Do any of you guy's remember making small clay containers ,letting them dry ,then using them to burn material like rotted wood,or stuff that would just glow and smoulder?
I seem to remember we would run with them to make them glow.
I dont remember what the point of the pastime was.
We also used to use a tin can with holes.put the same combustable material inside attach a wire sling and whirl it round to make it glow.
The things we did to entertain ourselves.
I suddenly remembered these things as I was passing a dead tree that had been felled by the wind, and seeing all the dead wood in the trunk.

I remember those times very well. We even had a special place where we dug out blue clay as we thought it would not crack in the oven when baked it.

Talking of cracks, that is what we got if we made a mess in the cast iron oven from our Mom.

We called these little wood burners 'Touchy Wood Burners'. To make tinder to light the wood in them we used to seal a cotton flour bag in a tobacco tin and then heat in the oven.

You could then light it with a spark and as Sweetdexter says it would be swung round in a tin can to get it to give a flame ready for the burner.

This all sounds ridiculous now but I have a old friend who was in a German POW camp in Northern Poland for 4 years and they used the same methods to light a stove after they had pinched any wood from the billets to get warm and make a brew.

Happy Days??

Well, there were 27 of us living in one room with a great big hole in t'floor. We all had to huddle together in one corner for fear of falling! :)

Sorry, I don't mean to take the pis* or cause offence. It just sounded like a cue for Monty Python's timeless "Four Yorkshiremen" sketch.

Mojo not working

Where do you thionk the scripts for 'The Last Of The Summer Wine' came from.

Originally posted by PopT
Mojo not working

Where do you thionk the scripts for 'The Last Of The Summer Wine' came from.

Dunno Pop, give us a clue

Just after the war. At the Army & Navy stores at Firth Park you could buy these white Baraclava hemet things that were used by Gunners to protect them from the gun flash..They were only
2 pence and it became a craze at the time to wear one of these,and I remember gangs of white hooded young lads on foggy nights running around the streets like the Klew Klux Klan.

Also "Kites" they were forbiden from 1939 to 1945..and when they became legal again..everyone went mad and kites of all descriptions were made from brown paper, newspaper, cloth or anything ..My Grandad "Walter Gill" made my first kite out of the Sheffield Telegraph..and a split garden cane..I can remember seeing hundreds of kites flying over Concord Park..The kite that flew the highest was one made by a Shiregreen lad called Arthur Senior.

We called them winter warmers kids like fires, anyway it was something to do,remember in the 40,s we did not have tv electronic games computers money etc made our own amusements remember there was a war on.

Hutch,
Do you read your mail????

Mojoworking.
The characters in the 4 yorkshiremen sketch were the priveliged ones ,out of our class.
Why I remember when>>>>>>>---------.........zzzzzzzzz

......and when we went to bed at night, our dad would thrash us to sleep wi his belt! :)

Originally posted by mojoworking
......and when we went to bed at night, our dad would thrash us to sleep wi his belt! :)

cos he didn't know any bedtime stories!!:confused:

I, getting fed up with this..so that "you Two" don't go through the whole script over the next week or so, I'll put it on, it go's as follows.

Yorkshireman I (Eric Idle):
Very passable, this, eh? Very passable.
All:
Ay, oh ay.
Yorkshireman II (Graham Chapman):
Nothing like a good glass of Château de Chasselet, eh, Josiah?
Yorkshireman III (Terry Jones):
Oh, you're right there, Obadiah.
Yorkshireman II:
Ay.
Yorkshireman I:
Who would have thought, thirty years ago, we'd all be sitting here drinking Château de Chaselet, eh?
All:
Ay, ay. '
Yorkshireman IV (Michael Palin)
Them days we were glad to have the price of a cup of tea.
Yorkshireman II:
Ay! A cup of cold tea!
Yorkshireman IV:
Ay!
Yorkshireman I:
Without milk or sugar!
Yorkshireman III:
Or tea!
Yorkshireman IV:
In a cracked cup and all.
Yorkshireman I:
Oh, we never used to have a cup! We used to have to drink out of a rolled-up newspaper!
Yorkshireman II:
The best we could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth.
Yorkshireman III:
But you know, we were happy in those days, although we were poor.
Yorkshireman IV:
Because we were poor!
Yorkshireman III:
Ay!
Yorkshireman IV:
My old dad used to say to me: "Money doesn't bring you happiness, son!"
Yorkshireman I:
He was right!
Yorkshireman IV:
Ay!
Yorkshireman I:
I was happier then and I had nothing! We used to live in this tiny old tumble-down house with great big holes in the roof.
Yorkshireman II:
House! You were lucky to live in a house! We used to live in one room, all twenty-six of us, no furniture, half the floor was missing, we were all huddled together in one corner for fear of falling.
Yorkshireman III:
You were lucky to have a room! We used to have to live in the corridor!
Yorkshireman IV:
Oh, we used to dream of living in a corridor! Would have been a palace to us! We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish tip. We got woke up every morning by having a load of rotting fish dumped all over us! House, huh!
Yorkshireman I:
Well, when I say "house", it was just a hole in the ground, covered by a sheet of tarpaulin, but it was a house to us!
Yorkshireman II:
We were evicted from our hole in the ground. We had to go and live in a lake!
Yorkshireman III:
You were lucky to have a lake! There were 150 of us living in a shoebox in the middle of the road!
Yorkshireman IV:
A cardboard box?
Yorkshireman III:
Ay!
Yorkshireman IV:
You were lucky! We lived for three months in a rolled-up newspaper in a septic tank! We used to have to get up every morning, at six o'clock and clean the newspaper, go to work down the mill, fourteen hours a day, week in, week out, for sixpence a week, and when we got home, our dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!
Yorkshireman II:
Luxury! We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, work twenty hours a day at mill, for twopence a month, come home, and dad would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were lucky!
Yorkshireman III:
Well, of course, we had it tough! We used to have to get up out of the shoebox in the middle of the night, and lick the road clean with our tongues! We had to eat half a handful of freezing cold gravel, work twenty-four hours a day at mill for fourpence every six years, and when we got home, our dad would slice us in two with a breadknife!
Yorkshireman I:
Right! I had to get up in the morning, at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, eat a lump of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill and pay mill-owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our dad would kill us and dance about on our graves, singing Hallelujah!
Yorkshireman IV:
Oh, ay. And you try and tell the young people of today that, and they won't believe you!
All:
No, no they won't!

I liked the original post about the burners....especially how the dead tree had reminded the chap about it. Also the white hats. I didn't know any of this stuff (being a young 40 year old)....and it's the kind of local history that often doesn't make it into the history books.

Anyone got anymore?

Do kids still go scromping apples?
Maybe the Question should be "are there any apple trees left"
This was a regular activity in the autumn from the age of 8 to 11..
This was not so much an act of theft or vandalism but a treat .We did not get very much fruit.
The summer's seem to last forever.
We would leave the house in the morning and not return untill tea time .Spending the time in Grenner Woods or Beely Woods/.
Eating berries and leaves,sucking clover flowers.
Does PopT remember the leaves we used to call "Bread & Cheese"
Conkers was another activity.
Obesity was not a problem then
But I would not like to re-live those times

Around the age of 4/5 I remember calling the dry leaves on the bushes at Hartley Brooke school bread and cheese cannot think why.
Apples on tree,s do not have the same atraction today as they did for us lots now fall and rot on the floor.
Or was it the fun of stealing apples then.

Originally posted by sweetdexter
Do kids still go scromping apples?
Maybe the Question should be "are there any apple trees left"
This was a regular activity in the autumn from the age of 8 to 11..
This was not so much an act of theft or vandalism but a treat .We did not get very much fruit.
The summer's seem to last forever.
We would leave the house in the morning and not return untill tea time .Spending the time in Grenner Woods or Beely Woods/.
Eating berries and leaves,sucking clover flowers.
Does PopT remember the leaves we used to call "Bread & Cheese"
Conkers was anoyher activity.
Obesity was not a problem then
But I would not like to re-live them times
Bread and Cheese, thats the young shoots of the Hawthorn I often walk along hedgrows in the Early Springtime picking the young shoots and eating them..the're Ok in salads too, But later on in the Spring they get the Greenfly and Aphids in them and it's time to leave them alone...

Now It's your turn Pop T tell us all about ..The Bull Roar..Knock and Run, and the Peggy Top,and Delagio,

timbuck.
Remind me .What was delagio?
The name is familiar but the grey matter is not responding.

Originally posted by sweetdexter
Do kids still go scromping apples?
This was not so much an act of theft or vandalism but a treat .

That's not what the miserable old git who regularly chased us down the street used to say when we went scrumping his apples.

As I recall, he used to say something like "Come here you little ********, I'll break your bloody legs".

Or

"I know where you live, I'll send the police round"

Originally posted by sweetdexter
timbuck.
Remind me .What was delagio?
The name is familiar but the grey matter is not responding. It was a sort of hide and seek game(but much bigger) played in the streets during the dark nights, the area the game covered could be as much as 5 sq miles, and one game lasted most of the evening..I can't remember the exact rules but it involved a lot of running..when the Seeker spotted a Hider..he would shout out his name and then both would race back to base (usually a lamp post) and the winner would shout out "Delagio"
Don't know why.???when we went Home to bed after a game we didn't take long to fall asleep.
(This game is mentioned in Bryan Woodriff's Book 2)

The way I remember playing it in the early 70s was a kind of tig game played between two teams - catchers and hiders. Once you were once caught you had to stay in a small restricted area until one of your own side could tig you and free you.

The game went on until everybody was caught......or rather until everything degenerated into chaos.

I remember now,Memory bank battery went flat.
Thanks for the boost

I remember them quite well, we called them tinder boxes, we used to go to this certain hill we called the docker, the clay was good there..then we'd mold it into little boxes and put a piece of rag inside,for a wick,then light it, and it would smoulder for ages Originally posted by sweetdexter
Do any of you guy's remember making small clay containers ,letting them dry ,then using them to burn material like rotted wood,or stuff that would just glow and smoulder?
I seem to remember we would run with them to make them glow.
I dont remember what the point of the pastime was.
We also used to use a tin can with holes.put the same combustable material inside attach a wire sling and whirl it round to make it glow.
The things we did to entertain ourselves.
I suddenly remembered these things as I was passing a dead tree that had been felled by the wind, and seeing all the dead wood in the trunk.

Anybody remember 'Kick Can'?

[QUOTE]Originally posted by Texas
Anybody remember 'Kick Can'? [/QUOTE

yes, as one of the older members I remember ' kick can '

Originally posted by Jan39
[QUOTE]Originally posted by Texas
Anybody remember 'Kick Can'? [/QUOTE

yes, as one of the older members I remember ' kick can '
all right i'll fall for it What is it?

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Anybody remember doin a "roarin dragon"?:D

Originally posted by coyleys
Any of you remember making slopdosh pies, or going to catch frogs then putting a stray up its back side and blowing till it went pop.

What exactly did the stray say to being pushed up a frog's backside :P

Sorry coyleys I couldn't resist that one

;)

Well I've heard of some fetishes but that beats them all.;)

We used to make those square clay pots in the 40's,
whirling them around. This was on Northcote Avenue
close to Cat Lane Woods. There was also a huge
bonfire at the bottom of Raleigh Road on Nov.5th.
When I moved to Sheffield Lane Top, the communal
bonfire was on a bit of spare land between Kinnaird
Av, and Barnsley Road.

Originally posted by owdlad
What exactly did the stray say to being pushed up a frog's backside :P

Sorry coyleys I couldn't resist that one

;)
Is that better

Originally posted by coyleys
Any of you remember making slopdosh pies, or going to catch frogs then putting a straw up its back side and blowing till it went pop.

I can't believe that could possibly be a fond memory for anyone. That's just plain horrible and bordering on psychotic :loopy:

What did you do for an encore - drown a kitten?

Originally posted by mojoworking
I can't believe that could possibly be a fond memory for anyone. That's just plain horrible and bordering on psycho :loopy:

What did you do for an encore - drown a kitten?

No, he pulled the straw out and watched the frog fly about like a deflating ballon :rolleyes:

He he :clap: theres nowt more cruel than kids.:hihi: :hihi:

Originally posted by burnttoast
He he :clap: theres nowt more cruel than kids.:hihi: :hihi:
The thick ones, certainly...

Alright artisan, seeing as nobody else is to attempt to explain 'Kick can' I'll have a go. First of all it was better played when it had gone dark. You got a tincan, then everybody playing tried to kick it as far as they could. The kid who kicked it the shortest distance was 'it', or was the first minder of the can. The can is then put on a spot.
Everybody else runs and hides. Now the minder of the can has to find or spot one of the others, as soon as he does he has to run like the clappers and kick the can away from the spot and go and hide. O.K so far?
Now, in between times if one of the original 'hiders' can run in and kick the can off it's spot it makes it more difficult for the 'minder'. There might've been slightly different rules, but I think thats about it.

Thanks Texas thats new to me. Must have been after my time.
Nearest we came was tiggy,or hide and seek.

The bit about the old flash hats makes me remember the other head gear which was very popular from the army and navy stores, the leather ex RAF flying helmets. Loads of lads used to have these as warm winter hats in the late 50s, some complete with headphones, these would be worth an absolute fortune to vintage aircraft nuts today.

[QUOTE]Originally posted by Texas
Anybody remember 'Kick Can'? [/QUOTE

yes, as one of the older members I remember ' kick can 'Good fun till the can went through a window

Anybody remember doin a "roarin dragon"?:D DO you mean when we stuffed paper up a drain pipe and set it alight did,nt it roar . Arthur

What about the lasses, blowing the seeds of a dead dandelion and screaming what time is it Mr. Wolf?

Another for the lads. Finger, Thumb or Rusty bum.

All in the halcyon days of being able to "play" outside in safety until well after dark.

The other name for delagio was relievo.

The other name for delagio was relievo.


I always remember it as delivio!!

The bit about the old flash hats makes me remember the other head gear which was very popular from the army and navy stores, the leather ex RAF flying helmets. Loads of lads used to have these as warm winter hats in the late 50s, some complete with headphones, these would be worth an absolute fortune to vintage aircraft nuts today.


Bad memories of the leather flying helmet. I had a habit at that time of sucking the strap which annoyed my sister. Whilst watching Flash Gordon at the Saturday morning matinee at the Paragon,Firth Park,she yanked it out of my mouth taking my two front teeth as well!!

What about this one not sure if it has been told before here goes .Put some dog s**t on someones front door step light it with lighter fluid and then knock on the door and run and I mean run whoever came to the door would see the small fire and try to put the fire out by stomping on it ever smelt burning s**t.

What was that game of conkers a chestnut on a peice of string something like that.
We used to play at shop collecting coloured glass' fancy stones' bits of toffee paper if we were lucky. making a stall on the footpath, seemed like a good idea at the time.french knitting on a cotton reel and dressing up dolly pegs. we had some imagination in those days. Very interesting reading on here enjoyed it all
Vera

Do any of you guy's remember making small clay containers ,letting them dry ,then using them to burn material like rotted wood,or stuff that would just glow and smoulder?
I seem to remember we would run with them to make them glow.
I dont remember what the point of the pastime was.
We also used to use a tin can with holes.put the same combustable material inside attach a wire sling and whirl it round to make it glow.
The things we did to entertain ourselves.
I suddenly remembered these things as I was passing a dead tree that had been felled by the wind, and seeing all the dead wood in the trunk.
We use to call these "touch burners" don't know why though. Although they kept our hands warm when we were playing out in the winter months !

My Dad used the top of a tin can, cut off with a tin opener so it was jagged, and threaded it through 2 holes in the middle with string with a loop either side.
I used to spin it round and then pull on the loops. Usually a nestles condensed milk can.
I then had a circular saw the could cut through most things.
The boys used cans with holes in the sides and put pieces of red coal from the fire and swing them round on string to keep them burning. They called these winter warmers but would they be far to hot for their hands.

we also used a tizer top for a spinning top with a stick with a piece of cloth for a whip.

hazel

Me and my partner in crime use to put a drawing pin on the outside toilet latch. With a bit of dog s--t on the point, when they tried to open the door it stuck in there thumb. This would make them want to suck the pricked thumb.Some times but not often it did the trick. Spent many hours trying to perfect it. Can anyone remmember knocker bobbing ?

lighting little fire's behind the grave stones in Wardsend at midnight and waiting for the spirit's to float up,we never saw any but sure got alittle nervous,seemed a long walk back to Penistone rd in the dark

What about this one for a kracker, we used a load of newspaper and screwed it up with a lump of soggy dog s--t inside of it.Then put it outside someones back door, then Put a match to it knock on the door and run . As soon as they open the door they put it out with there foot, if your lucky. ha ha ha ha