Stories from your childhood

VJ

I remember when Jim Levin played for Dublin.
At least I think I do.






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Edited by Biker Pat - 16-July-2018 at 17:15

Lol, great story Pogue. Actually my best mate's da (RIP) was from Glasgow (I think). He had the strongest Scottish accent I ever heard. I must have known the man the guts of 40 years, had many's the conversation with him. I never, ever, had the faintest idea what he was saying, genuinely! But I kept up my half of the conversations! No wonder he was always looking at me in a really weird way

Myself and a brother shared a room and we'd sometimes scrap over something.

Maybe name calling or the like.

But we'd always scrap as silently as we could but sure the Ma could hear us rolling around on the floor etc.

She'd say later "I can hear ye with ye're silent fighting, ye're like a pair of animals fighting over a meal"

(See "interesting quotes" thread for the story of my creation )

Ha ha, like that story Pat.

I never ate a single vegetable growing up (well, potatoes and peas, that was it)

The first meal my wife made after we got married contained a variety of vegetables ( she loves every and any vegetable). When I mentioned that I "didn't really eat" vegetables, her reply was that immortal phrase "you can eat your dinner or you can wear it". Funny, I've eaten veg ever since, and grown to like most of them

I'm one of ten kids (spanning 15 years in age). In our house the floor was swept after every meal and dishes washed and dried by the younger non-wage earners. Every Saturday night my mother would spread polish on the every floor, put the sisters' nylons on us and off we'd go sliding around the house all night until it was shiny new. 

My Ma had this yoke she made up herself to polish the floors of a Saturday evening. We'd give sliding a lash in our well used socks till we were herded to the bathroom to be scrubbed one after another in the same bath water. No central heating in those days. Back boiler coal and slack.

Once scrubbed and pajmaised down to the black and whitevtv , rabbits ears adjusted, to watch the Virginian or The Avengers or The Fugitive.

If we were lucky some Cadbury treats were provided.

But fasting and Holy Communion loomed darkly for the next morning no matter how any of the shows turned out

We had no money but as a kid I lived the life of luxury with two sisters working in Cadburys and an aunt working in Jacobs. Friday nights in our house were scattered with brown paper bags filled with broken Crunchies, Broken Biscuits, Broken Club Milks,  Broken boxes of Milk Tray, Chocolate Bars and every other chocolate thing that could possibly break. We even took orders from the neighbours...I confided in Bob Dylan the last time we met and he wrote this song about it:

Edited by Pogue Mahoney - 17-July-2018 at 20:42

I only wasted 3 months listening to Rod but possibly wasted 12 years listening to Dylan. If you don't believe me, ask me anything about Dylan and I'll Google it for you.

Remember when your big brothers would go into the coal closet, let big farts, push you in and hold the door closed?