Who remembers these things back in the day ?...come and add your own memories..

Inept said:
I would like to ask if you still have a house key but I'll resist the temptation.
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I'm not really sure what you mean ?...just for clarification both my parents are dead...but as an aside, I was never allowed to have a house key...
 

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Marie5656 said:
My aunt had something like this...I remember hers had some kind of roller squeegee to ring out the excess water


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I used my grandmother's one when she went to England and I was looking after her house. I loved it. That was back in 1964, it was a Westinghouse. She never used it , she was afraid of electrical items. I did own the Twin-tub, a Hoover second hand. The spinning part of it ripped the baby's nappies to spreads.
 
hollydolly said:
View attachment 380672 Even in the 70's when I was a teen, the Pht booths were a big attraction for us to spend our time having head shots done.. the booths were just everywhere and especially in the major rail staions so we spent a lot of time wandering around there.. . with little money, it afforded us. somehwhere warm to be on a dark evening, and the aforementioned photo booths were our fun.. how easily we pleased we were.. :ROFLMAO:
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hollydolly: They still have those photo booths in a couple of shopping centres near my place.
 
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oscash said:
Couldn't wait to get my wages, thought I was rich. 5 pounds, 2 shillings and 6 pence . Out of that I paid my mother board money, weekly train ticket, weekly bus ticket and the rest for incidentals. Didn't go very far.
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what year was that ?.. In 1970 I was paid ÂŁ4/10 shillings as an office junior for a 40 hour week.. I only saw the bus fares back to work out of it...
 
hollydolly said:
what year was that ?.. In 1970 I was paid ÂŁ4/10 shillings as an office junior for a 40 hour week.. I only saw the bus fares back to work out of it...
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I worked in a printing office back in 1959 till 1964. Left because they wouldn't give me a raise. Did temp. work and they paid better rates. Yep, I did 40-hour weeks as well.
 
oscash said:
I worked in a printing office back in 1959 till 1964. Left because they wouldn't give me a raise. Did temp. work and they paid better rates. Yep, I did 40-hour weeks as well.
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so you were getting paid more than me 11 years before ?.:eek:... I know my wages were horribly low, ...I didn't stay long in the job, moved onto working in a Jewellers which paid ÂŁ2.00 a week more...
 
Speaking of wringer washers, my first washing machine was a Magtag one, bought cheaply in 1969 from an American neighbor who was transferring out of Turkey and had to either take it with them or sell it to another American.

It was old and "walked" around the bathroom as it agitated but my maid, who had been washing our clothes in the bathtub, thought she had died and gone to the Garden of Allah.

At times, she washed everything twice just for the joy of it.
 
Inept said:
I am sorry.

Wot??? Are you winding me up?
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No... I was never allowed to have a key, none of us siblings were.

This gave the great dictator complete control as to whether we would be allowed in to the house or not...

I was left sitting on the doorstep on a few occasions overnight, when he decided I couldn;t come in... One notable night when I was 17, I was 5 minutes late home after a party.. It was January, I had a simple party dress on...there was snow and ice on the ground ( Scotland )... because I was 5 whole minutes late, he locked the door on me, and I was left out in the cold all night. No coat.. bare legs.. bare arms..

My brother called from the upstairs window, and said he had been warned that he would get thrown out if he threw me my coat...

I was allowed in when the door was opened at 8am..

I was due to go to work at 9am.. I couldn't go.. I crawled into bed, thought I was dying.....

that day the worm turned... ... 2 days later with very little money in my pocket I got on a train to 'anywhere ''....
 
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hollydolly said:
No... I was never allowed to have a key, none of us siblings were.

This gave the great dictator complete control as to whether we would be allowed in to the house or not...

I was left sitting on the doorstep on a few occasions overnight, when he decided I couldn;t come in... One notable night when I was 17, I was 5 minutes late hom after a party.. It was January, I had a simple party dress on...there was snow and ice on the ground ( Scotland )... because I was 5 whole minutes late, he locked the door on me, and I was left out in the cold all night. No coat.. bare legs.. bare arms..

My brother called from the upstairs window, and said he had been warned that he would get thrown out if he threw me my coat...

I was allowed in when the door was opened at 8m..

I was due to go to work at 9am.. I couldn't go.. I crawled into bed, thought I was dying.....

that day the worm turned... ... 2 days later with very little money in my pocket I got on a train to 'anywhere ''....
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That is the most disheartening story I have heard. How can it be? I have fathered 4 children and I'm sure there has never been any circumstance under which I would treat any one of my children in that manner. Can he be described in any other way than (as you put it) a dictator? Pardon me my prejudice but I have always thought of Scotsmen as being proud, steadfast, and self-assured but your experience makes me think of nothing other than a weak and inferior man. Are we talking about Glasgow perhaps? A rough city, that is.
 
Inept said:
That is the most disheartening story I have heard. How can it be? I have fathered 4 children and I'm sure there has never been any circumstance under which I would treat any one of my children in that manner. Can he be described in any other way than (as you put it) a dictator? Pardon me my prejudice but I have always thought of Scotsmen as being proud, steadfast, and self-assured but your experience makes me think of nothing other than a weak and inferior man. Are we talking about Glasgow perhaps? A rough city, that is.
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yes indeed Glasgow. My father was the archetypal hard man Glaswegian born and raised in the Gorbals , one of 16..... who could fight men bigger and stronger than him, 3 or 4 at a time and always win.. he was also a woman beater... mostly my mother, as well as his kids....but his previous wife too...
 
hollydolly said:
yes indeed Glasgow. My father was the archetypal hard man Glaswegian born and raised in the Gorbals , one of 16..... who could fight men bigger and stronger than him, 3 or 4 at a time and always win.. he was also a woman beater... mostly my mother, as well as his kids....but his previous wife too...
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How did Mum take the news when you 'took the train to anywhere'?
 
jujube said:
Mom had a wringer washer like this. It lived out on the enclosed back porch and would be rolled over to the stone twin tubs, which would be filled with cold water. When the load was done, the sheets, towels, clothing would be wrung through the ringer into the right-hand tub and then swished around with a thick dowel rod (usually by me as I wasn't allowed to use the ringer). Then the wringer would be rotated to squeeze the items into the second tub of cold water, where they'd be swished again (and again by me) and then the wringer would be rotated again and the clothes would be squeezed into a waiting laundry basket on the floor.

Then of course, it was out to the clothes line. Boy, was I glad when she got a gas clothes dryer that we used in the winter or when it was raining. And even happier when she got an automatic washer. It was uptown for sure!
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Ha! I remember those for sure. My grandma was using one up through the 1950s. It was basically a wash tube with a ringer attached. One time I fed something through the ringer, but forgot to let go. It scared the tweet out of us, but it really didn't crush my hand. I never did THAT again...:cautious:
 

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