Hi Jude, oooops, I mean June. Good old dripping butties. Can't beet them can you.We had outs every Sunday if we had beef. Still say you can't beet my jelly butties. hehehehe. Did you ever go coal picking off the railway lines at night. People near me use to go out at night with prams and collect any bits of coal they could find so we could have a proper fire instead of just burning anything you got your hands on. I remember my dad broke a chair up once to make a fire because we were all freezing.Do you remember the shovel and piece of news paper across the shovel to get the fire going. Come on all you old timers. show these young ones what they missed. love Malcolm. xxx. Hi Vanessa I well remember having dripping butties as we call it in the north. My mam used to do it quite a lot with the meat, and make the gravy from the fat of the meat and preserve what she didn't use. No, I think the doctors would throw scorn on dripping on bread. There wasn't much wasted when I was a kid as there were twelve of us, so we couldn't pick and choose what we had for meals. I think Dad grew some of his vegetables, and Mam and some of my brothers used to go down to a local farm and in the summer time pick peas and in the autumn pick potatoes. That was way back in the sixties. Well, I've given my age away, but it is interesting to know whether other people still remember the way we lived in those bygone days. from June from Liverpool. ----- No virus found in this message. Checked by AVG - www.avg.com Version: 2012.0.1901 / Virus Database: 2109/4744 - Release Date: 01/15/12