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I remember being carried on my brothers shoulder as the burn had flooded over the road.I was about 3.

For my fourth birthday I got a wyndup bear with glasses on,she made a humming noise and she ironed away on a little board.

Marion

Hi Anne,

My first memory thats very clear is choking on a sausage and my auntie holding me upside down, Id have been about 2 and a half. I also remember watching the beverly hillbillies on an old B and w TV and my brother hiding from me at the park, I was terrified, boy did he get told off!!


Caz xx

I can remember being in my Grandads garden and jumping on an upturned box, I went through it and got a nail through my shin just above my ankle. I was just 3. Still got the scar but it's much higher up now....lol


Linda

Well I remember sitting on the lap of a lady in a train in Sept 1939 as we went on evacuation from London to Kent. The lady was the headmasters secretary and i had gone to School for two weeks with my elder bros & sis so I could be evacuated with them ,I was 2 years and 6 months old

I have 2 memories of when I was 3 years old.

First is a sad one.

My baby brother who was 11 weeks old died and I can remember a little white coffin on the sideboard.
In those days you had your loved ones at home before you buried them.

Now for the funny one.

My Grandmother took me shopping one day and we were stood at the bus stop. I remember her saying my Knicker elastic has gone. She had a bit of a wriggle stepped out of her knickers and put them in he bag. I still laugh every time I think of it. Big white bloomers they were too.


Regards
Jackie

my earliest memory is my grandmother singing 'pal of my cradle days' to me I was around 2 years old.

My pushchair had ahandle that folded in half which made the hinge open.To stop it opening there was a ring that slid over it.I can remember being pushed in my pushchair and playing with the ring,which I had been told never to do,and wondering if I could get away with not pinching my fingers.
This may have been the last time my grandmother pushed me in my pushchair as she refused after I got out and played merry hell because she would not get in and let me push her.It was walk everywhere with her after that.

My first memory, I think, is of my mum bringing me into the house in my pushchair, parking the pushchair in the hall, and starting to fold it up with me in it. I think I would have been just 2.

My earlierst memory that I can be sure of my age with, is coming downstairs one wintery morning with my big sister, and her stopping to point out of the window at the bottom of the stairs, and saying look, it's not the 1960's any more, it's 1970 today.

I would have been 2 years and 4 months.

Maria xx

I can remember sitting in my pram in the kitchen and being sick in my cot,wetting my nappy.The oddest memory I have is of standing in my cot,I must have just woken up from a sleep in the day, and wanting to be taken downstairs.I looked down at my feet and realized that my toes were not all seperate but the three middle ones were a group.
I always remember this when I see my feet,I just about can,but isn't it odd?

And diddly, died-ly doo,wouldn't you??

Thanks,Anne of G G, for that!!

Margotxx

I have two strange memories, in fact untill a few years ago I thought they were dreams, Talking to my parents one day I told them about the party on the waist ground across from my grandma's house and all the colours and the children and the adults laughing and singing, shocked my mother said that was VJ day I was about 9 months old.
The next is later I remember a back yard and a high brick wall and being very cold,there was snow drifted up against the wall and my dad throwing something and hearing a loud squeek. Mum told it was the terrible winter of 1947 and we had a problem with mice, my dad must have been so frustrated trying to get rid of them he through an axe up the yard at one and hit it. lol

Mares eat oats
and does eat oats
and little lambs eat ivy!!!!!

I remember being in my cot as toddler and being in the same room as my sisters...it was bedtime and they were fighting and messing about, my Dad came in to the room and smacked them both..they began to cry...furious I stood up in my cot and just told my dad to stop it.....wagging my finger as well...he roared with laughter and my mum hurried in also laughting and lay me back down....I know I told him to stop it but they heard a load of babbling...lol

Hello everyone.

I was 3 or 4-my first memories are:

My Dad singing "How Much Is That Doggie in the Window?" to me,

Mum singing "Bye,bye Blackbird" to me,& another
song which never made any sense to me. It had the
words "Mares eat oats, And little lambs eat ivy" , &
something about daisies-(I never quite found out what that song was.)

They used to sing "Twinkle,twinkle little star " to me a lot,too.

Also,standing inside the front gate,watching the" big kids", probably Preppies,walking to school,& saying hello to them as they walked past.

Funny the things that you remember....

xx Margot.

I remember going for a walk with my dad and coming back with my mam.

:-)

remember waking up in my cot one Christmas morning and finding my Christmas stocking - don't know how old I was - also remember my 4th birthday, running down the road thinking to myself "I'm 4, I'm 4!!!"

I was 7 when my sister was born - didn't like her then and don't much care for her now!!!!

Good morning Anne and All

I must have been about 4 yrs. old.
Can remember Mam meeting Dad at the station when he came home from 2nd.WW, he'd been stationed in the Middle East and came back in an US. troopship.,bringing home sugared almonds,Turkish delight and tins of fruit wrapped in khaki material.

We'd not seen or tasted any before and even now if I smell inside a tin of pears it's wonderful and i'm transported back to that happy day, with my Dad home safely. :O))

ooh Betty lol......not a pleasant memory for you at that age! x

Mau xx

I have a few memories of the house I was born in and I was only three when we moved to the East coast..........I can remember calling the old man up the road "a swine".........as he had said he was going to let his yorkshire terriers get our cat.Mum made me say sorry to him but he must have felt guilty as he gave me an easter egg..........lol I was about two and a half then.

Okay this will seem weird, but I think I can remember being christened.
For years I could remember being held laid down in someones arms and looking down a hill towards a roundabout and then being carried into this building.
Years and years later when we were visiting my grandparents in Manchester, we walked past a church and mum said "you were christened here" it was my memory place and yes so was the church.
I was 6 months old..

I can remember coming downstairs and finding a wood crate under the table, it was a dolls pram complete with lovely dolly, it was a christmas present from my aunt who lived in Wales, I took the doll out and put a old knitted one in!! I was about three years old.