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2050. Neas Mc Menamin - 2010-01-30 22:39:52 |
| The Turkish cigarettes were named, "Pashas" and they had a bust size picture of a man in a turban on the front. Other weird ones were, "Passing Cloud" and "Black Cat". Anyone caught smoking a cigarette with a blue line along the length could be charged with,"Unlawful Possession" because the were only issued by the Navy to serving personnel. Remember the fad after the war of collecting cigarette cards and football cards? Also during the war a great prize for showing off was a spent bullet casing from a german plane or a piece of shrapnel from a bomb. |
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2049. Joe McMillan - 2010-01-30 09:54:04 |
| On the topic of fags, we used to buy sticks of cinnamon and smoke them or roll up dried tea leaves or the dry stuff that you used to get from the flowers of dock leaves,they didn`t seem to do us any harm.I remember we stole 71 fags from out of the back of Frank Wilkinsons van that used to go round Brucehill in the fifties, we went doon the shore and between three of us we smoked the lot in a couple of hours.I remember the Turkish fags they stunk like camel dung.Great memories. |
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2048. John S. - 2010-01-30 03:21:24 |
| On the topic of"smokes ".My Dad would send me to auld Mrs. McClures shop in Dennystown for ten Players or Capstain ?? but she would only give 5 Players and 5 Pasha or Abdul.That was her policy.My Dad would be fumming about the Turkish fags yet he always smoked them.Does anyone remember the Turkish ciggys ?? John S. |
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2047. Anne Thomson - 2010-01-29 18:15:00 |
Senior Service and Woodbine--a blast from the past indeed, Freda, or through a smoke screen dimly. LOL I never had the money for more than one or two Woodbines at a time and got them wrapped up in a piece of paper screwed at both ends, which was good because the tobacco was so loose that it fell out given half a chance. Makes you wonder where the shopkeepers got the nerve to sell them to customers who could hardly see over the counter.
The Saturday pictures certainly were a great meeting place for school kids, and educational too. How many of us learned to smoke, snog, protect our siblings from other kids, etc. while watching Abbott and Costello, and Roy Rogers? If they thought they saw any infraction, the ushers would come down the aisles brandishing their torches and threatening to remove us and our wee cronies.
While you were tripping the light fantastic in the local palais de danse, Freda, I was singing my heart out (badly, but with enthusiasm) in the local choirs. They were community choral groups not connected with churches, and had quite a lively repertoire. The choirs were fairly large and members came from all walks of life and were of all ages. As long as you could read music you were in, and I loved it. Is there anybody on the site who remembers being in a local choir in the fifties and sixties?
I’m really enjoying the memories from the last couple of weeks, and I’ve been recalling things I haven’t thought about for more than fifty years. Keep on synapsing, guys! |
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2046. Neas Mc Menamin - 2010-01-28 23:17:59 |
| Woodbines in an open topped paper packet at eightpence for five! (The start of the downhill slope to booze, women and other evil delights). Happy Days!!! |
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2045. Theresa - 2010-01-28 20:13:31 |
| Hey Jake, I’m still laughing, I can just see that book, signing in as "Bonefide travelers," last time I stopped Sammy coming down from Castlehill, I asked, So, Mr Kilpatrick, where are you off to in such a hurry on a Sunday ?his answer was, Goin’ tae see a man aboot a dug..Aye right !all the way from Castlehill to the Albert..I wonder where that book is now, you’d get five bob from the Sunday Post for that...Thanks for the info & the laugh too.. |
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2044. Freda J - 2010-01-28 17:11:18 |
John S - I remember the Cooper family living in that house. There were two sons, Robert and John. Jake and Peter, you will perhaps remember John, I think he was a year above us at the Academy. Robert was a bit older. I have no other knowledge of the family.
Saturday afternoon movies were a real treat, Peter. The suspense from one week to another, wondering if the villain would get the better of the good guy!! A pocketful of liquorice comfits or butternuts and maybe enough for an "Orange Maid" on a stick. The ten Senior Service for elevenpence ha’penny came much, much later. LOL |
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2043. Jake Young - 2010-01-28 10:30:02 |
| theresa 2042; "back in the day" you had to go more than5 miles to get a drink on a Sunday. You had to sign the book stating you were a "bona fide" traveller and your departure and destination points. Of course, the book was full of entries such as "Mickey Mouse going from Dumbarton to Florida". |
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2042. Theresa - 2010-01-28 05:43:51 |
| So, they have pulled the Albert Hotel /Griffin, down,I wonder if back in the day, Dumbuck hotel had to serve drinks after a certain time ?I remember times when Dumbarton men went to the Albert on a Sunday, or was Dumbarton dry in those days, on a Sunday? About the dancing in the Roxy,I didn’t know it had been turned into a dance hall.was The Burroughs club held in there too? |
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2041. John S. - 2010-01-28 03:28:03 |
| Does anyone know who lived in the big house between the Springbank Pub, the road down to Dalreoch Station,and the high square in Dennystown ?.It had gardens that ran parrarel to the auld wash houses all the the way down to almost Levenhaugh Street.I never saw anyone coming or going in that house all the time we lived in Dennystown.As kids we thought it was haunted so we steered clear but were always curious. I still am !! |
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