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    Sunday teatime up at Grandma's for broth and silverside cooked in a hot pot then bathtime, hair washing and the Top 20 (on the radio you'd taken through to the bathroom). The Muppets on TV and Sunday Night at The Palladium along with that horrible 'back to school' feeling.

    How was it for you?

  • #2
    Sunday night at the Pally? Was that with the wheel tappers and shunters club?
    I seem to remember it from staying at my Nans
    Last edited by FionaH; 13-09-2009, 11:17 PM.
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    • #3
      Yep - all that

      We lived with our grandparents for a few months when I was a nipper and thats pretty much how Sunday night went.
      Also before bed, Nan would bring a pot of tea through for her and Grandad, and my sis and I would have the choice of a cup of tea or milk and biscuits before bed.
      Kirsty b xx

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      • #4
        Bathtime with my big sis, then I used to sit in my dad's office whilst he either played the piano or listened to opera records, eating a strawberry yoghurt (me not him), in my nightie and dressing gown, whilst my hair dried. Lovely happy memories.
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        • #5
          Bath time (how on earth did we survive on one bath per week??), the smell of school uniforms being ironed, corned beef hash for dinner (no roast for us, we were proper poor), Last of the Summer Wine and Songs of Praise on telly, then glorious sleep. I was the only kid I knew who LOVED bedtime!

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          • #6
            Never really big on routines in our house. Sunday night was just like any other I'm sure. Nothing that sticks in my mind. I think as mentioned we watched The Muppets if that's when it was on.

            There were probably police sirens and shouting involved outside.
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            • #7
              When we were really little(OK up to about ten),Mum & Dad wouldn't have the telly on on a Sunday,so it was board games,bath ready for school...me develop a rather sudden stomach ache realisisng Monday morning was only a sleep away...all with Jim Reeves playing in the background!
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              • #8
                Evening bonfire with Dad, telling us about the stars and bats.
                Bath and hair wash
                Sing something simple on radio
                Fantastic

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                • #9
                  'Sing Something Simple' on the radio Headfry, that brings back memories. I had older parents & they used to love to listen to the radio & we used to have that on & 'Jimmy Clitheroe, the Clitheroe Kid'. Like most of the (slightly!) older ones on here it was bath night too, we had a coal fire which heated the water & had to sit stoking the fire even if it was boiling hot to heat the tank up! We used to watch 'Sunday Night at the London Palladium' too & would have a basic roast for dinner & salad for tea.
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                  • #10
                    I've just remembered one particular Sunday night.We grew up in a very rural little village and every Sunday went to chapel.One week I thought it a great treat to get to walk home with my Auntie in the dark.Was all very exciting until we were suddenly aware of a pig chasing us!Needless to say we made it home in record time!
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                    • #11
                      We often went out "logging" for fire wood on a sunday, usually got home in time for wurzel gummage (I think) and then boiled egg and soldiers for tea followed by battenburg! Then bath and hairwash! When I was a bit older I used to tape the charts on my cassette recorder!
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                      • #12
                        My childhood memories are watching Sunday night at the London Paladium as well, my dad used to say 'cor look at those legs' etc all this was before my 6th birthday as dad died soon after. Sunday was bath and hair wash night, mum ironing school uniforms for 3 girls, dad watching tv with us, was The black and White Minstrels on in the early 60's as well ???? cos I remember that being on.
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                        • #13
                          My memories from my childhood were going to the allotment to pick the veg for dinner with my dad, baking cakes with mum, then going to my nans with my dad in the car, It was an old Austin Cambridge, nan had a glass eye and i could never work out which one was watching me, it was very creepy. On the way home dad would ring mum up so she could put the puddings in and have dinner ready when we got in, I still can't do roasts like my mum did, after dinner we all went for a walk with the dogs (we had 6 fox terriers), tea was always a salad, Ben Shaws Dandelion & Burdock from the "pop man", home made cake then bath, my hair washing and whatever was on the T.V, glass of milk n a biscuit, then bed around 8 other wise i'd never get up for school, i wish i could turn the clock back...life was a lot simpler then.....Memories. I really miss my mum.
                          Last edited by ginger ninger; 14-09-2009, 01:42 PM.

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                          • #14
                            Most vivid memories of pre-O-level years of trying to finish French homework and watch The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie at the same time. (left all my homework to last minute and hated to miss the programme of the day)

                            Also of busy afternoons working in the garden (rather than do homework) and then going inside for a proper old fashioned Sunday afternoon tea. Lovely!!

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                            • #15
                              After a busy afternoon in the garden, my mother would have a long bath in the evening while we would make the tea - warm bread rolls, cheese, pickle, tomatoes and celery sticks. Dad would always have a can of Shandy Bass to wash it down, and we'd watch Antiques Roadshow.

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