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....
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....
