I have a lot of understanding about where you come from ethelteabags1. I think we have forgotten how class oriented our society was in the 1950s and 1960s when we were growing up. It is different these days, but those were formulative years for many of us and speaking nicely, using table napkins – and, dear Lord, using fish knives – being clean and tidy, minding our p's and q's and so on and so on were all part of the ways that our parents tried to make our futures more promising and fulfilling than their lives. My maternal grandfather was illiterate and my sister won scholarships to both Oxford and Cambridge when there were just a few women's colleges to attend. My mother, on the other hand, was a very intelligent woman who, if she had had the chance to stay on at secondary school, never mind go to university, would have been a fine historian. It must have seemed miraculous to her, although, of course, she knew how clever my sister was. Both my parents spent many hours at night school, learning a variety of things including languages – indeed they met at a German class where my mother thought my father was a real big head and disliked him intensely. The symbols and structures of a middle class life, to which my parents aspired, seemed almost unattainable to many who came from working class and poor families and there was a desperate desire, at least among some, to do exactly what ethel has talked about.
I would add that I thank my mother and father for "bettering" their own lives and making mine so easy and good.