I have just had a long well earned soak, not with these new smellies like Dove etc, but an old fashioned soap, Wrights Coal Tar. What a lovely smell, fills the whole bathroom with a lovely aroma.
It got me thinking about about other things that I miss from days gone by.
We no longer get the milkman calling at 4am with the electric float, I think that many areas still have the milkman call, and who remembers the penny puffs you used to get ( potatoes puffed like little pillows)
Those were the days when you hardly heard an aeroplane, and I remember lying in bed listening to the distant drone, now its like living in a flight path.
Steam trains, my first trip, from Old Harlow to London when we were going to immigrate to Canada.
Dad used to take us to some old huts behind the Station on a Sunday morning and he would sift through hundreds of old tobacco tins full of nails and tacks etc, I will never forget the dull lighting and musty atmosphere.
I remember going down the old quarry collecting pieces of chalk then selling them to the local kids for a halfpenny.
There was so much fun in those days :-) :-)
What do you remember and miss

I had a very strange one also.

When driving to Stranear to get the ferry, I had to go past the seaside at Girvan, It took me straight back to my childhood and I felt strangely emotional.  It was particularly strong there and I couldn't help but stop and breathe it in :-)

Corona lemonade being delivered on a Monday afternoon. My brothers always picked Cherryade, I preferred the Limeade so we always ended up arguing !.
Being ill and home from school. If I didn't have a appetite my Mum would peel and slice an apple, put a little bit of sugar in a bowl and let me dunk the slices in the sugar - luverly if you feel poorly. Also, Lukazade(sp?) with the yellow/orange cellophane that you looked through !.

Val

ps - no wonder I hardly ever have fizzy drinks now - looks like I was obsessed with it as a child !.
pps - my teeth are fine thank you !!.

It is so weird. I think it is the knowing they days will never be again :-(

I loved my seaside holidays with my parents and grandparents. 

In the tin bath with my sisters in front of the fire on a Sunday listening to "Sing Something Simple".
Going down to the local farm on a Saturday morning with a jug to collect milk until the day they changed to bottling it in squat wide necked bottles that they used to let us grubby handed children help put foil lids on with a gadget :)  Roaming freely about the fields and farmyards without adults worrying about either imaginary paedophiles or the very real dangers of rusting farmyard instruments and open mine shafts :)

Not old enough to think know any "good old days" though wouldn't I just love to be a kid again...

the smell of hops ripening in a field..... not smelt it for 20 years :(
cabana bars and nuttys... always used to visit the chocolate factory at xmas to get some from the factory shop
and going to the chippy over the round from where my nan lived on boxing day nite for a bag of chips mmmm
now im hungry again ;)

Navy blue knickers that came up to my belly button, no carpets or central heating just a coal fire with wet washing around it.  Scraping the frost off the inside of the windows inthe morning. Cod Liver Oil followed by weak orange squash to wash it down......but ...... miss English seaside holidays, making camps in the woods and lying in long grass in fallow cornfields watching skylarks above (something my kids were never allowed to do).  Miss eating what I liked and still staying skinny

Ah bless - it's like being behind the old bids in the dinner queue at Beamish.

>>it's like being behind the old bids in the dinner queue at Beamish.

oh charming! i'm not even 40 yet never mind over 60 LOL :D

Just 40 ,but i miss seaside hols with my parents, brothers and sister-sliding down the dunes ,staying on remote farms in old caravans.
Nicking my brothers Easter eggs and wrapping them back up,so he wouldnt know..
Mum re-telling stories of when she was young over and over while we were all in bed with her..
Going to play Bingo with my grandparents 'down the club' and being allowed to stay up late to watch 'Hammer Horrors..'
Could go on forever-oh to be a kid again!

I live in Old Harlow :)

Daisy