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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2021 18:53:15 GMT
Think it cold? Nah. There's some footage of the GU and the Thames from about 26:55. That was a bad winter.
I remember walking though the snow to the main dairy to get some milk, (deliveries completely stopped*) they wouldn't let you have any if you didn't bring your empty bottles back. I didn't know that, so my first collection involved about a 6 mile trek through pretty deep snow. We were ok for coal because my Dad always managed to save up and buy a ton or so in the summer when the prices were lower. Food got a bit basic but plenty but we had trouble getting veg out of the garden. * for the benefit of the youngsters on here .... in those days almost everybody had their milk delivered ... about the only milk you could buy in shops was sterilised
We had milk delivered by Express Daries up until the early 90’s when the supermarket took over the large portion of milk supply - I well remember the rows over who got the milk first and thus snaffled the cream in those pre homogenised days 🤪👍 I also remember having to keep quite on a Friday tea time when the milkman called at the door to collect his dues - too much month at the end of the money and all that!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2021 19:45:22 GMT
My milk memory is kicking stones along the pavement on the way to school late 80s. I once kicked quite a large stone and it hit one of two milk bottles outside a shop in Shepperton. For some reason the image has stayed with me for the last 30+ years and as it cracked the bottle I do wonder what happened when the person picked it up.
It must have just fallen apart.
This sort of thing just goes to show the incredible rebellious nature of secondary school children.
The bullets taken in to school and the drugs and the threat of being expelled were nothing compared to that.
A simple milk bottle. It means so much.
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Post by Mr Stabby on Jan 26, 2021 20:01:16 GMT
I was 3. I don't remember anything about it. I'm a year older than you then. I can remember my Mum building a snowman in the garden. I can remember being outside for a while and being bitterly, painfully cold and going indoors, watching her through the kitchen window while she finished it. I've hated the cold ever since. I have known colder though, I drove to Moscow during the coldest week in Russia for a hundred years, in 1994. It was an absolute ordeal keeping the truck running, including lighting a bonfire beneath the diesel tank, and the brakes freezing on. Eventually I had to just give up as the engine would tick over but do nothing more and I ended up parked in a petrol station in Novgorod for three days waiting until it warmed up a bit and was only minus fifteen celsius.
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Post by lollygagger on Jan 26, 2021 20:31:40 GMT
I was 3. I don't remember anything about it. I'm a year older than you then. I can remember my Mum building a snowman in the garden. I can remember being outside for a while and being bitterly, painfully cold and going indoors, watching her through the kitchen window while she finished it. I've hated the cold ever since. I have known colder though, I drove to Moscow during the coldest week in Russia for a hundred years, in 1994. It was an absolute ordeal keeping the truck running, including lighting a bonfire beneath the diesel tank, and the brakes freezing on. Eventually I had to just give up as the engine would tick over but do nothing more and I ended up parked in a petrol station in Novgorod for three days waiting until it warmed up a bit and was only minus fifteen celsius. When I say I don't remember, I don't but here I am tasting snow the garden. Brussels in the background.
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Post by JohnV on Jan 26, 2021 20:35:39 GMT
I'm a year older than you then. I can remember my Mum building a snowman in the garden. I can remember being outside for a while and being bitterly, painfully cold and going indoors, watching her through the kitchen window while she finished it. I've hated the cold ever since. I have known colder though, I drove to Moscow during the coldest week in Russia for a hundred years, in 1994. It was an absolute ordeal keeping the truck running, including lighting a bonfire beneath the diesel tank, and the brakes freezing on. Eventually I had to just give up as the engine would tick over but do nothing more and I ended up parked in a petrol station in Novgorod for three days waiting until it warmed up a bit and was only minus fifteen celsius. When I say I don't remember, I don't but here I am tasting snow the garden. Brussels in the background. hopefully it wasn't yellow
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Post by Clinton Cool on Jan 26, 2021 23:22:33 GMT
First frost of the winter and first bit of snow in Barmouth couple of days ago. Apparently both these things are significant events. Rain isn't an event though, it happens a lot.
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Post by phil70 on Jan 27, 2021 0:03:26 GMT
That was a bad winter.
I remember walking though the snow to the main dairy to get some milk, (deliveries completely stopped*) they wouldn't let you have any if you didn't bring your empty bottles back. I didn't know that, so my first collection involved about a 6 mile trek through pretty deep snow. We were ok for coal because my Dad always managed to save up and buy a ton or so in the summer when the prices were lower. Food got a bit basic but plenty but we had trouble getting veg out of the garden. * for the benefit of the youngsters on here .... in those days almost everybody had their milk delivered ... about the only milk you could buy in shops was sterilised
We had milk delivered by Express Daries up until the early 90’s when the supermarket took over the large portion of milk supply - I well remember the rows over who got the milk first and thus snaffled the cream in those pre homogenised days 🤪👍 I also remember having to keep quite on a Friday tea time when the milkman called at the door to collect his dues - too much month at the end of the money and all that! Ha Ha gòod job you didn't have me as a milkman because on my round I just used to let myself in and call up the stairs as families would hide but leave cups of tea and bowls of cereal half eaten. Or I would stand in the street and shout at the top of my voice "Come on, you've had your milk so how about paying for it" I sometimes took payment in veg, brussels, cauliflower and broccoli were the favoured currency (just to help out) If anybody mentioned that their milk was frozen would get treated to a tirade from me how I was bloody frozen too. Oh and the excuses, Can I pay you next week because I've just had my electricity bill, my response was "funny I've just had mine" It was always good natured banter though and people knew they could rely on me to take "stuff" to their relatives or pass on messages as I went. Actually I could write a book about my time as a milkman. I may write some more at a layer date Phil
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Post by thebfg on Jan 27, 2021 2:13:13 GMT
That was a bad winter.
I remember walking though the snow to the main dairy to get some milk, (deliveries completely stopped*) they wouldn't let you have any if you didn't bring your empty bottles back. I didn't know that, so my first collection involved about a 6 mile trek through pretty deep snow. We were ok for coal because my Dad always managed to save up and buy a ton or so in the summer when the prices were lower. Food got a bit basic but plenty but we had trouble getting veg out of the garden. * for the benefit of the youngsters on here .... in those days almost everybody had their milk delivered ... about the only milk you could buy in shops was sterilised
We had milk delivered by Express Daries up until the early 90’s when the supermarket took over the large portion of milk supply - I well remember the rows over who got the milk first and thus snaffled the cream in those pre homogenised days 🤪👍 I also remember having to keep quite on a Friday tea time when the milkman called at the door to collect his dues - too much month at the end of the money and all that! We too had them upto mid 90s. A lovely independent dairy on Broadlands estate. What a beautiful creamy gold top made eating cornflakes a delight and then unigate swallowed it up and it disappeared. We had two dairies in Southampton right up to a couple of years ago, they now have retirement flats on.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2021 2:38:08 GMT
So instead you have fifty dearies...tee hee.
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Post by phil70 on Jan 27, 2021 7:44:18 GMT
Or if you were inlucky only 49 dearies. The worst time was early morning when you would call armed with bottles of milk to be met at the door bya distraught spouse saying they had literally just lost their loved one and were waiting for the doctor, undertaker or whoever. It was tough seeing oldies insuch distress. Gonna stop here as I'm filling up at the memories rhat have just come flooding back. Phil
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