MEMORIES OF WHEN THE STREETS OF BRITAIN WERE ALIVE WITH STREET DELIVERIES, STREET TRADERS AND STREET ENTERTAINERS. THE PICTURES ARE FROM MY COLLECTION. MANY OF THEM TAKEN IN THE BRISTOL AREA. THE PHOTOS SHOW A LOST WORLD. I WILL LEAVE IT TO YOU TO DECIDE IF THOSE TIMES WERE BETTER OR WORSE.
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Iām also of an age where I remember many of these things, and I thought that I was looking at a prediction video. Here comes the future!
Used to take an empty lemonade bottle to the corner shop and have it filled with vinegar from a wooden barrel.
I am a 60's child and can remember many of these things posted on here. Being poor & ignorant was the main one. You could ask my mum about the " Good old days " & she would give you a honest reply, she had 5days in Scarborough for a honeymoon and never had a foreign holiday until she was 50yrs old. The years before she passed she had visited Canada/South Africa and Spain became a second home for her by then. We can talk about the Old Days with nostalgia, but that is a two sided coin.
Wonderful Britain before mass immigration totally destroyed us.
Born in 46! I remember the rag and bone man! Have him my new coat for a balloon! Mother had to run after him and get it back!
Born in 61 better days remember this lot rag bone etc ive got a rat catcher hes called jack Russell šššššš¦
The thing the sticks with me from the sixties is clean streets and very few cars, the bobbys on the beat and playing till it went dark without fear.Never get that back, nor will the sense of community because of the succesive governments betrayal of the british society.
When I was a kid in 1950's South London we had an old boy who came round weekly with groceries on a handcart. I also vividly remember the United Dairies horse-drawn milk float and the rag and bone men.
good afternoon all the thick racists on here and they let you vote
Better by far !
remember pulling for the Corona tug of war team at Alderholt steam fair rally, the Corona factory was in Salisbury, we had hot summers and very cold winters as kids in the 1950's and 60's. the gypsy's were moved out of the forest and so were we , we lived in a ww2 nisson hut with a family of gypsy's until they put in cattle grids and we were moved into council houses . Well built houses with cavity brick walls, we still live in one now only the councils are so corrupt they made it so we had to buy it , they were getting old and they didn't want to pay for the up keep of the houses so we had to buy or be forced to live in a slum , whilst the corrupt councilors spent our council tax on themselves as well as takeing so many back handers.Greed has destroyed our once proud islands , as it has and is destroying our planet , wwwwaaaakkkeeeee wwwaaaekkkeee people. much love.
Donāt forget the blade sharpener man, with a grinding stone being turned by the pedals on his bike, while it was hitched up on a stand at the back. Mother always took her scissors and kitchen knives out to him, to be done. Also the Brooke Bond Dividend Tea delivery van. Milk was straight from the churn into a pint jug. If mother flashed her eye lashes at Jack Bond the milkman, he gave her an extra splash into the jug! A time of simple pleasures, but being born in 1950, I encountered deprivation and aspects of life I wouldnāt want to see or encounter again.
Yep! I sure remember Mum and Dad being with me as a young child. The dustman made a noise as he walked down the lane and Mum told me what was happening. Iām three years off 80 right now, memories can last a bloody LONG time. Goodnight. Nifty J.
Born in 1953, so much of this resonates. It made me smile. Thank you.
Remember them emptying outside lav with ladle and buckets and tipping in the truck
Just subscribed as this vlog brought back so many memories, I was born in 1953 and my dad drove one of those mobile grocery lorries, it was huge and as big as a shop inside, and he knew everyone on every estate where we lived, it had chimes that he played when arriving at different places, and the housewives would queue up to get on and shop, in the school holidays we as kids used to help him and price stamped all the tins, in those days the tins were stamped on the top with the price, I remember playing out in the street with lots of other kids, we would have a really long skipping rope and lines of kids would line up to jump in, and sang rhymes to the beat of the rope turning, "cowboy Joe from Mexico, hands up stick em up, drop your guns and pick em up, o u t spells out," at which point you would exit the rope, the sun always shone, they were happy days and I don't envy today's kids with their computers and games, I think we had a much better time then than they do now, we had loads of friends, I feel sorry for kids today I think they are missing out, we also had the best music growing up too, thanks for this vlog I enjoyed it
I'm looking for a picture of a Courtaulds truck or van. Any luck? Thanks. Peter
Lovely collection but its a pity you missed out the match sellers that had their eyes blown out or were blinded in both world wars that used to satnd on street corners. Pity now is that even the rag and bone man gets mugged
I was born in 1947 and enjoyed a childhood which would today eb described as "free range". I would ak my parents if I could go out to play and generally the answer was "yes – but be home by 5.00 pm " – I didn't have a watch!!
Our rag and bone man looked like Alice Cooper with a big hat. Scary looking bloke as a child in the 70s
I was born in the 30s, good old days we will never get them back poor but happy
What lovely nostalgic photos of a sadly, bygone era. I was born in 1948 and remember all of this and also we had a lovely gypsy lady who came round the doors selling little bunches of violets – those were the days. Now the streets are empty and doors kept closed.
Yes happy days, it seems like a different country.
I used to love the rag and bone man when i was a child because if mum gave him some old clothes he would give me a colouring book and crayons or a goldfish in a bag! š
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Wow, wonderful for sharing. ā¤ā¤
I am a child of the 50s. My father was a rag and bone man also with a horse and cart. He had to hire the horse and cart every day. I remember him riding off one morning and me crying after him. I was 3 . What memories….
Anyone old enough to remember picking melted tar from the cobbled road as a small child and actually eating it? š®
Days long ago when men were real men…š
Today they cry if they break a finger nail.
How times have changed.it will never return to the days of old.š
Now, no milk, no coal but 'any old iron' still comes around here. I will add, no Corona, no ice cream, no bread, no groceries, no brush salesmen and no paperboy oh and no policeman.