought to you by hand milking the cows.

And eggs came from the hen

Purple Mountain

branie2 wrote: »

And eggs came from the hen

Who lays the eggs now??

branie2

Still hens

branie2

Before my time, but there was no telly on Good Friday, as it was a solemn day

the purple tin

the purple tin wrote: »

Cars were falling apart, you expected to get a least 10-12 years out of a second hand car.
Very common to see cars at night with only one headlamp working. Wing mirror missing etc.

Old baking tray to cover the hole in the floor, yep done that!

davedonie

How about standing outside local shop asking anyone that passed if they had any ha'pennys, then going in to spend it all on golf balls and chocolate mice?
Not sure why we thought an actual full penny or God forbid two pence was too much to ask for.

bottlebrush

Lucky bags

Fann Linn

davedonie wrote: »

How about standing outside local shop asking anyone that passed if they had any ha'pennys, then going in to spend it all on golf balls and chocolate mice?
Not sure why we thought an actual full penny or God forbid two pence was too much to ask for.

And loose cigarettes, preferably Craven A or Sweet Afton please.

afro man

Kalibar non alcoholic beer
Raliagh chopper bikes
Mullets

the purple tin

davedonie wrote: »

How about standing outside local shop asking anyone that passed if they had any ha'pennys, then going in to spend it all on golf balls and chocolate mice?
Not sure why we thought an actual full penny or God forbid two pence was too much to ask for.

You were on the gaig!?

Marhay70

the purple tin wrote: »

Very common to see cars at night with only one headlamp working. Wing mirror missing etc.

That was yesterday.

Graces7

bottlebrush wrote: »

Lucky bags

I raise you gobstoppers..

Oh and sherbet dips!

davedonie

the purple tin wrote: »

You were on the gaig!?

The gaig?

davedonie

Fann Linn wrote: »

And loose cigarettes, preferably Craven A or Sweet Afton please.

Was way too young to smoke. But old enough to have to help drag the washing machine out the front door when it was time to put a load on, and get a slap if my hand went anywhere near the rollers

Fann Linn

davedonie wrote: »

Was way too young to smoke. But old enough to have to help drag the washing machine out the front door when it was time to put a load on, and get a slap if my hand went anywhere near the rollers

you mean, the mangle.

Wasn’t a mangle a fodder beet?

davedonie

Fann Linn wrote: »

you mean, the mangle.

The thing you roll the clothes through after the wash. We actually still have the machine, and the little spin driver that was got a few years later.

IAMAMORON

Wham Bars.

Fann Linn

ReginaldSmythV wrote: »

Wasn’t a mangle a fodder beet?

My granny had one one and you'd push the sodden clothes through two large rollers by turning a handle.

davedonie

Fann Linn wrote: »

My granny had one one and you'd push the sodden clothes through two large rollers by turning a handle.

That's the one. Turns out the rollers are called a mangle. I think.

Graces7

davedonie wrote: »

The thing you roll the clothes through after the wash. We actually still have the machine, and the little spin driver that was got a few years later.

Last few posts are hilarious! You mean spin drier?

And mangel wurzel is the beet.

When you mention a mangle my fingers curl up with memories of then getting ….. mangled..OUCH!

Graces7

Fann Linn wrote: »

My granny had one one and you'd push the sodden clothes through two large rollers by turning a handle.

And if you folded them right, no need to iron, only you risked your fingers feeding them through

Just realised I am more than old enough to be someone' s granny! Never ever thought of that before! OH DEAR!

davedonie

Graces7 wrote: »

Last few posts are hilarious! You mean spin drier?

And mangel wurzel is the beet.

When you mention a mangle my fingers curl up with memories of then getting ….. mangled..OUCH!

Ye spin drier. It still works. Not sure the washing machine does, too much of an effort to yoke it up and check.

davedonie

Graces7 wrote: »

And if you folded them right, no need to iron, only you risked your fingers feeding them through

Just realised I am more than old enough to be someone' s granny! Never ever thought of that before! OH DEAR!

I couldn't roll it, now I know it was cos I was a toddler but at the time I thought my mother had the strength of superwoman.
Bit mad that in one generation there are people booking a holiday on a laptop who when young had the job of fetching the water from that parish pump and can remember their mothers mortified face the day the ESB installed the lights in the house.

bottlebrush

Grew up on a farm. Common scene in front of the Wellstood cooker in the kitchen would be newborn chicks or frail baby lambs in a cardboard box bedded with straw. The chicks would escape sometimes and there would be bedlam in the kitchen trying to catch them and not step on them and hope to god the dog wouldn't get in and finish them off. There seemed to be always at least one chick with a gammy leg!

Graces7

davedonie wrote: »

Ye spin drier. It still works. Not sure the washing machine does, too much of an effort to yoke it up and check.

I bought a new washing machine three years ago when I came here. Had a promise, no, TWO promises, that it would be installed ( never been a washing machine here before)

You guessed! Still sitting there. I am well used now to my old fashioned childhood ways of washing in the sink or a bucket and drying outside.

It was really not worth the hassle of chasing the promisers up. Took me months to get my gas cooker connected already you see. . And five months to get the ESB connected. Life really WAS simpler in the "old days" ..

Graces7

bottlebrush wrote: »

Grew up on a farm. Common scene in front of the Wellstood cooker in the kitchen would be newborn chicks or frail baby lambs in a cardboard box bedded with straw. The chicks would escape sometimes and there would be bedlam in the kitchen trying to catch them and not step on them and hope to god the dog wouldn't get in and finish them off. There seemed to be always at least one chick with a gammy leg!

Oh such memories! Thank you! I raised chicks like that , safe from the cats. lol... Only 25 years ago though. Oh and a gosling who was rejected by his family! Sweet boy who followed me everywhere!

And weak kittens time after time...

Such a LIFE I have had! Such a LIFE!

the purple tin

davedonie wrote: »

The gaig?

Gaig or gegg. Dunno about the spelling but it was an old word for children begging.
Small number of parents, alcos etc, would send their kids out on the gaig. Most parents if they found out their child was geggin would be mortified and probably they would take their weapon of choice to your backside.

davedonie

the purple tin wrote: »

Gaig or gegg. Dunno about the spelling but it was an old word for children begging.
Small number of parents, alcos etc, would send their kids out on the gaig. Most parents if they found out their child was geggin would be mortified and probably they would take their weapon of choice to your backside.

Ha, ye we never got found out.

Dakota Dan

ReginaldSmythV wrote: »

Wasn’t a mangle a fodder beet?

Spent plenty days thinning mangles.

Graces7

Back in my day the only heating in a house was the real fire downstairs. A back boiler heated the water.

In winter upstairs was .. cold! Washing was an act of courage and we burrowed under the bedclothes with a hot water bottle. Which would assault our feet with its clammy rubber touch in the wee small hours.

If you were ill and an electric heater was put in your room you knew you were really ill...

WoollyRedHat

the purple tin wrote: »

Ah here! the classic bottle if you don't mind

Looks like milk.