The other day I stumbled upon this picture and was instantly transported back in time to my childhood era of 1970s. The children are playing an exciting and fast paced party game of Hunt the Thimble. You can see the joy on their little faces while the mother casually sits in clashing blue skirt and green heels with the thimble hiding in plain sight. Oh the fun.
A million memories flooded my brain through this one picture. Parties where we had no entertainers, clowns, or bouncy castles just good wholesome hunt the thimble fun and jelly in the shape of a rabbit; and when it was all over we got to go home and read about it in a Ladybird book. I remember this very picture from said book and ventured further to the Twitter account where I found it @LBfyawayhome. There were hundreds and hundreds of pictures taken from the equally numerous Ladybird books we all knew and loved. We had tons of them on the book case on the landing and while mum and dad were downstairs watching The Two Ronnies, I was upstairs geeking out organising the books into coloured order. I contacted the owner of the Twitter page and asked her if I could use some of her pictures to blog about and she kindly gave permission. I could’ve stayed looking for hours, it really was incredible how familiar the pictures were; so readers from the 70s era sit back and enjoy the trip down memory lane. Younger readers, have a look at how we really rolled in the 70’s.
Every day at ‘playtime’ we were subjected to warm milk in a little bottle. Unless it was winter then it froze out the top and gave you a headache when you drank it too quick. (Leaving it was not an option) The top was stabbed with a knitting needle enabling you to push your straw in. Being the milk monitor and delivering the knitting needles to all the classes or doing the stabbing was the highest honour.
Women knew their place and didn’t tell the man where he could stick his stupid mountain of hair, or whatever it was that he wanted spinning. Neither did she tell him that he had forgotten to put on his trousers and was wearing really ridiculous shoes. Nope, she knew to keep quiet.
If they did tell the man he was wearing no trousers, bad tights and winkle pickers he would throw a fit and damage the floor. There was no point.
No, we just left them to it and didn’t ask questions. They seemed happy enough.
Women kissed toads and they turned into funny looking men that they then had to marry. Sometimes it’s best to leave a toad a toad.
We knew how to party
We had peeping Toms who ran about in nighties. We saw nothing wrong with this, in fact we even sang nursery rhymes about it.
and pets were allowed in shops
Kids went sailing with no adults or life jackets. No one thought anything of it.
We enjoyed books with pictures of pegs
Swines had flu
Cats did weird stuff
This made women more beautiful
and there was always a house in a forest
We always found a use for those left over milk bottles
and boys wore ties to breakfast
Everyone listened to records, and all parents were subjected to their children playing the recorder.
These never stayed on your feet, giving risk of broken neck/wrist/leg etc
and fishermen looked like this
Instead of taking a selfie to see what you looked like, you simply looked in a mirror.
Until the invention of computers and then all the fun stopped
It’s a pity we can’t go back there really.
And finally, one just for my parents. They will know why 🙂
This post has left me feeling nostalgic! The ladybird books were wonderful…Snow White and Rose red, The elves and the shoemaker and the magic porridge pot were particular favourites. I had totally forgotten about the Pig family until your pictures reminded me. Thanks for the memories!
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It had the same effect on me when I saw the first picture Lisa.So many memories! Apparently we insisted on the magic porridge pot every night. Follow the twitter account you’ll see loads more x
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The last story needs telling 🙂
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The last story was told over, and over, and over again! Much to my parents distress 😉
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Wow remember some of those pictures the porridge pot for example….great post
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Oh yes and the escalator scene comes from (on) the train with Uncle Mac – I have the book in a very battered state upstairs!
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Dear Sarah
I have been out of touch for too long but want to say that every story since I last communicated has been a special treasure and my day is truly brightened by its appearance. You just ‘ have the knack’ ! And I think the world agrees, so, even if I’ve said it before. …. More power to your elbow’ !
Am taking a lift to Edinburgh tomorrow with Graham whose going to London for a family funeral – big step for me as I’m slowed down after a winter without enough exercise…
Must make a date when I get back , lots of food for thought and chat from your deliverances!
Much love
Eliz
PS Still got our Ladybirds! Sent from my iPad
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Elizabeth that’s typical I was going to see if you were free Monday! Never mind, let me know when you’re free and we’ll catch up. I’d love to lion through the lady bird books! X
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Look not lion!
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