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Harry, Yes what I knew as "Gobs" or "Fivestones" was also known as Jacks in some areas. Your memory of just how the game was played is obviously better than mine, and you are quite right.

Tec.

Following the Milk/Coal and Bread Delivery carts around with a Bucket and Shovel collecting from the horses for the garden.Stunk a bit but it was free manure for the garden.**M**.

Last call for me on this one. Both Linda and Rita recall happy memories - but not the hand-bags may I hasten to say.
Thanks for sharing.

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Ohhh loved the whip and top. We would chalk all kinds of designs on the tops in so many different colours..then when spun took on all kinds of other shapes!

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Linda

Tecwyn, Wasn;t that 'jacks' which you could buy if you were posh. The ones you threw in the air had to be caught on the back of your hand, while you picking up the ones on the ground, ending up with all five on the back of your hand.

Thanks to Rita and Eddie. Shrapnel and tops take me back.

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Does anyone remember a game called "Gobs" or "Fivestones"
You could play with just five pebbles or small stones, but could buy a set of Gobs, usually in pastel colours about the size of dice.
The idea was to throw one up in the air and see how many of the four remaining you could pick up before the one you'd thrown up came down for you to catch.

Tec.

Never had success with top. Gave up in the end.

Collecting the shrapnel from anti-aircraft shells from the local streets and fields and selling it to the rag and bone man for a few pennies.

Magical stuff there folks/hooligan Tecwyn. Speaking of marbles , we used to play in the enries at the side of the house. We also played Fag cards (spares from the sets) and threw them on the ground. When someone overlapped one they kept the lot.

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The talk of garden sheds reminded me of the summer holidays of 1950.
Being bored and playing in the back garden, myself and three friends decided to catch as many cats as we could from the neighbourhood and put them in my fathers shed where he kept his bike that he used for work.
Throughout the afternoon we collected 18 cats of all types and colours, and popped them gently through the window of the shed. The noise emanating from the shed was incredible.
My father returning from work opened the shed door to put his bike away, and was nearly knocked over as the 18 captive cats came screaming out and ran off in all directions for home.
For my trouble I was sent to bed without my tea, but soon after could hear my father roaring with laughter downstairs.
The shed smelt of cats for weeks - evil little boys.

Tec.

That surprises me - they used to sell big sheets of them or tear off how many you could afford with your 6d! The Victorians were heavily into scrap books - always being sold on various antique shows.

There was the game - Fortune telling - folded paper into different compartments, write a fortune on them and Bob's your uncle!

Hello Chris, although I am Derbyshire born, I lived my childhood in Scotland. When I have mentioned 'scraps' to people, many have not heard of them LOL
Julia in Derbyshire

Hi fellow Hooligans and Harry :O)

Now does anyone remember doing this at school playtime? (sorry it's a bit long winded to explain i'm afraid lol )...............We each took a large reading book,and between each page we'd put different scraps or pressed flowers,coloured silver paper, cut out poems or film stars pics. well anything really that we thought was interesting!
We put pins behind our jacket lapel and then asked a pal to take one and stick it into the pages, they then kept their 'precious find'.
I might add this was about 1951,but haven't met anyone who played this game. We thought this was great fun....but then I think we were easily pleased lol

Mau xx

Julia - I am a northern lass married to a Hampshire Hog!!!!!

Chris in Wessex, I did that as a child. The buying,collecting and swapping of 'scraps'. I always thought it was a Scottish/Northern England thing.
Julia in Derbyshire

My first kiss, at ten years old, with a boy called Seamus. To cover up his embarrassment all he could say was....'you have big feet'...I was devastated! lol BC XX

The seasons, - season for new ropes and skipping, season for hopscotch, season for playing 3 or even 4 ball against the walls, season when girls were invited to play cricket and always got the boring bits like fielding - never ever allowed to bat or bowl!

Buying, collecting and swopping 'scraps'.

As I said. All ex hooligans. Thanks Maggie, all good stuff - some of it rings bells.

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My elder brothers making a go- cart - and letting me have first go!!

...it was only years later, I realised I had 'first go' to see if the thing fell apart, or whether the brakes worked!!!!

Colin - who liked to lock me and my friend Elaine in his dads shed - strange boy.
Gosh, didn't he squeal and cry when Elaine and I locked HIM in the shed - and went home!!

Whilst at church, Elaine and I used to see how many 'Imps' we could put in our mouths and still sing.

We also wondered about the vicar's son - who had a monobrow.......

Some really nice stufff from an obvious bunch of ex hooligans. Many thanks for your interesting replies.

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