Anyone got tales to tell about childhood chrismas.

[janloot]

the notes up the chimney was a classic, i was the clever ---- that didnt beleave, but still the notes went up , i dont really know where i thought they was going, alsorts of dreams about things that our houshold could never afford, but the notes still went up ,

[Eric]

Originally Posted by janloot

the notes up the chimney was a classic, i was the clever ---- that didnt beleave, but still the notes went up , i dont really know where i thought they was going, alsorts of dreams about things that our houshold could never afford, but the notes still went up ,

Yeah ... but do you remember what happened when the sweep did the chimney? Little pieces of paper which had got stuck in the flue came down with the soot.

[Eric]

Originally Posted by cashman

That probably encouraged me to be a drunkard!!

You needed encouragement I always think of you as a self-motivator.

[Sunflower49]

Originally Posted by churchfcrules

What were these sugared pigs of what you speak?

Like a sugar mouse, and not that lass from Yorkshire ?

Originally Posted by Margaret Pilkington

You are right on the counts of it being deep and questionable Kate.

I quite liked them, but never ate one all at one go......I would nibble it over a couple of days......break pieces off and suck the lovely rose flavoured sweetness.
I only ever got one at Christmas and preferred the sugar pig to the sugar mice......I could eat a sugar mouse in one go!

*HIDES*


I get sugarmice sent to me quite often lol. It's a nickname from when I did a lot of rescuing and rehoming of rodents, my first hamster was a gorgeous fluffy furbeast called Sugarmouse and my rescue was named after him.
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I have nothing constructive to put to the xmas thread!

[Margaret Pilkington]

It didn't ask for constructive sugarmouse......blow the dust off your memories and post them on here I'm sure they would be interesting.

[Sunflower49]

Not sure if I want to,they're all depressing!

[JoanR]

When I was at Benjamin Hargreaves School in Standard 1, Miss Wilson was the teacher. As Christmas neared we were asked to bring jelly and blancmange packets for a party. There was a cooking stove at the back of the classroom and on the morning of the party Miss Wilson cooked the blancmanges. I remember the warmth and the wonderful sweet smell as we did our work. At the party we sat on benches alongside long tables, and one of the benches collapsed at one end and several children slid off. It would be 1944 or 1945. I think the whole school was present but it was a small school. It's the only time I remember a Christmas party at school.

There was a party at New Jerusalem Sunday School as well, one Saturday afternoon, maybe the same year. Father Christmas came and we were given a present and an orange. All the presents were wrapped and I got a paintbox.

[Eric]

Originally Posted by JoanR

When I was at Benjamin Hargreaves School in Standard 1, Miss Wilson was the teacher. As Christmas neared we were asked to bring jelly and blancmange packets for a party. There was a cooking stove at the back of the classroom and on the morning of the party Miss Wilson cooked the blancmanges. I remember the warmth and the wonderful sweet smell as we did our work. At the party we sat on benches alongside long tables, and one of the benches collapsed at one end and several children slid off. It would be 1944 or 1945. I think the whole school was present but it was a small school. It's the only time I remember a Christmas party at school.

There was a party at New Jerusalem Sunday School as well, one Saturday afternoon, maybe the same year. Father Christmas came and we were given a present and an orange. All the presents were wrapped and I got a paintbox.

Would that be the New Jerusalem Sunday School in Clayton? I remember going to kids' parties there in the late forties and early fifties. My mom went to that church.

[susie123]

Originally Posted by Eric

Would that be the New Jerusalem Sunday School in Clayton? I remember going to kids' parties there in the late forties and early fifties. My mom went to that church.

I expect it was the one in Accy if it were near Benjamin Hargreaves School.

[JoanR]

It was the Accrington New Jerusalem church, the Sunday School on Hargreaves Street.