tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post2976205697294014027..comments2024-03-27T11:18:59.924+00:00Comments on Sun Dried Sparrows: The long hot Summers of childhoodChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-26920478301114512222018-08-01T11:47:22.380+01:002018-08-01T11:47:22.380+01:00D'ya know, I didn't know you could still g...D'ya know, I didn't know you could still get them, although I suppose truth is I haven't actually looked. I even wondered if they might be deemed too "dangerous" along with several other toys/games of our youth - I'm so glad they're not and that your kids play with them. Never has a ball been so aptly named!Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-4817621116156260632018-07-31T20:01:47.538+01:002018-07-31T20:01:47.538+01:00Super Balls never go out of style. My kids love &#...Super Balls never go out of style. My kids love 'em and ask to get new ones all of the time. They do get lost.Brianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04321051045499549249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-54594753343718493762018-07-30T16:06:52.835+01:002018-07-30T16:06:52.835+01:00Haha yes, not only consistently hot sunny Summer h...Haha yes, not only consistently hot sunny Summer hols but of course snowy Christmas hols too, full of sledges and snowballs, every year.... Funny how we colour our memories like this so subconsciously.<br /><br />Love your description - had no idea what a Jubbly was though and had to ask Mr SDS who immediately came up with very similar recollections! I wonder why they don't make them any more....Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-42796606887024583842018-07-30T16:04:25.914+01:002018-07-30T16:04:25.914+01:00If written by the victors, then good for us :-)If written by the victors, then good for us :-)Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-2653951599136406332018-07-30T16:03:38.182+01:002018-07-30T16:03:38.182+01:00Thanks Rol. Ah, lots of Superball love here, I ha...Thanks Rol. Ah, lots of Superball love here, I had no idea!Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-28401343576166322432018-07-30T16:03:04.364+01:002018-07-30T16:03:04.364+01:00That's really reassuring, Yve. Yes I think you...That's really reassuring, Yve. Yes I think you're right, perhaps it's the difference between town and country. I do hope the tide will turn again generally for all kids some day.<br /><br />And Alyson, yes, I hadn't even thought about the difference in traffic, a big change there. As for the unmentionable, feel free to mention it - in the same boat here! I have even had a post idea brewing about this very subject, but don't wish to alienate our lovely male readers... on the other hand, isn't the very fact that I might worry (probably unduly) about such a thing all part of the problem?!Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-91599745140688723652018-07-30T14:05:03.153+01:002018-07-30T14:05:03.153+01:00Now that I come to think about it, you're quit...Now that I come to think about it, you're quite right C. Back then Summers (school Summer holidays anyway) seemed hot and endless, while Winters were snowy and bitterly cold - wasn't *every* Christmas a White Christmas when we were young? In my mind that's the way it was anyway. I don't recall any chilly, damp Summers or overly mild Winters. <br />In the heat of a hot Summer day I'd go up to Mr & Mrs Strutt's sweet shop (crossing the main road on the way) or down to the bottom of my street to Cissy Green's (which was what would now be called a convenience store, but was in reality a dirty shop full of stuff in cardboard boxes overseen by Cissy herself, who sat in the corner puffing on her ever present ciggy) to buy myself a jubbly. Bigger than an ice cream, denser than an ice lolly and far cheaper than both (tuppence as I recall). A pain to consume though. As much ended up on the ground as in my mouth. Too bigger bite resulted in the brain freeze headache from hell!The Swedehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13237251779370596904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-70589671788584700902018-07-30T11:10:15.680+01:002018-07-30T11:10:15.680+01:00It's great to hear that kids in rural areas st...It's great to hear that kids in rural areas still have that kind of childhood. I think the biggest problem in towns and cities is the sheer amount of traffic and, sad to say, there would always be someone ready to alert the authorities if youngish children appeared to be unsupervised - A parent's nightmare scenario.<br /><br /><br />And to C, yes thanks for reminding me that we did all partake in what would be seen as boyish activities as preteens. Such a carefree time and then wallop, the hormones kick in and life for females gets a whole lot trickier for a long, long, time. In my late 50s now and those flipping hormones (or the lack of them) are still causing no end of problems. Ooh, I've mentioned the unmentionable!!Alysonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15671033552961486737noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-17833599768975844712018-07-30T09:23:56.006+01:002018-07-30T09:23:56.006+01:00I remember a lot of things that aren't there a...I remember a lot of things that aren't there any more. We have become history.Martinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05267504526414194713noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-9508559162212921802018-07-29T20:36:19.923+01:002018-07-29T20:36:19.923+01:00Great writing, C. Yes, all the summers I remember ...Great writing, C. Yes, all the summers I remember from my youth were glorious too. And Superballs!Rolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02103804480646939038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-11972412495435000522018-07-29T14:29:44.377+01:002018-07-29T14:29:44.377+01:00Thanks Alyson - didn't want to get too nostalg...Thanks Alyson - didn't want to get too nostalgic but the whole feel of those childhood Summers has been so much in the forefront of my mind with the wall-to-wall sunshine we've been experiencing these last weeks. Of course now it's Autumn. Wet and windy and fallen leaves everywhere, totally different! <br /><br />As with Circe's Attic and Yve above, lovely to read of your childhood exploits too. Interesting that we're all female and our activities were so boyish - I suppose we didn't even think of them in those terms, it wasn't about girls doing one thing and boys doing another, it was just about being a kid.<br /><br />Like you also, I am so glad of my childhood freedom. I cannot imagine growing up with so much supervision and restriction that seems to be the norm now. How did it get to that, I don't even know. Is it too late for a more free attitude to come round again? A backlash against this over-protection? Even without children or grandchildren to think about myself, I can't help but hoping it's not and that somehow in the future it will all come round again. But sadly find myself doubting it will.<br />Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-57657963167299005412018-07-29T14:22:56.139+01:002018-07-29T14:22:56.139+01:00Glad to have reminded you of those balls - they we...Glad to have reminded you of those balls - they were brilliant - I'd like one now if I had a decent wall to bounce it against without the risk of a shattered window...<br />Lovely description of your surroundings there; I can absolutely picture it.Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-64122579902504305642018-07-29T14:18:27.184+01:002018-07-29T14:18:27.184+01:00Perfect. And yes, not allowed indoors until tea t...Perfect. And yes, not allowed indoors until tea time - which suited us fine. In fact I remember those Summer evenings when it was so light and warm so late that I had to be ordered to come indoors because it was already way past bedtime.Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-62265090981449945012018-07-29T10:09:53.320+01:002018-07-29T10:09:53.320+01:00Well C, you have definitely found your blogging mo...Well C, you have definitely found your blogging mojo again. This is a wonderful account of what we "of a certain age" remember as being just an average summer, nothing remarkable what with heatwaves etc! I don't know how many ice poles (pops down south obviously) I must have consumed during my childhood but I'd forgotten just how concentrated that syrup must have been and that the green one was the most intense of all. Loved my super bouncy ball too and could be entertained for hours going through the ritual of hitting every stone block of a certain hue on the gable end of my house, on rotation. My grandparents lived next door and they had all the cousins to stay over the course of the summer so there was a constant stream of playmates to head off on adventures with - Exploring the woods, climbing the ruined castle on a hill and heading to the park with it's death-defying apparatus - chutes of astronomical height and roundabouts of metal that could reach Mach 2 speeds (all gone now). It always felt like summer because even if it was raining we always wore shorts and sandals. On bad weather days you just added a woolly pully or a cagoule.<br /><br /><br />Sadly my daughter did not have this kind of childhood summer, not that we didn't let her, but by the turn of the millennium very few children were allowed to head off unsupervised for the day - Everything has to be structured and heavily supervised/regulated nowadays (and is expensive). Problem is they reach 16-18 and are suddenly let loose on the world and are totally inexperienced in fending for themselves and making streetwise decisions. Goodness knows what it'll be like for my grandchildren (if that ever happens) but not going to be like our summer childhoods that's for sure. <br /><br /><br />Thanks for reminding us of all those great aspects of OUR childhood summers - A great time to have been that age. Alysonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15671033552961486737noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-69624896907240962892018-07-27T22:35:53.808+01:002018-07-27T22:35:53.808+01:00All day every day in camps with old ridge tents un...All day every day in camps with old ridge tents under the trees in the garden and in the evenings races on roller skates or scooters down the hill onto the main road ( so few cars!) I can't remember being allowed indoors until tea time.Circe's Attichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12123904248094064043noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-52670001033951620562018-07-27T17:19:30.265+01:002018-07-27T17:19:30.265+01:00It's a tough world out there, isn't it? B...It's a tough world out there, isn't it? Being someone's kid brother pretty much meant automatic exclusion anyway - but he was also a cry-baby. No-one wants a cry-baby for a secret agent.Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-89703633693190073722018-07-27T17:07:18.532+01:002018-07-27T17:07:18.532+01:00Why am I feeling kinda sorry for a kid I never met...Why am I feeling kinda sorry for a kid I never met - though whose name I share - from a town I never lived in, and from a time long, long ago?John Meddhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10547777949324509522noreply@blogger.com