General Chat
Welcome to the Genes Reunited community boards!
- The Genes Reunited community is made up of millions of people with similar interests. Discover your family history and make life long friends along the way.
- You will find a close knit but welcoming group of keen genealogists all prepared to offer advice and help to new members.
- And it's not all serious business. The boards are often a place to relax and be entertained by all kinds of subjects.
- The Genes community will go out of their way to help you, so don’t be shy about asking for help.
Quick Search
Single word search
Icons
- New posts
- No new posts
- Thread closed
- Stickied, new posts
- Stickied, no new posts
The War Years
Profile | Posted by | Options | Post Date |
---|---|---|---|
|
Mazfromnorf | Report | 17 Feb 2008 14:34 |
My mum still makes facecloths out of towells turns sheets . and saves bottles of sauce to rinse out baring in mind she is alone and i only get down abt twice a year . it does my head in but i can see where it all comes from reading this thread |
|||
Researching: |
|||
|
maxiMary | Report | 17 Feb 2008 14:47 |
We had an allotment, to which I rode in the wheelbarrow (with the tools) every Saturday with my Daddy.Most of the veggies were bottled up, as was the fruit from the back garden.. My clothes were sewn from old dresses donated by my aunties in north Wales, my coat was made from some adults old coat and brown leggings from my Daddy's old brown corduroy trousers. My Dad was a professor in Cardiff and on some weekends went up the valleys to preach at chapel. That's when we had our rare taste of chicken - his Sunday "pay". |
|||
Researching: |
|||
|
BrendafromWales | Report | 17 Feb 2008 15:32 |
One of the things I remember,is trying to make butter by shaking the cream taken from the top of the milk in a jar.It took a lot of shaking,and we were left with a small blob of butter,but I suppose it helped,as we didn't like margarine very much(still don't). |
|||
|
MacTheOldGeezer | Report | 17 Feb 2008 16:07 |
I'm back |
|||
|
MacTheOldGeezer | Report | 17 Feb 2008 16:20 |
One more short post before I go. |
|||
|
MacTheOldGeezer | Report | 17 Feb 2008 17:32 |
Snowie, |
|||
|
Mazfromnorf | Report | 17 Feb 2008 19:59 |
I live near Harperly Hall which was a POW camp they are trying to make it into a museum and visitor attraction but it has closed due to finances .But my visit to eden camp was very enjoyable .also what is very moving is the graves in europe .we went to a cemetery in germany for remembrance services when we were out there. also has anyone been to Belsen near Hohne very eerie and silent . |
|||
Researching: |
|||
|
MacTheOldGeezer | Report | 18 Feb 2008 12:03 |
Think this too good a thread to be relegated |
|||
|
Julia | Report | 18 Feb 2008 12:38 |
Me and my big sister think the war years were a boon to our mother. Little food - didn't have to cook, Dad away with the Navy - didn't have to cook. Anyway, when he did come home, he was a veggie, and still is at 86yrs. He used to swop his meat ration with a fellow tar for sweet rations, and big sister got chocolate all through the war, aswell as bananas if there was a ship in port when he docked. |
|||
Researching: |
|||
|
ChrisofWessex | Report | 18 Feb 2008 12:41 |
I still unwrap the toilet soap and then throw into the linen cupboard to harden and so last longer. Our shoe last now is used as a door stop in the summer. Mum used to put a small drop of milk in the milk bottle to rinse around - waste not - want not. I drive OH mad with sauce bottles turned upside down! He finds them in the larder and chucks them and then I go mad - waste not - want not! |
|||
|
MacTheOldGeezer | Report | 18 Feb 2008 12:44 |
One of the things I haven't mentioned was that on our estate it was open plan (no front gardens) and outside every building there was an almond tree |
|||
|
Mazfromnorf | Report | 18 Feb 2008 12:57 |
Does any one have any love tales in war years .I know some of mums friends were having fun lots of fun with the GIs who were in the area . some men must have brought up children knowing they wernt theirs .I know of at least one situation .Maz |
|||
Researching: |
|||
|
MacTheOldGeezer | Report | 18 Feb 2008 13:03 |
When I was 9 years old, I was up in london for VJ night with my 8 year old girl friend |
|||
|
Susan719813 | Report | 18 Feb 2008 13:08 |
I am really enjoying reading this thread. |
|||
|
AnnCardiff | Report | 18 Feb 2008 13:45 |
years ago when I was working at our local psychiatric hospital they used to put up the name of the Chef of the Day in the staff dining room. This day it was John B.......r. My mother's maiden name and such an unusual name that all people with that surname in this area are my relations. I waited for him to come out of the kitchen ready to say Hi! we must be related, but had a shock cos he was black as coal. Could not understand it. Asked my Mum that evening how come we had a black relative when we were all blond and blue eyed. She said a cousin of hers had married this girl who produced a black baby and said it was a throwback in our family!! Turned out she had an affair with a black GI and he was the result - sorted! |
|||
Researching: |
|||
|
Julia | Report | 18 Feb 2008 15:42 |
Please keep his thread going, many of us have our memories, but just need a bit of encouragement to share them. |
|||
Researching: |
|||
|
Mazfromnorf | Report | 18 Feb 2008 15:44 |
Nudge julia this is good stuff Maz |
|||
Researching: |
|||
|
Harry | Report | 18 Feb 2008 15:49 |
We lived by a railway embankment from which the American GIs used to travel on their way to Burtonwood, |
|||
|
AnnCardiff | Report | 18 Feb 2008 16:14 |
it was only when the American soldiers came to the UK that we all started saying Hiya! Used to just say Hello before that!! We used to shout after the army lorries - "Got any gum chum" and invariably they would throw some out for us |
|||
Researching: |
|||
|
Julia | Report | 18 Feb 2008 17:13 |
Although I was born just after the war, a '46 baby, we still had the privations, for many years. We lived on a Scottish island, at that time, and it was not until we came back to our home town, in 1954, here in England, that we experienced non-rationing. |
|||
Researching: |