The not so good old days

I was born in 1946, just before the NHS - my mother went into a Nursing Home to have me. If she couldn't have afforded that it would have meant a home birth I guess, not sure who would have attended As a young child I can remember suffering from severe ear-ache which looking back must have also perforated as I can remember my ear "running" - that was before antibiotics were generally available, I was given ear drops which must have been pretty useless as I can remember the pain and night after night crying. I guess by the 50's things were definately looking up with regard to health etc.

inishowen those men would all be out of a job these days.

I remember when I had a weekend job in the office of a car showroom at the age of 18, and had to take documents through the workshop to the manager's office. There were always wolf whistles and the manager would could out of his office with steam coming out of his ears, blaming me! He told me I must go round the outside of the building, even in the pouring rain, to get to his office in future. I told him where he could stick his job and walked out.

When i started working in the 70's I was just seventeen. I was subjected to the most horrible sexual advances from bosses, some who were in their fifties. One used to rub up against me while I stood at the photocopier. I was scared to say anything as he was a manager. Then in my next job my boss thought it was hilarious to chase us girls round the office. He would catch one of us around the waist and swing us around, while obviously getting a thrill from what he was up to. I remember telling my mum and she just shrugged and said that's what men were like! I left that job because I couldn't stand it any longer. Thankfully my following workplaces didn't tolerate that sort of thing. When I think of how my daughter is treated as an equal at work I thank God for progress.

Talking about the 40s now and because my mother is no longer alive I can say that she had an affair in 1944. Reading 'Millions Like Us' I realised that she was just one of many women who had affairs just because they were let out of the house, freed from only housework to do other work.
She was a legal secretary and worked for the chief of police and he said he fell in love with her at the interview and gave her the job. Later she told me it was the happiest time of her life but both were married - his wife was disabled so there was no talk of divorce.
I think that many women had the best of their lives in the 40s and were miserable and disappointed in the 50s.
The 50s is often regarded as a perfect time because there was hardly any crime but I don't know what else can be said for it.

I think the food coupons changed on a Thursday, or it might have been that my dad got paid on a Thursday (in cash of course, my parents never had a bank account) but that was the evening my mother took me to the Co-op for the big weekly shop. The manager told my mother she shouldn't bring me with her because even at 8 years old I was a shrewd buyer. I would tell her not to buy things we didn't need or couldn't afford. I used to make sure she put something in the various envelopes for the gas and electricity.

We bought sugar out of a huge sack - it was put into a little blue bag and weighed. Butter was cut off a huge slab, and bacon cut to taste on a slicer.
Biscuits were in square tins and they were also weighed out. If you were lucky, you could buy broken biscuits for a pittance.
I got my 'spends' of one shilling (5p for our younger members) and I would go alone, in the dark, to the nearest newsagents, where I would buy The Red Letter and The Silver Star (mushy romance magazines), and a bar of Cadbury's Milk Tray, which had six different centres. Later on, we bought 'Mis-Shapes' - good chocolates which had been deformed in manufacture.

We moved from a slum house in Salford to a shiny new council house on an 'overspill' estate in Little Hulton when I was 13 and I thought we had really arrived. Two lavatories, a fitted kitchen, a little garden and a tiled range. The road was a broad avenue with little cul-de-sacs of eight houses sideways on to it. When I was 18, I got married and we were able to buy a 3-bedroomed semi on an older 'private' estate very close to my mother'. It cost £1,500. We sold it after four years for £1,800 and could hardly believe that we had made enough to pay all the mortgage interest and legal fees.

We had so much freedom. I remember when I was about 6 and my brother 4, we would take jam sandwiches and something to drink and disappear into the fields, where we and other children would spend time playing about a bomb crater with water in the bottom. It was filled in eventually but was very exciting while it lasted. Our mother didn't seem to worry. We were told to play outside and not to bother her. We were chased by farmers and gamekeepers, butted by a ram and all sorts of things. And we didn't live in the depths of the country but in a suburb on the edge of Leicester.

My children didn't have such freedom, and my grandchildren have even less. But 'Millions Like us' did show me how hard my mother's life was at that time, while we were roaming the fields.

How sweet!

I used to pop the grocery order into the shop on my way to school and it would be delivered by Robert on a bike and left on the doorstep. There was often a swiss roll in the box and the cat would be found waiting impatiently for his titbit. Did you ever know a cat that was hooked on swiss roll?

MargaretX I really enjoyed "Millions Like Us"; it brought home to me the hard, hard work that women were expected to do, even when they were involved in war work.

I was at primary school in the early 50s, in Nottingham, and, as an only child, remember observing the rituals of Monday washing (a copper in the corner of the kitchen), cleaning, and shopping. The co-op green grocer called twice a week, and my grandmother would go to the Maypole on a Friday, and sit down, giving her order which was then delivered...etc.

They did work hard, but they (grandma and mother) had a nap every afternoon. I can do this now, but never could when I was working.

I love all the mod cons of today!

I was newly married in the 50's and had the good fortune to move to a 'New Town'. Until then, we had never had hot running water, and only gas lighting. I made good friends when we moved, we were all at about the same stage with young children, and I look back with a great deal of pleasure to that life. We gradually gained a fridge, and a washing machine, and I spent lots of time with firstly my daughter and then my son, probably because I had been brought up with cousins younger than me. Personally I think (as do my some of my contemporaries) we had the best of times, no pressure - BUT we were the first generation, I think to do 'twilighting' although I never did, but it was a trend that started where I lived, and caught on to gradually working longer hours as the children went to school.

Like dorset, I had an easy childhood and my mum had it easier than most. She'd had a hard time when her father's family business went to the wall in the 30s, but my dad had a good job and she never needed to go out to work, though she had qualified as a hairdresser. We didn't have loads of domestic appliances during the war - she did the washing by hand and with a good old-fashioned mangle until the first single tub washing machines with a hand-operated mangle came on the market in the early 50s. My aunt had one with a rather dangerous electric mangle. Then a spin drier appeared and finally a twin tub which mum clung to until she died in 1983. After she died my dad went out and bought an automatic. All sorts of appliances gradually filled the kitchen. A Rayburn was installed and then it was necessary to buy a fridge because the kitchen got so hot.
We were free to play out - on the street, on the field behind the house, on the beach. And - on the whole - it was safe to cycle. The countryside was just up the road. I had access to all the books I could wish for, and I did. We had an excellent education at the local secondary school and our parents always assumed that we would go on to university which we duly did. Yes, for me the 50s were a good time to be a child and teenager. We didn't feel the need to grow up too soon. Somewhere there must be an up-side to the 21st century too. I just wish my GC could have all the freedom and privileges I had sixty years ago.

I was a child in the 1950's and have many happy memories. We literally travelled the world in those years as my father was an officer in the Air Force. When we stayed here we frequently lived with my g/parents and these were the happy times. Neither my mother or g/mother had to work and I think their day-to-day life was very comfortable. They had a 'char' everyday but did their own cooking,shopping etc. They quite often went to the cinema in the afternoons, and I remember if they didn't both would have a nap under the eiderdown on their beds. Taking skirts off so it wouldn't crease of course. We often lived semi-rural lives depending on our UK posting. So memories are one of tremendous freedom to come and go as far as playing was concerned. If in London we often took off on the bus to Richmond Park for the afternoon. If rural we took sandwiches and roamed over hills and fields. We ate well - wonderful Sunday lunches followed by programmes like 'The Navy Lark' and weather permitting a drive and a walk followed by afternoon tea somewhere. As a teenager in the 1960s that's when things like the A bomb began to hover. Before that a very happy interesting life - I was very lucky.

yes I feel the same. Would like the best of 50's and best of now! Only knew what was going on locally. Less choice much simpler but then very narrow. Now too much choice young ones chopping and changing and always wondering. We made chice and then just lived and didn't spend time trying to decide what else to do.

My mother used to tell my sister and me many stories about her childhood, sitting with just the light of the coal fire and a mug of cocoa. She remembered the day war was decared in 1914 - she had gone on a very rare charabanc trip to Blackpool and broke her arm on the Big Dipper!
My father never spoke of his childhood - Lancashire men in the 1940's were not very communicative with their families!
One of my daughters is interested and I think I must write it all down before it is lost. Unfortunately, nobody could afford a camera so the first photo I have of myself is when I am 16.

A decade is such a long time especially after a war. I've just finished 'Millions Like Us ' and it took in the late forties, the queueing and rationing and the fact that women were back at the kitchen sink after earning their own living and making their own decisions. So that was the tone of the 50s when I was a teenager although you were not thought to need TLC due to hormones then. You just got on with life and if you couldn't meet your boyfriend or put lipstick on then you did it secretly.

Living conditions were cramped and food very monotonous. Sunday roast, then mince, then fish, then offal, you could tell what day it was by what you found on your plate. I'm glad I wasn't cooking it that kitchen! Then my father died and my mother took in students. My job was to get them their breakfasts, that was the deal with my mother and for that she let me off the rest of the house work. I cooked a different breakfast each day of the week, then cooked my own and went to work. That was 1954.
Looking back I didn't seem to really enjoy life until the 60s. Sheffield was still a bomb site and I think they started rebuilding with C&A in about 1958 or so.Then we even had coffee bar! Most of my friends who learned to type or be secretaries went to London, I visited them and was green with envy but couldn't leave my mother who was depressed, and just couldn't manage on her own after my brother ( men still made decisions then ) blew all her money on a no -go sweet shop. She almost went to jail for not keeping the books. What a life.
But for most of us it began to get better and better and I for one would hate to go back to that kind of cramped life where you couldn't put a foot wrong as a young women, as then the whole street 'talked' about you and that was what my mother dreaded most of all.
Her life was awful. It makes me so sad to think about it.

I'm coming back to take a peep

Greatnan sidetracking now. There was a terrific programme on the radio decades ago which was based on the recollections of very old people as they remembered the stories told to them by their very old grandparents. I specifically remember someone talking about how his grandfather had been a drummer boy at the Battle of Waterloo. A cannon ball had rolled past him and, without thinking, the child had extended his leg to stop it. Of course, it removed the lower half of his leg without even slowing down.

An odd thought - my mother was born in the 19th Century and my youngest great-gc will probably live into the 22nd Century.
I am very curious and resent the fact that I won't be around in 50 years to see what has happened to the world.

In fact, we might all still be here, due to advances in medicine. Make a note of this page so we can compare notes in 2062!

Well, there's an outside chance I'll still be here (a very doddery 110 year old!). We shall see...

It might but it might be a lot better - I am a risk taker. Research into stem cells might give us a cure for so many diseases. The stranglehold of religion might have been loosened and women migh have equal rights throughout the world. A 'violent' gene might have been isolated and an antidote found for it.
Man might have worked out that there is far more to be gained from the ocean bed than from outer space.

How can you want that, Greatnan? Who knows what the world will be like in 50 years time - it might be far worse than it is now.

My childhood in Salford was very like yours, jeni. My mother worked full time as a hand sewer so my sister and I had to come back to an empty house and make a noise to get rid of the beetles and mice in the kitchen before we went in. At nine, my sister would look after me, light a fire, peel the potatoes and sweep the hearth.
I think women's expectations were much lower - my mother adored my father because he didn't get drunk, hit any of us, gamble or womanise. He gave her half his wages to support the two of them and four children - if she got behind with the rent, he would lend her the money and then deduct it from her weekly allowance. If she had not worked, we would have been even more deprived than we were. In the country of the blind, the one-eyed man is king, and compared to other husbands in the street my father was indeed superior.
I can't agree that we were not as anxious - my sister had nightmares for years about the thread of nuclear war - we were shown a daft public information film telling us to take the door off (in four minutes) and hide under it if Russia dropped the Atom bomb.
I am sure many women would have liked to divorce their selfish husbands, but it was not possible given the unequal distribution of wealth.
There is no period of history other than the present in which I would like to live - in fact, if I could I would fast-forward life and live 50 years from now.

Oh do not get me wrong..it is all about informed and real choice though! Role of homemaker /mother need to be a valued and seen as a valid choice. It is when you want to do something and it is social attitudes that prevent it that makes it wrong.

Let's not forget that some women actually liked the fact that they didn't have to make too many choices, and that their lives were mapped out for them practically from birth. It's only in retrospect that we can see how limited their lives were.
I know my grandmother absolutely loved her life, despite all the hard work. She was proud to have brought up her two sons and looked after her husband, created a wonderful home and garden and was perfectly content with her lot.