More Tanners and Bobs by Anon

My oh my, every word rings a bell, not only ‘jumpers for goalposts’ but other things as well.
Throwing sticks into trees, those conkers WILL fall, bikes with no brakes, a fixed wheel was all, ‘cowhorn’ handlebars, no mudguards at all.


Throwing stones at each other, health and safety unknown, no hard hat playing cricket, plastic ‘box’ for your manhood but no case for your phone. Phones were in boxes that stood on the street, bright red, firmly they’d stand, no phone in your pocket, that was just for your hand.


No TV at home, that was a luxury for the others, Saturday morning pictures with a shilling from our Mother’s. Sixpence to get in, sixpence to spend, hours in the sweet shop, the choices? No end. Blackjacks, fruit salad, sherbet fountain, gob stopper, maybe a jubbly? or maybe a ‘whoppa’?


A teatime, a bedtime, no ‘raking the streets’, food that was ‘good for you’ with very few treats.


School uniform, short trousers, cap, satchel, a tie. Darned holes in your socks, leaky pens, that awful blue dye. Blackboard dusters, ammunition for ‘Sir’, It came your way if his wrath you’d incur. The cane, the slipper, or the flat of his hand, no redress for violence, parents didn’t understand. “You must have deserved it, they don’t punish you for nought” “you’re not there to have fun, you’re there to be taught”.


Well taught I was, and taught well may I say, It gave me the values I hold to this day.
Respect for those wiser, consideration of others, role models to emulate, love for our Mothers.


At the time there were no grudges, it was just part of life, we had FUN without telly, or computers, no strife. Modern kids miss out on the lessons we learned, they expect all to be given, nothing is earned.

Tanners and Bobs by David Wood

Back in the days of tanners and bobs, when Mothers had patience and Fathers had jobs. When football team families wore hand me down shoes, and T.V. gave only two channels to choose.

Back in the days of three penny bits, when schools employed nurses to search for your nits. When snowballs were harmless; ice slides were permitted and all of your jumpers were warm and hand knitted. Back in the days of hot ginger beers, when children remained so for more than six years. When children respected what older folks said, and pot was a thing you kept under your bed. Back in the days of Listen with Mother, when neighbours were friendly and talked to each other.

When cars were so rare you could play in the street. When Doctors made house calls; Police walked the beat. Back in the days of Milligan’s Goons, when butter was butter and songs all had tunes. It was dumplings for dinner and trifle for tea, and your annual break was a day by the sea. Back in the days of Dixon’s Dock Green, Crackerjack pens and Lyons ice cream.

When children could freely wear National Health glasses, and teachers all stood at the FRONT of their classes. Back in the days of rocking and reeling, when mobiles were things that you hung from the ceiling. When woodwork and pottery got taught in schools, and everyone dreamed of a win on the pools. Back in the days when I was a lad, I can’t help but smile for the fun that I had. Hopscotch and roller skates; snowballs to lob. Back in the days of tanners and bobs.

David Wood