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Post by bigbear67 on Mar 31, 2019 7:18:45 GMT
When you can remember dustbin men in leather jerkins who came up your path to pick up the galvanised bin, carried them on their backs & brought them back up to your house when empty.
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Post by fenrisulfr on Mar 31, 2019 9:13:18 GMT
When you can remember dustbin men in leather jerkins who came up your path to pick up the galvanised bin, carried them on their backs & brought them back up to your house when empty. When I was about 14, went through a railway phase, used to womble stuff off derelect carraiges and stock at a siding about a mile and a half from home. Took possession of a GWR cast iron sleeper chair which was bloody heavy and got it home on my bike. After a bollocking off the old man for collecting rubbish I stuck it in the dustbin, a big galvanised one like all had in those days. I didn't see the dustman collect it but it was emptied as normal and those bins were heavy when full without any 'extras'. 
There was none of this putting your bins out then either, the dustman would come to the back of the house into the yard to collect and return the bin, shutting doors and gates after him. They always got tipped at Christmas so as to keep them happy, like the post, milk and paperboy.
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Post by fenrisulfr on Mar 31, 2019 9:18:41 GMT
when you can remember the rag and bone man on his hoss and cart or gypsies going door to door selling clothes pegs and heather.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2019 9:44:38 GMT
One of my earliest memories was me, as a toddler, standing underneath the rag and bone man's horse, cuddling it's back leg, horrifying my mother. I have loved horses all my life, the only one in my family to do so.
I also remember the feeling of utter familiarity with the animal, though I had possibly never been near a horse before. (In this lifetime).
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Post by cornishharry on Mar 31, 2019 10:19:07 GMT
helped a mate out in the early seventies, drove his hoss an cart totting around the streets of bristol, big bell and shouting RAG AN BONE
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Post by NomadCris on Mar 31, 2019 12:02:27 GMT
The Rag n bone man that come round our village he used to sing 'old iron.. Any old iron' he had the most perfect baritone singing voice.He used to give goldfish or hen chicks away to us kids for the scrap.All our chickens and goldfish came via the rag n bone man.
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Post by NomadCris on Mar 31, 2019 12:12:33 GMT
When you can remember dustbin men in leather jerkins who came up your path to pick up the galvanised bin, carried them on their backs & brought them back up to your house when empty. The bin men were strong blokes,you couldnt get on the bins unless you could lift heavy weights,we youngsters used to have trials of strength competitions with the bin men when they came round on bin day,now they wont empty your wheelie bin if its too heavy. I remember as a kid watching the guys unload the railway wagons in our village as a kid.Grain sacks were 200lb and they chucked them about like feather pillows.Lorry driver had to load them all on his wagon by hand,non of this fork lift business like now. |
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Post by VanWoman84 on Mar 31, 2019 13:16:00 GMT
When you can remember dustbin men in leather jerkins who came up your path to pick up the galvanised bin, carried them on their backs & brought them back up to your house when empty. The bin were strong blokes,you couldnt get on the bins unless you could lift heavy weights,we youngsters used to have trials of strength competitions with the bin men when they came round on bin day,now they wont empty your wheelie bin if its too heavy. I remember as a kid watching the guys unload the railway wagons in our village as a kid.Grain sacks were 200lb and they chucked them about like feather pillows.Lorry driver had to load them all on his wagon by hand,non of this fork lift business like now. Which is exactly why obesity is epidemic now. |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2019 14:06:46 GMT
Road sweeper was the last 'proper/on the cards ' job I had , 18 years old , I lasted 6 weeks , I thought I would find loads of stuff . I didn't ! First wheelie I had , I filled to the top with broken glass, the handles broke of when the dustbin lorry tried to pick it up  |
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Post by NomadCris on Mar 31, 2019 14:22:38 GMT
A ton of broken glass is probably a bit much |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2019 14:26:50 GMT
Shame I couldn't flog it a cullet , it had been on the back of my truck for months.Ended up taking it to the landfill.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2019 14:28:24 GMT
You know your old when you used to scrap crittal windows |
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Post by bernie on Apr 2, 2019 21:41:26 GMT
You know your old when you used to scrap crittal windows Yessss! I can relate to that one. I still clean (very few admittedly) some crittal windows |
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Post by bernie on Apr 2, 2019 21:52:52 GMT
When you can remember dustbin men in leather jerkins who came up your path to pick up the galvanised bin, carried them on their backs & brought them back up to your house when empty. When I was about 14, went through a railway phase, used to womble stuff off derelect carraiges and stock at a siding about a mile and a half from home. Took possession of a GWR cast iron sleeper chair which was bloody heavy and got it home on my bike. After a bollocking off the old man for collecting rubbish I stuck it in the dustbin, a big galvanised one like all had in those days. I didn't see the dustman collect it but it was emptied as normal and those bins were heavy when full without any 'extras'.
There was none of this putting your bins out then either, the dustman would come to the back of the house into the yard to collect and return the bin, shutting doors and gates after him. They always got tipped at Christmas so as to keep them happy, like the post, milk and paperboy.
Some of that stuff is worth an absolute F**king fortune now. When my mate Colin died he had loads of old railway cast iron signs. He worked on the railway and when he took things down he brought them home and chucked them in his garden. They went to auction and fetched £14,000 which went to his nephews who never went near him when he was alive because (frankly) he was an embarrassment. But his money clearly wasn't after he died. |
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Post by NomadCris on Apr 2, 2019 22:19:35 GMT
When the police find you wardering the streets in you pyjamas at 3am
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