Originally posted by Serial_Apologist
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Stir up Sunday and Other Yuletide Customs
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Richard Tarleton
I was a Christmas postman in Southampton in the late 1960s. I was given the Northumberland Road area, which I was told by the experienced postman whose beat it was normally was Southamton's red light district . It seemed quiet enough in the mornings. Certainly the closely-packed terraced houses meant that I could rattle through my round quite fast - less fortunate were those who drew the affluent outskirts with long driveways to negotiate between deliveries whose rounds took until the early afternoon.
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Originally posted by Brassbandmaestro View PostWell yes, it's coming to that time of year again!
Mrs.BBM has already made Christmas Cake. Smelt very boozy, with brandy being fed, every now and a gain .
Today was our Stir up Saturday, based on my wife's unfailing intuition that it's time to start the baking. So, I have been been busy weighing and mixing, fetching and carrying and obeying. Did I say washing up? The role of the supervisor is not an easy one.
One cake is made, another is steeping overnight and yes Christmas has come early to the kitchen. Once the start has been made other steps will follow regularly, and this is one Yuletide custom I do enjoy.
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October half-term break was when we went down to friends living near Knockholt and spent an afternoon picking sloes for the next Christmas's sloe gin. I recall that KwikSave in West Norwood had a brand called, with no apparent irony, 'Hogarth Gin.' Perfectly adequate for our purpose.Barbatus sed non barbarus
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Originally posted by Richard Tarleton View PostI was a Christmas postman in Southampton in the late 1960s. I was given the Northumberland Road area, which I was told by the experienced postman whose beat it was normally was Southamton's red light district . It seemed quiet enough in the mornings. Certainly the closely-packed terraced houses meant that I could rattle through my round quite fast - less fortunate were those who drew the affluent outskirts with long driveways to negotiate between deliveries whose rounds took until the early afternoon.
One temporary postman solved his delivery problems - he took a long while to get round - by posting his remaining undelivered letters back in a pillar box. Unfortunately for him though this was noticed after a few days, after which he wan’t seen again.
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Richard Tarleton
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I know someone, well I still do, whose custom was to work on the Christmas post, but not work the rest of the year.Last edited by Stanfordian; 20-11-17, 14:22.
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Originally posted by Dave2002 View PostDid you “meet” evil dogs? I was warned by the regular postman of a few houses which had dogs when I did the Christmas post one year. Mostly the dogs were a bit of a nuisance, and one could hear them coming. However there was one particularly evil one which would lie quietly behind the door then leap up as the letters went through, and they would very rapidly disappear as the dog sank its teeth into them and pulled them through. Fortunately it never quite managed to bite into my fingers, but it was a very close run thing. After a few visits to that house I developed other strategies so that I didn’t actually post letters through the letter box.
One temporary postman solved his delivery problems - he took a long while to get round - by posting his remaining undelivered letters back in a pillar box. Unfortunately for him though this was noticed after a few days, after which he wan’t seen again.
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Originally posted by Brassbandmaestro View PostMrsBBM had a dog nick a joint once! On Boxing Day!
Must have been a Doperman Pincher , I suppose .....I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed or numbered. My life is my own.
I am not a number, I am a free man.
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Originally posted by teamsaint View PostWas it a Doperman ?
Must have been a Doperman Pincher , I suppose .....
MrsBBM will be making Christmas Pudding today. Using a recipe first used by Fanny Cradock. It's really very good too!Don’t cry for me
I go where music was born
J S Bach 1685-1750
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