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Eric said:
For some reason "spanish jink" is part of my memory ... we were living on Queen Street ... number 29, I think ... and all the kids called it that. And, of course, I know it was the hard stuff (I'm having a slurp right now;)) ... I'm not daft enough to think it was the other kind ... and who would waste pomfret cakes?:D If memory serves ... and it doesn't always ... were not candies on the sugar coupon.:confused:

Oh, and I'm metaphorically stomping my memory for all this stuff ... there; that keeps us more or less on topic.:D
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The penny Spanish was soft(I never said you were daft Eric - but there are others who may not be quite the same era, it was a clarification for them)...and much much bigger and sweeter too.
Pomfret cakes were something else.......not within our financial reach.
The deposit on a Cheshire milk bottle was three hapence.....enough for the loaf and Spanish.
 
I remember my Dad talking about something he called "Jinkin" - could have been the same stuff. He grew up in Droylsden.
 
Jinking was summat else Turtle, as far as i'm aware, Me Nan n Mam used to say i'll Jink yeh, waving there fist under me nose, when i was outa order, thats all i ever knew it as.:)
 
Margaret Pilkington said:
I can't recall sweets being on ration when I was little......we still didn't get them though.
There were other things that the money went on(penny hovis and a ha'penny Spanish).
I only remember it being Spanish water.....it was always made up in a glass medicine bottle, with a cork in the top.......and we never ever hit anyone over the head with the bottle(to stay on topic).
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Sugar rationing stopped in about 1953 so I guess sweets also came off ration then. My Aunt queued for over 2hours whilst on holiday in Weston -S -Mare to get me an off ration Candy Floss in 1947.
 
I would have been six when sugar came off ration, but I honestly cannot recall it.....as I said........Sweets were not part of our daily routine.
 
Margaret Pilkington said:
The penny Spanish was soft(I never said you were daft Eric - but there are others who may not be quite the same era, it was a clarification for them)...and much much bigger and sweeter too.
Pomfret cakes were something else.......not within our financial reach.
The deposit on a Cheshire milk bottle was three hapence.....enough for the loaf and Spanish.
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What about liquorice root Margaret? We chewed the living daylights out of those little twigs to get every last bit of taste out of them.
Bought them from the little shop on South Street, Atarah will remember them. :D
 
Yes, but you couldn't make Spanish water out of it.
My horrible brothers once gave me an ordinary twig telling me it was liquorice root.....they didn't fool me...it looked nothing like what they were chewing on.
 
Margaret Pilkington said:
Yes, parental guidance has a lot to do with it.
We seem to have fallen into the trap of becoming soft parents.....those who want to be their child's best friend.
You can only be your child's best friend once your child turns 40.
My parents were strict with us.....we were under their roof and they made the rules.....if we did not like their rules we were free to go and live with our friends parents(who always seemed far more lenient).
I was strict with my daughter.....my husband less so, and we had many heated discussions about the rights and wrongs of parenting.
My daughter now has two children of her own.
Whose rules do you think she has adopted?
Children need boundaries to push.......but they need to know that the boundaries are for their benefit.
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strange thing with what you said on this Margret my youngest would complain about the rules...but all his friends always want to come over because I "did have the rules"
 
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