General Chat

As a child going up to bed with a lighted candle (a definite no,no these days) ... my Mother swishing the blue bag in the final rinse of her weekly washing prior to being boiled up in a copper in the scullery, hair washed with rain water ... we didn't have mains water, that was hand pumped from a well, oil lamps for our lighting, the privvy was at the bottom of the garden and yes, newspapers were torn into squares and threaded onto string and hung from the door (we didn't hang about too long down there in the winter!) Oh yes! can anyone remember 'the corned beef legs'!) where people used to sit too close to an open fire grate and their shins would end up with big red blotches resembling corned beef, the list goes on. Audrey.

Ahh the memories all of the thing already said plus i remember my dad had his own last for repairing our shoes, being put up on the back of the carthorse at the end of a days work, my little legs stuck out straight because it was so wide like sitting on a table, yes the good old bad old days. David

Yes, my father also repaired all our shoes on his only days off - Saturday and Sunday. We had a huge garden too, which he had to dig over - and I used to moan about having to pick the blackcurrants!!!!!!!!!!!! Sylvia