General Chat

Just heard the call of "rang and bone" ringing out around the estate.

Not the same when they drive around in a white transit pickup using a megaphone. All they seem to pick up nowadays is old metal items

Used to love seeing the horse and cart.

I haven't seen a rag and bone man for years.
When I was young, my sister and I used to beg Mum for a carrot to feed the rag and bone man's horse.. He was a kindly man, who used to sit with his one leg dangling over the side of the cart. In reflection, perhaps he lost the other one in the war.
One day he asked where my sister was. She was in hospital, so he asked if I would like a baby rabbit to keep me company. This was duly arranged and we collected a baby rabbit from his house and had it for many years.

Gwyn

I didn't half used to fancy Harry H Corbett!

I used to fancy his Dad!!! :-D

Not a lot I can add to that :-D

'Aroldddddd !!! :-D :-D :-D

You know those dreams you have ( when you are asleep) when you dream you are doing you know. well I had one about Albert Steptoe.

I don't really like to go to sleep anymore!

we have about 3 round here can tell them apart from their different calls

A really nice family lived two doors down from us yonks ago, who were gypsies.I didn't really know what that meant, only that they were such nice people.He was a 'rag & bone man', used to come around with his horse & cart, calling "old rags & lumber", which I didn't understand. If you gave old clothes, you would get a goldfish...never got one of course.Their house was magicical, lines hanging all over the place, with old clothes hanging on them.Thoroughly good people, I loved going into their house, they were very hospitable.When I came over to Holland, a man came around every friday evening for the veg. peelings, we had his 'snaps' ready of course.Shame that such colourful characters have gone!

Gypsies were the original recyclers. Scrapyards have been quietly recycling metal for years and where would we be without them? Gypsies were usually the people whoo collected pig swill when it was legal to do so.

The world wwould be a dirtier place without them.

I used to wait for the Rag and Bone man and would pester my mum for anything she could spare. We did get a few goldfish and one lived for several years.
True Story.
I was about 8 years old and suddenly I heard tne noise of the bell ringing and the Rag and Bone man calling. I rushed to my mother and pleaded for anything and the she said ' if you take your dads bluish jacket down from the hook you can have that, it will find some thing else for tne church good as new table". So offi rushed, picked up the jacket, found the rag man and gave it to him. He gave me two gold fish in a bowl.....wow, a rang back home added some water and fed the fish.
At 9 o'clock that evening I was woken by moy mother...she was very angry..I had given away the new jacket NOT the old one and it had dads money in it.

I never went to the Rag and Bone man again.

Loved the goldfish though!!

Bridget

You might like to hear the sound of the rag and bone man, but not me. My dad kept his eye on the horses posterior and guess who had to go out with the bucket and spade to get manure - for marigolds!!!

Happy days

The local scrap yard has horses and they put a trailer full of manure outside for people to help themselves

We have the white van and a tannoy thingie....you have to watch them though or they will take without asking!!

jude