When I was a child, I was always very excited to hear the sound of a handbell, and the cry ‘Rag and Bone! Rag and Bone!’ – I would dash out to the street to pet the Rag and Bone man’s horse, Dolly. For those of you too young to remember, this is what I’m talking about (except our Rag and Bone man was a lot older and wore an old black suit and Dolly was a brown (bay, for those of you who know horsey stuff)
Today, I heard a handbell ringing, and looked out of the window to see a flatbed truck driving slowly up our street, with a little boy running alongside it on the pavement, shouting ‘Rag and Bone! Rag and Bone!’
Call me old-fashioned, but I think I prefer our old Rag and Bone man and Dolly… but it’s nice that some traditions live on, even if they have been updated. Tell me your Rag and Bone man stories!