Yes! Looking back it was rather bleak, but in those days on our council estate we didn’t know any better, born at the back end of the 50s we had nothing, all the neighbours had nothing. My father was the first to own a car on my street, I was a superstar for a while until someone else’s parent had a land line phone installed.
On Sunday lunch I remember my mother alternated in succession what roast to cook, beef,chicken,lamb, or pork.
Also between cooking and washing my mother was forever ironing... I have nightmares of my childhood... I’m not kidding.
RIP Wes
Peter1469 (10-15-2020)
I remember my elder brother starting work at an engineering factory, he was an apprentice tool maker operator. He followed my father for being impeccably dressed, he was four years older than me, his idea of getting a suit was to have it made to his choosing at a tailors, leather hand made brogues.
Of course after spending his money on clothes the poor bugger was always skint and of course stole money from my mothers purse, if I told on him I’d have been beaten severely.
When he did have money he’d go out with his mates, he’d come home with a Chinese takeaway, my mother wouldn’t have it in the house as she didn’t like the smell, he’d eat it outside by the coal bunker.
Of course he’d not offer me a taste, I’d be fascinated, I’d not seen foreign muck before.
RIP Wes
My Mom was an excellent cook, I grew up on healthy food, none of my friends ever wanted to come over and play ("carrot and celery sticks for a snack? $#@! that!") I would always try to go to my friends houses to play, for the good Hostess/Drakes snacks LOL