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we put a shovel in front and then a newspaper,,,if you wernt careful it would set on fire and stink the room out
 
James said:
BTW, we didn't buy any donkey stones at the shop that I can remember -- our Rag & Bone man used to give them out as payment for stuff given him. James
Ernie said:
On a serious note, the rag and bone man traded the donkey stone was my Father, he was the only R&B man who did that in Accy.
I lived in Burnley.
 
Granny Morris used to describe people with squints as "Skenning like a basket o' whelps". But we didn't have spills to light the gas, we had tapers (got them from Emily's in Henry Street).

The clout that you shouldn't cast had nothing to do with the month, by the way - it was the May blossom that had to be out before you could take the capsicum tissue from under your liberty bodice!
 
And were you told to 'Stop thi mitherin'.......?

I remember buying Donkey stones at Bob Wilkinsons Hardware shop on Nuttall St in Accrington......we used to have wax tapers as well as spills......the spills were rainbow coloured and I used to play with them...... My Auntie lived in Walsden and she still had gaslight up until 1970 when she left her little cottage and moved into a HFE.
 
GC.....we must've been a bit posh because we had a Zinc 'blower' instead of a shovel......we also had a gas poker, but that was only because we had an uncle who worked for the gas board and he got it cheap for us. I used to get severely told off for standing on the the red rubber tubing and making it go out.......My dad said I would get blown to kingdom come.......I wanted to go to find out where it was......silly girl!
 
My Great Aunt Agnes had gaslight for years - it made electric light look very harsh by comparison.

Her reason for sticking with it was that if the gas leaked, you could smell it, but if the electricity leaked, it could be all over the house before you knew about it .......
 
Oh, Pendy.....my gran was like that, she had spare plugs in all the sockets so that the electricity couldn't escape......no amount of explanations from my dad would reassure her that it didn't do that. It makes me smile to think about it now.
 
This is what my Dad would have said Staggers.
Wot dust tha mean.
Tha dunt ev ta speyk lik that.
Speyk propper.
When thas speykin t me.
Tha dunt ev ta gu or theer yon. T ged at it.
Just sit thi bottom on that cheer or theer.
If thas drippin wet get them clooas off an purem int back kitchen.
Get thi sel dried befoore tha catches tha death.
When we were sent to bed,we had to go up the airy mountens.
Some times they would be Dancers.
We had a guzzunder when me and my sister stopped at mi nans.
Why a guzzunder?
Because it gus under the bed of course.
 
Our stairs were the jolly dancers - we were also told a lot to put th'wood in th'ole (or please shut the door to the uninitiated)
 
pendy said:
My Great Aunt Agnes had gaslight for years - it made electric light look very harsh by comparison.

Her reason for sticking with it was that if the gas leaked, you could smell it, but if the electricity leaked, it could be all over the house before you knew about it .......

my word did i laugh at that pendy :rofl38: but i too had grandparents who were worried that 'leccy would escape.

makes me think of when i lived in croft street (Neto there now) and playing with melted tar in the summer and mi ma saying "thi'll git mucky n' thi'll ned a b'th" :engsmil: :dummy:
 
tha's nod as green as tha'art cabbage looking

thers nowt as griddle as wick

????????????

incidentally I am 28 and was in the new Accrington & Rossendale College construction building a few days ago and I remarked that I remember when this was all fields. I instantly felt octogenarian
 
[
quote=cashman]pumee stoning the step was another.[/quote]


The Pumice stone was used for sloughing hard skin off the feet, I think you mean 'donkey stoning' the step.
 
Ber999T said:
my word did i laugh at that pendy :rofl38: but i too had grandparents who were worried that 'leccy would escape.

makes me think of when i lived in croft street (Neto there now) and playing with melted tar in the summer and mi ma saying "thi'll git mucky n' thi'll ned a b'th" :engsmil: :dummy:
My dad worked on Croft St at the conveyor & elevator company, also wasn't there a tripe works at the end of the street?
 
heres a wee bit of northern ireland hospitality !! hope its not to rude and its still in use today
"Man, he's a fuggen dickbax, no bones about it. I'd knack the ballbegs ballix in...."
Translates as: I'm not particularly fond of said person in question, but by jove, I'd hit him if I saw him.

if this posts controversial tell me quick and i will remove it ..also if it offends anyone ..
 
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geoff70 said:
heres a wee bit of northern ireland hospitality !! hope its not to rude and its still in use today
"Man, he's a fuggen dickbax, no bones about it. I'd knack the ballbegs ballix in...."
Translates as: I'm not particularly fond of said person in question, but by jove, I'd hit him if I saw him.

if this posts controversial tell me quick and i will remove it ..also if it offends anyone ..

No Geoff, if the auto censor doesn't slap you it's ok.;)

I'm sure I don't know what it means, I'll have to get a little Northern Ireland dictionary.:)
 
Heres a word from the past, "Gradely", it was used in quite a few instances but loosely it meant good or something to be proud of as in "He's got himself a gradely car now instead of that old banger", or "About time tha got thi sel a gradely meal in thi".
 
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