Yes, we had a full turkey roast with all the trimmings. We pulled crackers, put on our paper hats and read out the mottos, told corny jokes, played “Who am I?” And Charades.
Why ? You may ask.
Simply, Gerry and I were too ill on the run up to and thru Christmas and New Year.
We were supposed to go to my daughters for Christmas dinner, but it didn’t happen, and it was decided to defer to a later date. I made a chocolate bomb back in December. Since then, it has been languishing in our freezer. The bomb was delivered, and chocolate sauce made applied and duly devoured.
Chocolate Bomb
And that’s how we ended up celebrating Christmas in March.
We had a fine old time and returned home after five or so hours, feeling pleasantly plump.
From my cracker ….
JOKE
What did the Scarf say to the hat ?
I’ll hang around here, and you go on ahead !
QUESTION
A boy and a doctor went sailing. The boy is the doctors son, but the doctor is not the boys father. Who is the doctor ?
Yesterday was a real memory jogger for me and my fellow travellers.
Sunday was Mothers Day or Mothering Sunday in the UK, but instead of the usual lunch or cream tea, we opted to visit Milestones Museum at Basingstoke.
LIFE IN HAMPSHIRE PAST
Milestones tells the story of how people used to live, the things they used and the work they did. The maze of Victorian and 1930s streets is packed with shops, factories and houses, most based on original buildings from in and around Basingstoke.
If you enjoy shopping, you’ll discover what the high street was like before the arrival of chain stores: the milliner, saddler, and ironmonger all offer a glimpse into shopping habits of the past.
Our group of six comprised four generations of family. My wife Gerry, the mother, Marie, our daughter, Becky, our granddaughter, and Junior, our great grandson. With Marie’s husband Karl and I, a couple of casual hangers on.
When you enter the museum building, you are actually up above the roof tops.
This view only hints at the true nature of the museum.
Steam Roller
I can just remember, as a small boy, seeing these fabulous steam engines being used to flatten newly laid tarmac. And, also the sound and smells of these huge beasts.
Down into the depths of the museum, your perspective changes as more is revealed.
Our first stop was to the “Penny Arcade,” which evoked memories of visits to the seaside and strolling along the piers at Brighton, Southsea, and Hastings.
Pac Man
Milestones helps to keep the seaside memory alive by piping the sounds seagull cries and the rushing of the waves on a shingle beach.
Super Mario Brothers
Here, you can purchase pennies to feed the machines, or in the case of these more modern video games, it’s fifty pence a go.
Super Mario Brothers
Having satisfied our gambling needs we moved out into the museum proper but not before lingering in front of the mirrors.
Well, it had to be done.
And so we came to this jumble of bicycles. I pretty sure the bright red one was probably a posties bike and the black one just behind was probably a butchers delivery bike.
I actually rode one of those to deliver papers when I was a kid. My round only consisted of around seventeen houses, but they were spread over a couple of miles, a four mile round trip every day.
One of the major vehicle producers in Hampshire was Thornycroft. They were founded in 1896, 128 years ago. The museum has many examples of their vehicles.
Thornycroft Handy – Type BE/FB4Thornycroft A10 ‘Bulldog’ Lorry
But the museum isn’t all about road vehicles. There is much to see that gives an insight into the way we lived back in the day.
Unfortunately, this “room” is more a work in progress. The next one is better, a bit cosier but no tele yet.
Post-war was a period of massive change both technologically but also on the social front.
As a child, I remember mum and dad getting a new fangled electric cooker to replace the clunky old gas one. Not long after, they got a refrigerator, and it even had a freezer compartment big enough to make some ice cubes.
How did we ever survive without the modern labour saving appliances.
This picture shows a Rolls “twin tub,” a combined washing machine and spin dryer.
My parents had a Hoover version, which replaced their gas-fired “copper.” There were no fancy programs there. Turn on the gas, light it, and wait for the water to heat up. I think all laundry was effectively boiled. Compare that to today’s multi programmable machines.
Hoover Keymatic
The Hoover Keymatic from the 1960s was a step towards today’s automatic machines. It was a front loader and had a plastic “key” that controlled the machines program.
Lose that key, and you couldn’t use the machine.
Part of the Milestones experience is to use a replica wartime Ration Card to purchase some sweets. The queue yesterday was significantly shorter than the last time we visited.
As it was Mothers Day, the alternative option was to go to the Baverstock Arms, representative of a typical British pub of the times. There all mums got a free glass of Prosecco.
Karl and I didn’t miss out as we were able to have a hand pumped ale.
I knicked this photo from Milestones’ website. How many modern devices can you spot in this “traditional” pub. On the mirror, you can see etched, the name “George Gale & Co Ltd”
Gales were a local brewery based in Horndean, just a couple of miles from where I live. They were famous for one of my favourite tipples, known as HSB, which stands for Horndean Special Bitter.
HSB was first launched in 1959. It was Gales flagship beer and is still available to this day. Gales brewery was founded in 1847 but was bought by London brewers, Fuller’s of Chiswick, in 2005. The Horndean brewery was closed in 2006. The brewery site has been redeveloped into residential properties, although the tower still remains.
Double decker bus waiting to carry us home from the Baverstock Arms.
Yet another fine example of a steam roller, this one manufactured by Tasker and Sons Ltd. of Andover. This Hampshire based company was founded in 1813, 211 years ago.
In the background is a representation of Webbers Garage with a fine pair of vehicles for sale.
And finally, an example of the old enameled advertisements that used to decorate our streets.
Deluded because she is annoyed that folks, when they visit, can’t see the councils plans.
Journalist Christopher Howse of The Telegraph published an article on the demise of Waterlooville. He presented his view after a single visit.
Well, I found myself in Waterlooville centre at around 13:00 on Monday and I think Mr Howse is pretty spot on.
Although there were a few people wandering around, they didn’t look much like shoppers, more they were just passing through. With no shop fronts to attract them, invite them to pause a while and browse. It all looked pretty desolate.
All that was missing was some tumbleweed blowing around.
Despite the best efforts of those businesses actually open, it is not an attractive place to be.
There are many barber shops here, but all but one had no customers. The bored proprietors were sitting drinking coffee or fizzy pop.
The coffee shops all seemed to be fairly busy, but due to a distinct lack of interest in chipboard, there wasn’t much to keep me window shopping.
After around 45 mins, I had completed a full circuit of the town centre and took myself off to join the coffee drinkers.
I’m sorry, Councillor Robinson, but visual impressions of the town don’t convey the potential that HBC plans to build on. I really do applaud HBC for what they are trying to do, but as I have said before, I fear it is too little too late.
A misguided HBC has mishandled the planning of both Waterlooville and Havant centres, and the local residents are paying the price
Name the most expensive personal item you’ve ever purchased (not your home or car).
The most expensive personal item I ever purchased has to be my digital SLR and lens. It was, is, a Canon 7D Mk II purchased to replace my ageing Canon 10D. I think the 7D cost around £1500. And I agonised for weeks before I ordered it. Putting up many arguments against buying it.
I think there is always an element of guilt, that this money is truly being spent on me, for my personal use and I know my wife isn’t going to be using it. All other major purchases are inevitably for the home, for the benefit of both me and my wife.
Which is why I am applying the same logic/guilt to buying the big lens that I want. It will cost probably twice the price of the initial camera purchase and that is why I have been ruminating for the last eight years
Earlier in the year, I responded to a clarion call for polystyrene boxes, of which I had a few.
My boxes, along with many others culled from the local area, have been transformed into a Halloween Display with a charity collection. The proceeds of which are going to The Rowans, a local hospice.
A collander full of homegrown tomatoes and chilli peppers.
The tomatoes are a mix of four varieties, and we are very pleased with the crop quantity and flavour.
Home Grown
I have yet to give the peppers the taste test. Honestly, I’m a little scared. I have no idea of the variety, so I don’t know where they sit on the Scoville Scale. The last time I bit into a fresh chilli, the juice raced over my tongue and down the back of my throat before the tip of my tongue could sound the alarm.
That experience has taught me to be a little more circumspect, to treat all chillies with a modicum of respect.
Having said that, I am a fan of chillies and curries. I like them to be punchy.
We are having a BBQ this weekend, I think I’ll concoct a chilli jam and set it on the table for as an experiment.
We seem to be getting loads of these little fellas invading our house and I keep finding them lurking in all sorts of places.
This one was just chillin’ on a kitchen roll, but I have found them on door frames, kettle handles, or playing dead on the floor. It takes something to get them to fly away.
If you touch them, they just seem to roll over and stay still. If you persist, they will just move a few inches and lay still again.