It's music for me that triggers the memmories if I hear a tune i can tell you where i was and generally what i was doing lol

I really enjoy looking back at how we used to live, what we used to eat, what we wore, what we read and what we looked at on the TV.
Thats why I really enjoy looking at my Robert Opie Scrapbooks. Each scrapbook covers a ten year period in time they start at The Edwardian Period and go up to the 70s. Each book is full of the stuff sold in the shops at the time and the pictures are great. They cover what you would buy at the grocers, the different furniture of the times , what cars we drove, what magazines and comics we were reading, what films were showing on the cinema..They really are fantastic, I think i have most of them now. They are really worth the price.

Take a look for yourselves on the Robert Opie Site

http://www.robertopiecollection.com/Application/Products/Opie/books1GB.asp

If you cant get the link to work properly just type Robert Opie into Google

I think my favourite memory would be towards the end of the war. My father was in the Army at Bovington Camp and we supplemented our "rations" in whatever way we could, including collecting blackberries and asking for fallers from people who had fruit trees. These occasions were real family occasions. But the best, and most profitable were our faorays to the NAAFI to collect the empty jam and Golden Syrup tins. As the cooks were in a hurry they were never completely empty, particularly the Golden Syrup tins. We would go home loaded down with the tins and put them on top of the range for the contents to soften for removal. The tins collected on a cold night could yield up to a pound of jam or syrup. Old habits are hard to break, and I still do the same, only these days the jars go in the microwave to recover the last of the Marmite and Bovril. Wase not, want not!!

Those Sunday eveningsMac before the war.I am from a big family(12) all the married ones used to come to mums on a sunday,1 played the accordian, so we had a good old sing along,then out would come the cards, the banter that used to go off if anyone lost a halfpenny.
After 83 yrs I have a lot o memories but 1 sticks in my mind and that is VJ night. I was on holiday in Blackpool, in those days u had 2 b in by 11.We had all gone to our beds when the landlady told us the war was over. We got up, men in thier pyjamas, women in their nighties, parading up and down the prom. singing and dancincing, some piled a few forms together and set fire 2 them we danced round em, not vandalism, just relief that the war was over

It sounds brilliant William
I have heard the stories of VJ night from my parents and aunts and uncles,and not a moan amongst them.
Bit different to day isnt it ?
Nobody seems to want to listen to stories anymore and thats rather sad becasue I have many to tell as I am sure you all do.!
We had nowt but OMG we were happy 

I guess Phoenix the same as us !

Yes it was phoenix
we still have freedom !