Things that time forgot.

[usher]

Hand cranked bus ticket machines

https://www.flickr.com/photos/23875695@N06/8548076482

Reader, I cranked them. My summer vacation job when I was at university was bus-conducting. The job seems to have gone the way of the crossing sweeper but I enjoyed it on the whole (just for four months) apart from the last bus from Glasgow to Falkirk on a Friday or Saturday night......

[P. G. Tipps]

Ooer! I thought they coloured it blue so that you could avoid consuming it?

Point accepted with characteristic graciousness and humility ...

[usher]

Pandrops (pan drops?) as sucked surreptitiously during sermons in Church of Scotland services in the 1950s. They made metrical psalms tolerable (just).

[mangerton]

............. apart from the last bus from Glasgow to Falkirk on a Friday or Saturday night......

You do surprise me.

The last train from Glasgow Central to Gourock was rather similar, as I recall.

[Ferretfancy]

Infused senna pods once a week as a child, or even worse California Syrup of Figs or Lixen, both disgusting.

The obsession with regular bowel movements was a feature of a 40s childhood - too much stodge perhaps.

One thing that I did like was Radio Malt, a kind of thick treacle like glop full of goodness, or so we were told.

[ahinton]

And I never travelled on it...and then one day it wasn't there any more!

Just like me with Concorde; I was taken to see it just before it went into service but I never flew in it.

[ahinton]

Ah! But then Lewes is itself a thing that time forgot.

Had it ever actually remembered it, might you suppose?...

[french frank]

Here's one I did have (the C stood for Cadbury's):

I was a C Cub. I think there was someone called Colin who wrote things. And as well as Cadbury's, C Cubs aspired to the C's Courtesy, Chivalry and something else. Courage?

I think you could be quite active doing something, but I can't remember what.

[ahinton]

Pandrops (pan drops?) as sucked surreptitiously during sermons in Church of Scotland services in the 1950s. They made metrical psalms tolerable (just).

Thanks God (who else?!) that I never attended any of those in my early days, then; pans dropping and metrical psalm singing - not for me, I'm afraid (then or now!)...

[ahinton]

One thing that I did like was Radio Malt, a kind of thick treacle like glop full of goodness, or so we were told.

I thought that this was an early independent radio station principally devoted to whisky marketing.

Chuck me coat, will you please?

[anotherbob]

I was lucky. When I was 6 years old, my father took me on a day trip to Liverpool in order to travel on the Overhead Railway, months before its closure.

I saw it in operation, but never rode on it. I was on holiday in Llandudno and had taken a trip to Liverpool on the Yellow Funnel steamer the St. Tudno with a friend (You wouldn't allow a 12 year old and his mate to do that today).

[ahinton]

I was a C Cub. I think there was someone called Colin who wrote things. And as well as Cadbury's, C Cubs aspired to the C's Courtesy, Chivalry and something else. Courage?

Given what the C stood for, perhaps caddishness might have been appropriate (although possibly mistaken for something altogether by some)...

[gurnemanz]

Have string vests been mentioned? I certainly once had one, possibly bought by my mother when I was at school. I think they enjoyed rather brief popularity despite the adocacy of Rab C. Nesbitt.




Also the idiosyncratic folk band, The Electric String Vest.

[usher]

Thanks God (who else?!) that I never attended any of those in my early days, then; pans dropping and metrical psalm singing - not for me, I'm afraid (then or now!)...

Unfortunately, I had no choice in the matter. When I did have a choice I was received into the Roman Church at the Brompton Oratory where I attended regularly for the 25 years of my stay in London, enjoying not quite 'the blessed mutter of the mass' (though that was on offer latterly) but liturgical settings of Byrd, Palestrina, Victoria and others along with 'good strong thick stupefying incense-smoke'. A privilege to enjoy such a fine choir and organist--much missed now.

[french frank]

Given what the C stood for, perhaps caddishness might have been appropriate (although possibly mistaken for something altogether by some)...

No, it was Chivalry, Courtesy, Courage and, er, Kindness

http://www.thefreelibrary.com/Was+anyone+else+a+Cadbury+C-Cub%3F-a0219927181

I did remember that but was a bit doubtful about Kindness.