Christmas

Christmas is coming

the geese are getting fat

please put a penny in the old man's hat.

If you haven't got a penny a ha'penny will do.

If you haven't got a ha'penny, then God bless you.

Well, you know, I have come to the conclusion that you have to sit and think for quite a while before your mind can take you back to Christmas in the 1950s. I suppose this is because Christmas is one of the great constants for most of us, so it is hard to disentangle what Christmas was like at different times. But the emails I have had in have certainly helped, and one thing, for many of us, is that we were not as well off then as we are now.

The curious thing about looking back is that I don't remember the time as unmitigated pleasure. No wonder they say that Christmas is one of the major times of tension in the year - but that said, I had fun, and I am going to start with the run up to Christmas. And I will hand you over to Mary who lives in Oxford for her memory of the weather at that time of year in Lanarkshire.

"Of course we had no central heating, and in fact no heating at all in the bedroom unless we were ill in bed, when a coal fire might be lit or a stinky paraffin heater brought in. But it was fun scraping the ice crystals off the inside of the window with your fingernail and scarring out patterns - much less pretty than the ones that nature produced. You usually had a pig in your bed, a porcelain boat shaped bottle, which had to be removed before you got into bed in case you kicked it out on to the floor and broke it. And we all wore semmits and hand-knitted vests and pawkies - which my spell-checker wants to make pokies. We were told in the Girl Guides that if your clothing was really inadequate to keep you warm you could help by wearing sheets of brown paper inside as extra insulation. We thought that was so weird we never did. Don't stick your feet too close to the fire to warm them up, or against the hot water bottle in bed, or you will get chilblains; and we sometimes did. Must take a spoonful of cod liver oil every morning (uggh!!) to ward off colds; it didn't.Winter smogs in Glasgow, when you could not see across the road and struggled along from lamppost to lamppost; then suddenly a bus or car would loom up out of the gloom right beside you, with its headlights full on and the driver hardly able to see the road ahead. You would be tasting the gritty smog and grinding it in your teeth while your nose choked up with soot and the smuts settled all over your face."

Well, Mary, we were not all huddling in to the fire and eating our porridge (I can remember that on very cold days mum would put a hard chair, with our plates of porridge steaming away on top of it, up in front of the fire and Irene and I would kneel on either side of it to have our breakfast). Life was a bit different for Margaret in Dunedin. She writes

 "December has one very special memory for me when with a couple of friends we would sit at our front door and sing Christmas carols to all passers by - remember this would be in lovely summer sunshine! It was normally reasonably lucrative!!"

The School Play: 

Were you an angel?  a shepherd? a wise man? a villager? What, you were Mary? or Joseph? or the Angel Gabriel? I am sad to report that I was none of these. I was in the back row of the choir - and part of the reason I was in the back row was that my school shoes were brown and the members of the choir were meant to have black shoes! Never mind, the carols were good. I particularly liked the Rocking Carol - although any poor baby would have been violently seasick with the way we rocked our arms.

The School Party: 

Compared with the works parties that you might be lucky to go to, the school party was a bit of a restrained affair. The one I remember best was further up the primary school. My cousin had got married that summer and I had  a stunner of a dress for the wedding - white with dark blue velvet spots. This was the dress (there was no other) that I would be wearing to the school party. It was carefully put in a cardboard flower box and we set off to the bus stop to get to school. The rain was pouring down - veritably stoatin' doon. And if you remember, the trench coats we had were not quite waterproof, to put it mildly. We sat in the classroom through the morning in our wet, but steaming clothes, and then it was time to get changed for the party - and my best friend Mary, believe it or not, took out from her bag almost the same dress! 

Various girls played the piano or sang - we did neither, but I am sure we were the best at the polka dance:

Wind it this way

Wind it that way

Pull Pull Clap, clap, clap.

Wind it this way

Wind it that way

Pull Pull Clap, clap, clap.

Now that all our work is done we shall go and have some fun.

Now that all our work is done we shall go and have some fun.

My uncle Harry worked in a dye works in Paisley. Those were the days when the mills were big employers and there were around seven dyeworks in Paisley. Now his works Christmas party for children was a nothing spared attempt at giving children a good time. The food (the jelly), the games (pass the parcel, musical chairs, old Macdonald, and

In and out the dusty bluebells

In and out the dusty bluebells

In and out the dusty bluebells

I am your master

Tipper ipper apper on your shoulders

Tipper ipper apper on your shoulders

Tipper ipper apper on your shoulders

I am your master.

was one of my favourites.

The party always ended with a Laurel and Hardy film or Keystone Cops, or Charlie Chaplin, and then there was Santa and a present.

Visiting Santa

That of course was not the only time you were likely to see Santa. In Argyle Street in Glasgow there was a huge department store called Lewis's (not John Lewis). And Santa had his grotto at the top of the building. We lined up all the way up the staircase for the big treat.

And so we rolled on to the big day, getting the house decorated. Do you remember the paper chains - great fun but often the gum wouldn't stick or you would end up with umpteen strips of the same colour, even though you had tried your best to mix them properly. We had other paper decorations made of brightly coloured tissue paper that accordioned out and were stretched over the room from the central light to each of the corners. Things seem to have pretty much the same around the globe as Margaret says that in Dunedin:

"Of course always fun to make our decorations (Chinese lanterns and crepe paper streamers etc) and hang them around the house as well as the shrubs in the gardens."

Margaret from Edinburgh wrote:

"Things I remember about Christmas in the fifties:being delighted with little things in the Christmas stocking, things like the Satsuma ( although we probably didn't call it that)decorating a house plant one Christmas instead of a tree (presumably because we couldn't afford one)"

I don't remember any christmas cake or black bun or home made shortbread, or indeed mince pies, despite our mum being a good baker. But we did have sultana cake.

Funnily enough, I can't have been alone in having no experience of mince pies, for Janet says 

"In the late forties a new family moved into our street. A week before Christmas the lady of the house told us she would be baking mince pies and asked us round on Christmas Eve for a mince pie. I looked forward all week to a lovely mince pie. Imagine my horror when I bit into it and found it contained fruit not meat ! After my protests we hurriedly left !"

My friend Mary from Oxford though was into the mince pies even then as she remembers 

"Carol singing around the neighbours, collecting for charity and being given mince pies and biscuits." 

My dad worked in the shipyards, and they did not have a day off on Christmas day until well into the 1950s.

Before I started school, my mum opened a fruit and veg shop. Christmas was one of the busiest times of the year, only beaten by Hogmonay. So it was pretty late on Christmas eve before the shop was closed.

Then, on the morning itself, there were the two pillowcases, one for Irene and one for me. Santa had been. 

And here are some memories of Christmas morning. First from Margaret in Dunedin:

"Our Christmas stockings (one of Mother's old lisle ones) would hang at the end of our beds, and on Christmas morning would have lots of treasures - an orange ,an apple, banana, new toothbrush, candy bar, knickers, singlets, socks, balloons, a small bag of sweets and usually a board/card game of some description (Snakes & Ladders, Ludo, Old Maid, Donkey). Of course there was always a gift from "mum & Dad" received later in the morning, cos we normally woke about 5am for our stockings, then often went back to sleep." 

Irene believes that one of the best presents that she got was a John Bull printing set. She spent hours with the fiddly little letters (made of black rubbery moulds) writing stories and letters to imaginary people. I loved those games, I don't know if you remember, where there was a Toucan with a magnet under it and two large circles, one with questions the other with the answers. You pointed the Toucan to a question on the sheet, guessed the answer, and the Toucan would tell you if you were right or wrong. And, of course, I loved the chocolate selection boxes and the satsuma.

And finally, that dinner. I suspect they maybe did better than we did in New Zealand, for Margaret recalls:

"Although high summer here in NZ, we still have a traditional Christmas dinner with Turkey and all the trimmings, and this year will be no different! I always remember Mother putting the turkey in the oven, then the family would all go to church, and on our return, the smell was wonderful as we opened the door .Of course we have "new"  potatoes (cooked with mint) and "fresh" peas (always the "male" job to pod the peas!)"

The funniest Christmas must have been that of Margaret from Edinburgh. She still remembers:

"being scared out of my wits when the chicken which mum got for the Christmas dinner decided to stand up in the middle of the room. Fresh chicken! Luckily it didn't have enough life in it to run so it did end up cooked and enjoyed." 

Being entirely caught up with memories of being asked to eat brussel sprouts (asked was putting it mildly), I have little memory of the main meal. Irene tells me it was usually chicken but since everything was fresh in those days and there might not be a decent one left by the time mum got there she might instead have a steak pie. Oh, says I, I only remember that at New Year. "Well Aunt Alice did not have a monopoly on dishing up steak pie" says Irene, - and on that note I will leave you for just now.

Later in the fifties we went to Aunt Dora's for the meal on Christmas night. She had an odd selection of family and friends, and I always remember the meal finishing with jelly, tinned fruit and evaporated milk. The most controversial bit of the day was always raised over the Queen's Christmas message. Some tolerated it, others were republicans and were appalled at having to support the royal family. Tout ca change, tout c'est la meme chose. And do you remember Humphrey Bogart and Katherine Hepburn Christmas after Christmas on African Queen?

There is still plenty time to send in some of your memories. so hope you will tear yourself away from Christmas cleaning, shopping, cooking and wrapping presents and give some time to the 50s.

Hallowe'en

Well, as inevitably happens, ordinary life catches up and makes it difficult to keep a blog going to any schedule. This week began with a trip over to Arran (chips on Caledonian MacBrayne), a delightful stay over with Pat and Norman, and then back to pick up three grandchildren so that we could have the pleasure of their company for a couple of days before they headed to Legoland leaving us with Haggis their dog.

But back to business. I am far from over with collecting street games and will return to it, but as next week is Hallowe'en, I would like to ask among you how you celebrated (or not) Hallowe'en in the fifties.

I was not allowed to go out guising - and part of the reason must have been that as my Mum ran a fruit and veg. shop (always called a fruiterer's), Hallowe'en was always a very busy day in the shop and she stayed open quite late. She bought in, from the fruit market in Glasgow and from wholesale fruit merchants, crates of fairly cheap apples, many of them coxes. It was also the season for pomegranates (packed in sawdust in wooden cases) - and these sold well even though the shop was in a fairly poor area. Tangerines, mandarins, and oranges were also great sellers, as well as peanuts and hazelnuts. The more exotic brazil nuts, walnuts, and almonds, were harder to shift.

Other big sellers were toffee or candy apples. She bought in the wooden sticks, thin and about 4 in long: pierced the apples with the stick, and then covered the apple with the warm toffee/candy. They sold like hot cakes. As a special treat, my sister and myself would get a Mackintosh red candy apple. The Mac reds were brought into Britain from the Eastern seaboard in the States.

But we can't forget the vegetables. Hallowe'en was when turnip truly came into its own. Those were the days when turnips were massive. Do you remember? The pumpkin, a foreign invention, was naewhair. The top of the turnip was cut off : two little round holes made on either side of what was to become a lantern lid: and string was attached through the holes. Then with a sharp knife and a spoon the inside of the turnip was scooped out and used for soup. The sharp knife was used on the empty shell to carve out eyes, a nose, and a mouth, the more ghoulish the better. The string from the lid was then  fastened through the sides of the turnip shell. Finally, a candle end was put inside and lit, and the lid put on straight  - great on a dark night.

The big event was, of course, dookin for apples. In our house, this meant getting pretty wet! No forks or hands were allowed: it was just a simple matter of tipping apples into a big bowl of cold water - usually the washing up bowl- and one after the other putting their heads into the water and trying to get out an apple. There were newspapers over the floor to try and catch the drips but the floor could end up a right mess.

Now why do we do it? What is well documented is that dookin for apples has been going on at least for several hundred years.
I had a look at the urban legends website and I quote from them
"British author W. H. Davenport Adams, who attributed belief in the prognosticative power of apples to "old Celtic fairy lore," described the game as follows in his 1902 book, Curiosities of Superstition:

[The apples] are thrown into a tub of water, and you endeavour to catch one in your mouth as they bob round and round in provoking fashion. When you have caught one, you peel it carefully, and pass the long strip of peel thrice, sunwise, round your head; after which you throw it over your shoulder, and it falls to the ground in the shape of the initial letter of your true love's name."

Now I cannot remember trying to bite at a treacle scone, hung from a string, (again no hands allowed), but I am sure I remember reading about it in the Broons and in Oor Wullie.  (No doubt the sister will correct my failing memory!)
I would love to hear what you got up to. Did you dress up and go guising? What did you do as your party piece?

What, to me , was a great treat was a cloutie dumpling, and I will be making one again this year, so let me share the recipe with you, and if you try it, good luck. For days afterwards it is great sliced, heated under the grill, and served with a sprinkling of caster sugar.

Cloutie Dumpling
Ingredients
1lb self raising flour
6oz breadcrumbs
8oz suet
8oz sugar
12oz sultanas
8oz currants
8oz raisins
1oz peel
1 grated apple
1 grated carrot
1 level teasp salt
3 heaped teasps mixed spice
1 rounded teasp cinnamon

Method
Mix all ingredients in large bowl. Mix in water: no set amount, but the mixture should be gooey and wet.
Put on a large pot of water to boil. Have a strong piece of linen or clean pillowcase to hand (one that will you will not want to use again). Rinse the cloth/case in the boiling water and then put the cloth/opened pillowcase on the table and sprinkle it/its inside with flour before putting the mixture into it. Tie the cloth/case with string leaving room for the dumpling to swell.
Now PUT A PLATE ON THE BOTTOM OF THE POT and lower in the dumpling. Make sure it is covered with boiling water. PUT THE LID ON TIGHTLY AND KEEP IT ON. Do not take the lid off for the first hour. After one hour, check if more boiling water is needed.
Boil in total for three hours.
Remove the dumpling. It will be very wet. To avoid its falling apart, let it dry off in front of the fire,. slowly opening the cloth, and turning the dumpling so that all sides face the fire in turn.

Well, that's all for now. Hope you are not plagued with Trick and Treat this Hallowe'en.

Street Games in Scotland in the 50s

Some Housekeeping As promised, the blog this week is about street games that we played in the 50s in Scotland. But just before I begin on the main point of this week's blog, I would like to draw your attention to three other pages that are now in the blog. You can access these pages by clicking at the one you are interested in on the right hand side of the blog. One of them just gives the contact details. The other three though, I am expecting to grow over time. The first of these was one suggested by my friend Anne Marie: she thought it might be fun to have a glossary of words that we used, some we still use, where, although we know what they mean, we maybe do not know how we got hold of them in the first place. The one I have begun this section with is, as she recommended "Away and bile yer heid!" There is also a section on songs of the fifties, and as Harry Lauder died in 1950, I have begun this section with him. Many folk found Harry Lauder a bit of a joke, with his over tartaned rigout and his knobbly walking stick. He tended to emphasise what many people saw as a false memory of Scotland, and one that gave no recognition to the new industrial face of Scotland. However, Harry Lauder and his like did manage in their own way to keep the spirit of Scotland alive and will themselves have contributed to the fact that we are having a referendum next year on Scotland's independence. Whether you are for or against independence, it is now clear that things economic and social in Scotland will never be the same again. Scotland has found a voice and is standing up for itself. And finally, there is a new page on the bigger matters that were happening in Scotland while we were growing up and too small to be aware of - but these have also shaped the way Scotland is just now. The first posting on this page is about the mass movement towards home rule (I didn't know about it until I researched for this blog). Two million Scots signed the petition. Not bad given the population is only 5 million, with a good number of those children and too young to sign the petition. Again, while I never realised it, past generations did do their bit to get recognition for Scotland. Street Games Right. Here we go on the street games. I have to begin with Irene (my sister). Not slow with the old brains she had the bright idea of going along to her knitting groups and asking her friends what they played at. So thanks to the knitters of the Barrhead Woolpack and the Stewarton Knitting Club. I hope you will become regulars visiting and contributing to the blog. Among girls, the favourites were skipping, peever, and balls. Among boys, well.... I only hope the police and the security services are not scanning this blog! What I am going to do is set out some of our memories of  street games and then I hope that you will click on the video link below which gives about twenty minutes of unadulterated pleasure - mainly for the lassies. The Scottish Screen archive is held by the National Library of Scotland and they have prepared this video. If you click on the underlined words Singing Street below you will get the video. Once the page is up on your computer, click on the white triangle on the picture and it will start. Make sure you have the sound on. And if you want to expand the picture click on the arrows at the far right at the bottom of the picture. To get back to a small screen press the ESC button on your keyboard. Skipping The best ropes of course were the old washing lines - but no thanks, not the broken bit with the rough join in it! It was great to get a special personal skipping rope with wooden handles for a birthday. What did you like? jumping two feet together as you cawed the rope; skipping forward; skipping backward? The video shows two girls skipping together along the street with only one rope - wow! But once you were big enough, it was great fun to be skipping while others held the ropes: ( if there was just yourself and one chum, one end of the rope could be tied to a railing or a clothes pole and one of you cawed while the other skipped. Because there are so many games that were played on the street and in the playground, I am leaving the big skipping games to the playground blog. But if you like to contribute some of the skipping rhymes to the blog, please do so. Ball Games The best ball games were played against a wall, away from folks' windows. The smoother and taller the wall, the better. Simple games were one ball, but it was the two ball games Mary and I liked best. Mary She remembers; Plainy, clappy, Roll the reel to backy, touch our heel, touch our toe, touch the ground, and burl around. The actions we had to do were: Plainy: Throw the ball  against the wall and catch it. Clappy: As for Plainy, but clap hands when the ball is in the air. Rolley: Roll arms over one another when the ball is in the air. To Backey: Clap hands behind back when the ball is in the air. Burl Around: Turn completely around when the ball is in the air. She also remembers playing balls against the wall to the rhyme PK chewing gum, penny per packet, first you chew it, then you crack it, then you stick it to your jacket PK chewing gum, penny per packet. There was also One, two, three, aleerie, Four, five, six, aleerie, Seven, eight, nine, aleerie, Ten aleerie, out of it As I remember, this was a two ball game. At the word "aleerie", we had to bounce the ball on the ground at an angle so that it would then hit the wall on the rebound and then come back to us. Second time round on the verse, you lifted your right leg and stoated the ball under it: third time, you bounced the ball between your legs: fourth time sideways behind your back, and finally threw the ball while burling around. A similar song with the same actions was: Sixie on the garden gate, sixie on the wall, sixie on the garden gate and then you let the ball fall. Irene Another great ball game was Stoaters. For this you needed one of your mother's old stockings. Jam the ball down to the toe and then play games swinging the ball in the stocking against the wall: over arm left, overarm right, above your head and on. Some of the rhymes were really simple, for example: ha'penny band, biscuit, out. Looking forward to getting some of your memories. I am now going to list some of the other street games we played. In later blogs, I will fill in some detail, but would be pleased if you sent in some thoughts yourself. Tig Bools, (marbles) A Girdy Cleek (It made a great noise, especially on cobbles). Wee houses, Wee shops, Dressing up, Having a concert Dolls and prams The Farmer wants a wife Whip and peerie Stilts Hide and Seek BUT it is now time to record some of the games that the other half were playing. Football was always good fun. And conkers was a great favourite in the Autumn. Bill Bill tells of Hunch, cuddy, hunch. For this you stand against a wall, facing it, with your legs slightly open, and your hands outstretched leaning on the wall. The game involves your mates taking a run towards you and jumping on your back one by one. How many can you take before you collapse?  (Great! how's back pain in Glasgow among the over 65s?) He can also remember Kick the Can. Here a can is pt down on the ground. Someone is het. The person who is going to hide kicks the can away as far as possible . The person who is het has to get the can and return it to its position before searching for the person who is hiding. Graham The number of grown men that can remember, with a laugh, ringing doorbells and then running away. But Graham took the biscuit when he said a game they played was going up a close and tying the two door handles of opposite facing flats together. You then rang the doorbells or chapped on the door, and ran away I am sure you can envisage the result. The wee scamps. Jim and Graham Well I remember well going to the butchers, but I do not remember ever asking for an ox eye. This pair can remember getting an ox eye, wrapping their finger round it, and then going up to folk and frightening them with it. Another great one was getting a chicken foot: when they pulled the tendon, the foot moved, again giving people a fright.  Peashooters and catapults were regular stock in trade; every boy seemed to have a penknife,  and as it was not that long after the War, boys thought nothing about trying to make bombs, - and they seem to have been encouraged by their Dads. Changed days. A great game, of course, was trying to make a bogey. A few planks, a bit of rope,  and the wheels of an old pram and they were away. I don't have much memory for climbing myself, although the wash houses, middens and big walls between rows of tenements regularly had folk on them. My sister tells me that I did go up on them and got into trouble for scuffing shoes. What I do remember is the number of boys with their arm in a sling. Well more of this street game malarkey next week. But before I go can you remember your knees in the early 50s? Scabs, blood and dirt, or a bandage. Gravel in the wound that all had to be cleaned out before TCP or iodine was put on - and if you got an infection then you were heading for pain, followed by a kaolin or bread poultice. Guys, I have run out of energy. I am signing off. It is now over to Betty, and to Gordon, who, believe it or not live in Italy. Betty's memories of street games in Edinburgh "I've been thinking about the street games. It was easy in my childhood as there were hardly any cars in my part of Edinburgh - Wardlaw Place, Gorgie. Among the ones I remember was the usual hide and seek but one time my idea of a hiding place was a bit different.   In the late 40s and, I think, into the early 50s there were 'pigs' bins' in our street. These were  the bins where you put your 'organic' rubbish, eg potato peelings etc.  We had one opposite our tenement and my mother was horrified one day to see me from the window during a game of hide and seek lowering myself into the bin and pulling the lid down to close it. I was immediatley dragged into the house, scrubbed clean with Dettol  and all my clothes washed. We also played peevers - I especially liked the 'aeroplane beds' and used to play with a very posh peever made of white marble with my initials engraved on the top.  It was made for me by a family friend who was a tombstone maker. I wish I still had it today as it would have made a lovely paper weight but unfortunately in got broken one day so it was back to the old shoe polish tin.  1. kick the can - I was forbidden from playing that after I kicked a can so heartily that it went through someone's window and my parents had to pay for the damage. -  2. You can't cross the Red River Skipping was another favourite with two ropes. One person going in at a time. One skipping rhyme  I remember and which  obviously had origins at an elecction time was  Vote, vote, vote For ( name of one  candidate) In comes ( name of an opposing candidate) at the door.  He's the one that gives us all the fun So we don't want ( name of the first candidate) anymore  Shut the door! On the first line the first person to skip jumped into the double ropes being turned by a person at either end and on the third line the second person jumped in. they continued to skip until the last line when the first person had to jump out and so it continued until someone tripped and had to take a turn of turning the rope. Other games that were popular were 3. Plying with two or even three balls against the tenement wall almost liek juggling them. 4. There was another and I can't remember the name or exactly how it went but one person was on one side of the street who told  the others one by one to take giant steps, baby steps, to hop etc  4. Great favourites were the 'backgreen concerts' where I usually appeared. My party piece there was to sing 'The Lullaby of Broadway' with actions that I made up - it must have been really painful for all the parents that had to come and watch. 5. I'm sure others will tell you about 'Cowboys and Indians'.  In my time the Western films were very popular.  Thinking of films there were also the Kids' film clubs on Saturday mornings - but maybe that for another time! Gordon  Gordon says that the games he played were pretty similar but living near the Water of Leith he spent a lot of time fishing for sticklebacks, tadpoles etc. SINGING STREET, the [0799] Collection of children's street games filmed in the streets of Edinburgh accompanied by traditional children's songs.

Growing up in the Fifties in Scotland: Hello there!

Well, I have finally done it - I have set up a blog. No mean deal for a computer illiterate.

Thinking of why I would like a blog was the easy part: actually setting the thing up was, for me, too intellectually challenging!

Never mind. Here we are, and I hope that together we will stir up some good memories and have some good laughs.

And before we go any further... I know I have not yet mastered how to put in pictures, make the page jazzy, and be all singing and dancing, but I am sure that will come. Just give me the benefit of the doubt and a few more posts (and some mistakes) and you never know...

In fact, maybe you would like to help out with some tips. If so, please remember you are not talking to a computer whizz kid here.

Well, what is the big idea behind the blog.

The name of the blog gives a bit of the game away. It seems to me that there are a lot of us who have spent our lives working, looking after people, and generally messing through to the 60s and beyond. We now have a bit more time on our hands to look at some of the things that have happened to us in our lives - and share a laugh or two about them with some friends.

But if you are at all like me, you might find that there are bits about songs, games, anniversaries, holidays, and incidents that you remember quite well - but you just wish you could remember other bits. Hopefully, through this blog, you will be able to stir those memories, fill in the missing bits, and have a jolly good laugh.

As the name of the blog suggests, it's not just any old memories that are going to be covered here. What it is all about is the memories that you have of growing up, (aged anywhere between when you first had memories and probably 18) in the 1950s in Scotland.

If you do want to take part in the blog, then could I ask you to give you first name, your age, and the town you grew up in. It makes it much easier to see how rhymes, songs, and games varied about the country. Of course, if you have friends in England, Australia, Canada, India, New Zealand, or wherever, who want to share their memories, that is all to the good - all I ask is that they let us know their age and where there memories are from.

And one other thing, if you do want to take part, would you send your contributions to fiftiesscrapbook@gmail.com. This lets me monitor the blog so that we do not get any nasties from others trying to invade the site. Let me know if I can keep your email address, (in case I need to get back to you).

This post, as it is called in blog speak, is all about introducing the blog. As the weeks go on I will no doubt bore you about  myself, so I will keep it short just now.
My name is Margaret. I am 66, (close on 67), and I grew up in Paisley. My Dad always referred to Paisley as the Paris of the North.

Well, enough for now about the site. The next blog is all about games in the street. As far as I remember the games we played in the playground were a bit different from those we played in the street, and the games the lads played were sometimes (or often) very different from what the girls played. So start remembering.

Were you some chick when it came to two-ball games against the wall? what rhymes did you play to? Was there a particular incident you remember?

Or were you a dab hand at peevers?

Alternatively, your Dad or big brother might have shown you how to make a bomb - (we were quite some kids in the 50s!): you might have had the bogey to end all bogeys: you might have done your back in playing huch, cuddy, hunch: or you might have been a real dare devil in the back courts jumping from one midden to another and up on the high walls.

I hope to post next week and would really appreciate a few contributions before then, but of course you will be able to contribute at any time.

Now comes the next difficult part. How do I sign off and get this up in the net....

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