A Thing You Don't See These Days

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I found a picture of my mum standing on one of those big red coin operated weighing scales today. It had a big dial face. It was in our local shopping centre but I remember seeing them on piers, train stations etc too. Did you ever use them? Other than this picture of my mum I don't remember seeing one in use

We still have red phone boxes here together with a number of men who still believe that they're here as public lavatories for them. Can't think anyone would attempt to use the phone and wonder what poor sod has the job of cleaning them.

@PurpleSapphire

Yes, whatever happened to white dog poo? Those metal roundabouts on parks where you just climbed on top and held on for dear life until you eventually flew off and hit the gravel.

My dog is fed raw. His poi's turn white after 24 hrs or so

@BettyCarver

Just remembered dressing table sets too, with a matching brush, comb and hand held mirror. My granny had a silver set and I was chuffed to bits with the pink plastic version I got one Christmas.

My Mum had a set with embroidery on the back-like this. www.bing.com/aclk?ld=e8A_cSfMN0GWyAC8kBjjRqmjVUCUzZZZkhpHT-840bwQiDzjFg5b3XJE98V2EWefAAZVV2L3hUTua1WKBJmKdrmH467ZewwD8vkZpDxe8kGo25TauJvq41ukjMb8x4v5nJQr-sAx7ggrIwTergn7ZJspwsH7MLpihiLpeQeABW_GuAvXDChAbzWqfNWdypX-muiC8hig&u=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&rlid=ef02ff7f46741b8178309e6c8698ea1e&ntb=1

That really scratchy toilet roll that was almost like tracing paper. I remember using it at primary school- awful stuff!
Eeurgh...yes. We also used it for tracing paper!

A lot of these things are still going strong in Italy! We have a man who comes round to sharpen knives and mend umbrellas- although I have never seen him do either. Is it a front??

Goths.

You rarely hear anyone whistling as they walk along anymore.
(Nothing to be happy about these days I suppose :(

When you went abroad years ago it was always the first job , find a place where you could ring home to let them know your safe. Always cost loads too!

Half day closing on a Wednesday for the shops in the small town I grew up in.

What a sad ending to your grandma's life for you all. But a month? I wonder why her sister didn't write to ask where she was.
She did but to my uncle who was away and she didn't know. She didn't know my mums current address as she had moved a few times before settling properly.

Punks
In my day, you could go down town and it would be full of punks
Often 3 or 4 gangs
At aged 9 or 10 I loved their hair and clothes

The cockle and prawn sellers in the pub and chocolate machines on station platforms, ooooh and beech nut chewing gum in a vending machine outside the newsagents 😀

A box bed! My gran had one in her small bedroom, I used to find it fascinating

Omo & Acdo washing powder
Carbolic soap
All the horse drawn carts that came round, the milk one with churns on the back that you took a jug out to, the rag & bone man who gave you a donkey stone & all the terraced houses had white steps & a semi circle in front of the step whitened with the stone.
The coal man with hessian sacks of coal on his lorry that he tipped into your outside coal bunker
The pop man with large earthenware jars of pop, dandelion & burdock, cream soda etc, with rubber bungs in the top. You returned them to him the next week when he came.
We still have a mobile library comes to the village & a milkman but not the glass pint bottles with the silver tops that the blue fits would peck holes in before you brought it in.
Returnable glass beer bottles.
Jam jar collections in school for charity.
Paper golliwogs on Robinson’s jam that you saved to send off for a metal golliwog brooch. You tried to collect all the different ones.
Biscuits sold loose in the grocers in lines of big square tins.
The old soldiers who weighed you for a penny by sitting you in a swinging chair contraption.
Buses that were open at the back & chaps who used to run to jump on when it was moving because they’d missed it.
We had the street gas lamp lighter with his long pole that someone mentioned.
Chip pans full of lard, with baskets,that weren’t emptied between use so had encrusted yellow fat on the outside
Push along lawn mowers with no petrol or electric power.
The Green Cross Code man & the Tufty Club

[quote UnitedRoad]**@Curlygirl06* @ThorIsAGod*

I’m really excited to find out if they still exist. If you find them and buy some, I hope you like them as much as I do, if not, my address is….

You’ll like them, I promise![/quote]
@UnitedRoad 🤣

Punk rockers with Mohicans carrying ghetto blasters on their shoulders.

Bingo numbers in the tabloid newspapers. My grandparents used to buy the Sun and the Daily Mirror daily pretty much only for the bingo.

Giving someone three rings to let them know you were safe home

The speaking clock

The phone number you could call to listen to music

[quote UnitedRoad]**@Curlygirl06* @ThorIsAGod*

I’m really excited to find out if they still exist. If you find them and buy some, I hope you like them as much as I do, if not, my address is….

You’ll like them, I promise![/quote]
I had a quick look today but was in a rush. I'll look properly tomorrow.

Bingo numbers in the tabloid newspapers. My grandparents used to buy the Sun and the Daily Mirror daily pretty much only for the bingo

Everyone we knew played it but never remember anyone winning. Did anyone ever enter any competitions and win?
I once filled out a survey leaflet that fell out of my mums magazine and sent it off. A few months later I received a postal order for £250. My mum took it as it was her who bought the magazine.

@ShellyShore

Remains of red lipstick staining your lips for days after. Wish those lipsticks that would make a come back.

Do you know what was in them? YOu probably wouldn't be so keen to wear it now.

Bingo numbers in the tabloid newspapers. My grandparents used to buy the Sun and the Daily Mirror daily pretty much only for the bingo.

OMG I grew up in Burnley near where the bingo cards were printed. Someone who worked at the factory grabbed a handful and handed them out to friends and family.

But the way the bingo works is they print a select number of winning cards so they can control where they go and then print the majority of loosing or small win cards.

He'd selected them from the winners, so you suddenly had a lot of winners from a small area.

From what I can remember he was convicted for fraud, but not every one who got the cards was,

@HipHopBanzai

Half day closing on a Wednesday for the shops in the small town I grew up in.

I moved to Reading in 1995 from the US.
I had been in the town for a few days and finally ventured out to the town centre but discovered Wednesday was an early closing day and the place was deserted at 2pm. Late closing day was Thursday.

My local ASDA incidentally was the first 24 hour shop in 1996 so Reading was on the cusp of change. Lol

@HuntingoftheSnark

Football pools man coming round once a week.

My husband said that he remembers the "pools man" and the "Spot the Ball" competitions in the papers.

Oh, the 'pools man'. The tallyman, the rent man, the knife sharpener man, an occasional Betterwear salesman and, once in a while, a French onion seller. Those poor rent collectors, often mugged.

Our Debenhams had a DJ booth where the DJ played the music you heard in store.

Zest soap.

Soap on a rope.

Green fairy soap for scrubbing collars and cuffs.

This little red ants (or were they spiders?) On walls in the summer. Maybe they still exist, but I don't spend my whole summer sat on a wall playing out anymore?

C&A

The pools man, who also doubled as the insurance man, who took 50p a week for each policy.

Bowsers.

The school oven. Like the TV and the computer, was mounted on a trolley and each class got to make something once a year in it.

Milk trollies and milk monitors at primary school.