Sarsaparilla pop in a earth jug at home or little bottles of Milk at school – then we had those funny Mobo shaped things – sometimes we got orange juice….Sorry Janet I’m back home 30 odd years ago…..
I am going to school up at Green Howarth, it weren’t that far from Miller Fold, but if you had little legs it seemed to be miles. Half way up on the bend was a little shop they sold Sports Mixtures from a brown cardboard box or you could have Fruit Salads. I always thought that the box made them special. Over road from the shop was the Red Lion, I can still smell the stale ale that use hang in the air each morning. Then on we went up to the school, we always use to stop and have a drink of stone cold water from the well that was built in to the wall opposite school house lane.
I remember a little old man the live on the row of cottages a side the Red Lion, he use to pass us walking back from the well with his pale of water.
One day my legs grew in to the right length to fit my mums old (by then) 1930s push bike. I only used it twice, My mate Ivor Lloyd borrowed it one day to go home from school, I think he was ill are something, anyway I walked up to his dads Farm up over top of Cross Edge. No one was there so I got my on my bike and set off.
I was going a fair crack when I notice the brakes weren’t working, faster and faster the bloody thing went and I couldn’t stop, I was laughing my head off and s****** myself at the same time, faster and faster…Then I saw a gap in the little retaining wall that held the bank back, about 25 yards just before you reach the pub. I aimed for it and shot up the little path that had developed over the years only to hit a big chunk of stone. Bang. It hurt, oh god it hurt, but I was still laughing when managed to stand up again. Memories eh...Sorry I couldn’t stop myself
