For
people of a certain age like me, it isn't just the mass immigration in to the UK, that has caused Britain to feel like a foreign country .....
No, there is also the fact that when we cast our minds back, many of the sights
and sounds of our childhoods are now long gone, and only live in ours, and our contemporaries, memories. Obviously, these memories are therefore doomed to
disappear from any collective consciousness over the next few
decades.
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There Are Still A Few Horse Totters About |
So
just for the record, here's
just a few of those sights and sounds, purely from my personal memory in
the UK ..... and from record where the post refers to foreign lands.
Rag
and Bone Men:
These
were still a common sight when I was a kid. And yes, they were still
on horse and carts like 'Steptoe and Son'. I vividly recall going to
look at the horses .... and my dad telling me to keep an eye on the
back garden, as he had car parts lying around (this was the age when
men still did their own car repairs), which he didn't want 'disappearing'. Nowadays, although there are still a few totters about, you mostly just see vans with tinkers roving around
looking for anything that they can lift, including public statues.
Knife Sharpeners:
These
men came around once or twice a year, and had a big grindstone
flywheel in the back of their vehicles (sometimes foot operated), from
which they would sharpen kitchen knives or garden spades etc - this
was a source of almost endless fascination to children, as the sparks flew
everywhere.
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Knife Sharpeners |
Organ
Grinders (aka Hurdy Gurdy Man):
With
or without the monkey, they were still about, although admittedly a
rare and dying breed even then .... I last recall seeing one in the UK when a circus turned up a few years ago, but I had seen them in the street when I was a
nipper. Health and Safety for animals will have killed most of those with animals off,
the others soon followed, all except the 'retro ones', you know the ones, the ones you see at 'school fayres',
usually manned by the maths teacher .... which don't count in my world.
Onion Men:
These
were a seasonal visitation of men on bikes, who were selling strings of onions
door to door ... I believe that the vendors were usually Spanish, or
occasionally French, and would even make it to small semi rural areas like ours. Of course not all of them went home .... My Grandmother took in lodgers, and 'Emanuel', one of her lodgers, had come over from the
continent selling onions but decided to stay. He still wore a beret!
I and my siblings were much impressed by this fact.
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Traditional Onion Men |
Wednesday
Half Day Closing:
Yep,
never mind Sunday shop opening, back when I was a lad, it was a
feature of street life that all the shops closed on a mid week
afternoon .... even the Co-Op. I can recall on a Wednesday
during the school holidays, having to run down to the
shops to get bread for my mother before 12:00 midday. Now of course shops are seven days a
week, and in some case 24hrs a day.
Harvest
Festival:
This
was still celebrated at school when I was a kid .... with the added
bonus that as I lived in an un-built up estate, with what was
then farmland all around the estate, we had real farmers produce on the
festival church altar. We walked from the school, down to St Philips the Unitarian (or
maybe C of E) church for the Harvest Festival carrying our offerings - usually in my case a can of peas (we didn't go to the
Roman Catholic church - St Patrick's - as they had their own school attached).
Wakes
Week:
They
were common enough around Lancashire when I moved there as a school
kid - they were called the 'Wakes Week' holidays, which became a
tradition in northern towns following the Industrial Revolution, so
the cotton mills and the manufacturing factories could be closed for
maintenance. So for example Oldham had one week closed down, and Salford had another
.. in fact they could occur any time between June to September, with a
different town on holiday each week — and although the workers were
not paid for these breaks, there was invariably a trip to Blackpool or another seaside resort, and often had a
'religious walk' for the children. These children's 'walks' still happen up here
in the North, but are not linked to 'Wakes Weeks' and are also largely gone, as less children are 'Christian'.
The
Pop Man:
A
van would call around once a week, a bit like the ice-cream man and
sell 'pop', which was carbonated drinks of different colours e.g. red
was 'strawberry', they had no 'cola', but they had 'Dandelion and Burdock'
which was a favourite, partly because it looked like Coke. You got a discount if you took the resealable
bottles back.
Green
Grocer Shop Vans:
These
were common a few decades ago, although not quite so in urbanised areas. I guess the
nearest equivalent we had at the time to 'on-line' shopping. A van with a shop in
the back would appear, and offer discounted 'farmers' products, as well
as a limited supply of canned items and bread. It was terribly
exciting to shop this way, even though we had a Co-Op down the road.
Cinema Clubs:
The
Saturday Club - either in a real cinema or in my case, the local
Church (St Phillips again), which had the kids cinema in the main church hall .... 'Flash
Gordon' or 'Superman', a cartoon, and a Western (mostly with Audie
Murphy), were the usual fare. When I later moved to a more urban area, there
was still a Saturday Club at the local proper cinema - but with better
movies.
These
changes are also happening overseas as well ...
Organ
Grinders in Mexico:
Apparently,
what has happened in the UK, is now occurring in Mexico .... gentleman like Don Odilon Jardines, who is now 73 years old, is the
oldest of the dying breed of Mexican organ grinders, a trade which
he's practised on the streets of Mexico City for all his life, and
which has paid him well enough for him to provide for his family, so that all
his children went to university. His grandson is a doctor and his son
is a government lawyer ... they even have an 'Organ Grinders union'.
But now beggars playing CD's in empty fake organs, and people using
the iPhone for their street music, has all but killed off the
tradition. Like the UK, it will be left to a few amateur enthusiasts
to keep it going.
Afilador's
in Spain:
Afilador,
translates into English as 'a sharpener' .... and is the knife grinder of
Spain .... there are probably only five left in the whole of Madrid,
and the situation is similar in the rest of Spain ..... like the
knife sharpeners of the UK they will soon be gone.
Handmade
Noodle Makers:
In
Taiwan, these are now a dying breed - noodles or rather hand-pulled
string noodles, called mian xian in Mandarin, have been made for
around 2,000 years, but now for the most part are made by machines -
Today only about 50 hand noodle makers are thought to remain in Taiwan.
Cigarette
Lighter Repair Men:
These
were very common in Turkey, even up until the 1990's, and could usually
be found at markets or on busy streets of big cities and towns such as Constantinople (Istanbul) or Bursa - these men would repair broken cigarette lighters for a few pence (I had
it done for a laugh for about 50 pence - which is what the lighter
had cost me in the same market!) - but now the throwaway lighter has killed many of these 'semi-skilled'
street artisans off.
Indian Street
Typists:
In
India, the illiterate or poor could get everything from a love letter
to a legal document typed, usually on an old Remington, by a legion
of 'trained' typists in the streets ... this was an essential service, as much
of the legal work had to be done in English (or that approximation which
anyone who works in IT will be familiar with, known as 'Inglish'),
but once, where there were thousands of such street typists in
Calcutta alone, now the numbers have dwindled to just a few hundred.
The laptop, tablet, and smart-phone email have killed this trade off, and its
thought that there will be no more such vendors, even in the most
backward of regions, by 2030.
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Indian Street Typists |
And finally, the Afghan box cameramen:
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Afghani Cameramen |
These street camera men use a simple wooden camera known in Dari (Afghan Persian) as the kamrae e-faoree - which are hand-made out of wood, the kamrae e-faoree is both a camera and darkroom. The
camera is completely manual - it does not use electricity - the
photographic process is analogue using chemicals and paper rather than
film. It has been used in the region for years, and generations of Afghans have had their portraits taken with it, but with the rise of smart-phones they are likely to have gone from the streets within a few years. Or of course the Taliban could be back, which will result in them being banned again.
Such
is progress eh? .....Still it was ever thus, and now many of us feel like strangers in a strange (or at least culturally poorer and less interesting) land.
I'm 65 and I recall many of the things you have mentioned, but you have missed a few.
ReplyDeleteThe Conker Season. Horse chestnuts being smashed out of trees making parks a hazard as planks, aimed at knocking conkers from trees fell to the earth.
There are probably other things, like going to the local 'Lido' which depend more on where you lived.
Good Spots ... I couldn't make the post too big, but your right, fancy me forgetting the conker season!! In fact I can feel a whole post coming on for that alone LOL.
DeleteSteam Trains and Rollers. Admittedly a technological change but sad just the same, a smell and sound that's disappeared.
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