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    Quote Originally Posted by monty_rhodes View Post
    Most of us Madsters seem to have spent our childhoods eating crisps and drinking pop outside pubs. In my case it was because my dad was inside the pub. We were always sworn to secrecy not to mention it to mom!
    Too, true, Monty. There are pubs to the east side of Rotherham whose frontages I am intimately familiar with having spent so many Sunday lunchtimes staring at them from the family saloon...the best known being The Sitwell Arms in Whiston. What was it about that post-war generation of parents that they socialised so much in pubs and left their children sitting outside for hours on end?!

    Frog's mentioning of the word 'Nibbits' immediately takes me back. The quality control on them was always a bit questionable - every packet contained one or two designed to break your milk teeth - but, overall, they were amazingly tasty!

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    Quote Originally Posted by CTMilller View Post
    Too, true, Monty. There are pubs to the east side of Rotherham whose frontages I am intimately familiar with having spent so many Sunday lunchtimes staring at them from the family saloon...the best known being The Sitwell Arms in Whiston. What was it about that post-war generation of parents that they socialised so much in pubs and left their children sitting outside for hours on end?!

    Frog's mentioning of the word 'Nibbits' immediately takes me back. The quality control on them was always a bit questionable - every packet contained one or two designed to break your milk teeth - but, overall, they were amazingly tasty!
    It was a different world, CT. My father used to bundle us into the car when he ferried my mother to her night shift as a nurse at Doncaster Gate. Instead of taking us home he would then invariably head to a boozer - I seem to remember fairly frequent visits to one right by the canal I think in Wath - and we would sit in the car for ages. We were then sworn to secrecy and headed for the chippy and finally home. If Tony Hancock was on he'd make sure we were back for that. And of course everybody who had a car seemed to drink (heavily) and drive.

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