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3:12 Went past this spot a few weeks ago and the smell of creosote tar is overpowering. A lot of it must have leached into the ground from the former wood yard. At least a few of the older buildings are being re-used, so not all is lost.

I was born in 1948, sorry but these pictures remind me of how bloody awful it was back then. Nevertheless thought that it was well made so, well done to whoever made it.

Great to see these lovely old pictures but why isn't there any sound or music?, it just seems strange watch this in silence.

NOtce how even the people doing mucky jobs were well dressed.

Nostalgic and adventurous times. Worth all the reminiscing. Wonderful days.

Just think for a moment what the treacherous politicians have done to the UK since those times. Out of the starting gate, BLAIR!

The town centre needs rejuvenating. It’s turned into a dump now.

Poor ,. happy , lots of abuse and casual racism , yes the 60`s . Bullying at schools was terrible and random strangers could hit kids . However access to dangerous fireworks , unsafe building sites and dumped scooters made up for it .

I was born 1950 we did not have as kids have today,but we were far happier and safer in our community,I find it harder these days than ever before folk are not as friendly,and there is a huge divide of have and have not.i knew all my neighbours by name and everyone helped each other out.these days many folk don’t know who or what there neighbours do for a living if they even see them.the world is a far dangerous place than ever before so sad 😢

Exploitation of the native peoples of their colonies.Very very bad. It ain't going to end well for the masters

Look what the establishment politicians council control freak morons have done now including the mayor of Bristol absolutely ridiculous joke to the people who pay council tax, can't believe they were elected by us

I have zero nostalgia for polio/leg irons/flick knives/smallpox/incest /outside toilets etc I think 2024 is great ! That's coz I am not a dull old coffin-dodger. I am 76.

1:53 shows a very interesting photo of Fishponds Rd bridge. It shows Eastville park stretching all the way to the embankment of Clifton Extension before Muller Rd was built, or New Rd as it was first called, before being named after George Muller. To the extreme right is the very elaborate original water fountain, all that remains today is the plinth.

I'm a 70s baby I remember the bin men lugging the sliver bins about I remember the horse and cart for rag and bone man 👨

White privilege?. All I see is grafters who worked hard for every penny the earned.. Now other races hate us for what rich people done to them.

Now Staple Road and whole Easton is a dump. I have just passed by this morning and the area is out of control, drugs, rubbish, homeless, furniture everywhere. Unfortunately this is goong to other parts of the city. Bristol used to be nice, not anymore

Apparently the first words I spoke according to my mum were - "Rag and Bones, Rag and Bones!"

This brings back memories of my childhood. Lived in Kennion Road overlooking Troopers Hill. Attended Air Balloon school, then St George Park school before finishing at St George Upper school. Spent a lot of time on troopers Hill and St George park. I loved the Clarks pie shop. Pies, pasties, and sausage rolls. 1960's 70's

GE Mountford was an amazing shop. A real old school iron mongers. I could spend hours in there looking at old packets of screws and tools! Happy days 😊

Fabulous collection ✨I loved the Bristol’s, best looking sounding buses ever built. If I had to choose a favourite Bristol, it would be the RELL with the big flat windscreen and the raucous sounding Leyland engine ! Great, fond memories of them all when I was a nipper in the early ‘70’s’ 🥰

The Luftwaffe didn't manage to destroy Bristol, but the internet and the digital age will.

I miss Fairfax House which disappeared in 1990.

Anyone remember when Gypsys actually sold “pegs” (or clothespins) ?

Ah memories.

The film Cliffhanger is from 1993 the release of the first iPhone was in 2007 Amazon was just coming into being out of a garage by Jeff Bezos in 1994. The nails to Broadmeads coffin were being forged and was just a matter of time. My prediction for life in the near future or similar timescale is the rise of AI. It will change how we do everything exponentially.

No sound

Iwas a child in 1930s and until Tony Blair got to be PM Britain was a place to be proud off,all those who perished saving democracy during ww1 and 2 were sold down the river by Blair with IRAQ WAR LIES AND CONNIVING WITH THE EU TO PURSUE HIS POSSILBLE PRESIDENCY OF IT HE OPEN THE DOORS TO MILLIONS OF IMMIGRANTS, HE RUINED BRITAIN S CULTURE,WAY OF LIFE .adisgrace and insult to those who made BRITAIN GREAT !!!!!

Brilliant Dave,thankyou.

Pre culture

When Bristol was a nice place to live.

Now its all Greggs

The centre near the Hippodrome looks like a beautiful European city. Whose idea was it to construct the present modern awfulness?

Twenty years before my time, so I don't relate to it at all, I grew up in Bristol from 1981 and lived there until 2018. This is is to me, what 1990s/2000's Bristol is to kids/teenagers now. They will never know a busy high street, the magic of Christmas and what they don't know they won't miss. High streets that we knew up until the late 2000's will be a thing of the past but they don't know what to replace them with.

Fantastic pictures David I guess a time before ULEZ and the clean air zone???😂😂😂

I still get my milk delivered. Wee villages still live like this. We do! Just no rag and bone man unfortunately.

Great photos as a train spotter I well remember walking from Temple Meads to Barrow Road MPD in the late 50s. What amazed me about the photos was the lack of rubbish and graffiti. The area was not very wealthy but there is still an air of things being spick and span - almost Bristol fashion. The contrast to today is very depressing indeed. John

Its destroyed by politicians

Nice to see the area where i once lived can't help but notice the sudden increase in shops requiring security shutters as the local population changes. Stapleton road and fishponds went the same way, bit of a correlation going on there

In those days folk who could worked, and dad could support his family

I was born in 1963, in a small mining village in rural Kent, and we had 2 Grocery shops, a separate Post Office/ Newsagents, a Co-Op mini market, a Butchers shop, a Fish and Chip shop, and a Drapers/Wool Shop. Today, only 1 village shop with combined Post Office remains. During any given week in the 60s/70s, we had:- The Milkman (daily). The Bakers Van (daily). The Postman (daily) The Ice cream van (daily during summer). The Corona pop van (when corona was a fizzy drinks brand, not a disease). The R Whites pop van (Mmmm, Cream Soda) The Rag and Bone Horse and Cart. The Peanuts/ Toffee apples van. The Seafood van. (Cockles, winkles, whelks etc) The Wet Fish van. (Cod, Haddock, Plaice etc) The Butchers van. The Fruit and veg van. The Coal mans lorry (Monthly 15cwt of coal, that's 3/4 ton, carried round to the back of the house in sacks, and emptied into your bunker). The Bin lorry (Weekly, they would come to the back of the house, and pick up your galvanised bin onto their shoulders and back out to the road, and then bring the empty bin back to the rear of the property). The Knife/blade sharpener (Monthlyish). The Insurance man (Provident, or Prudential, or Liv Vic) The Pools boy (that was me at 10 years old, delivering the football pools coupons and collecting the money, for the Princely wage of 50p per week). The paper boy/girl (daily). The local poacher, with a couple of rabbits, or pheasants, or ducks. That's a lot of enterprise in such a small village. Then we would call for all of our mates at about 07:30am and go out until it got dark every day (Parents had no idea where we were).😁😁

We import it all now.

The streets of Britain are ALIVE indeed!

With so much development space available, you have to ask why were good houses demolished and why was a close knit community fractured. People on a street see each other and keep in touch - those in high rises only chance upon their neighbour if encountered at the entrance or on a floor,in a lift.

And now it’s just sad to see what successive councils had done to, completely changed its identity.. rip bristol

Both of my childhood homes are on here ,from birth in 1961 i lived in Hampton Close then around 1968 moved to Parkwall road opposite the Tapsters .

Remember itcall well

In the big cities there was real poverty hence the slum clearances of the 1960s. From then on it been downhill all the way.

Well done Dave. I came to Bristol in '52 t was so much nicer then. Hard to imagine now that it's turned into graffiti city, occupied by layabouts, wasters, students (far too many) and a large detritus of humanity, all led by our wonderful useless Labour council, and the "woke" brigade.

Never see any pics of the mini steam loco’s that chuffed around behind the dock sheds. This was in the late 60’s early 70’s.

95% gone today.🥹