Did you have a Saturday job when very young and was was it

The same as homefarm for me, though not for studies. We had hockey matches on Saturday mornings. I never made it to the first XI except as a reserve, but got good exercise with the second XI.

Saturday and Sunday day job , 8 hours and four hours , I was 11 when I started doing a milk round ..... 4 a,m start... the Milkman picked me up in his car... or we walked 1.5 miles to the farm.... loaded up our ‘float’ and was out on the road at roughly 5.30. I ran from doorstep to doorstep until we reached the countryside and the customers were more spaced .... I got 10/- a week for 11-12 hours work.... a pint of jersey milk to drink on my round both days, and a packet of biscuits and an extra pint of milk to take home to mum. My wage was 4 times my 2/6 pocket money. I worked every weekend.... right through the 1963 winter ( you ve got no idea!!)..... I’ve been as fit as a fiddle most my life and can knock spots of most people my age for fitness and alertness . Nowadays I think the know-alls would call it child abuse or exploitation ,...... rubbish... I learnt how to work.... how to do mental arithmetic (people’s bills)... how to run ( I ran for England youth team) and how to save money and use it wisely. I also learnt stoicism , how to finish a job I’d already started. Kids today should take lessons. Loved every minute of it!

I was the same as homefarm, too. My parents would never have let me get a job, but I didn’t want one anyway. Far too much homework and, especially, reading. Music and ballet lessons were also on Saturdays. My time was very full.

This will amaze some of you, but I was 24 when I had my first paid job, after doing two degrees.

I didn’t expect to have lots of material things, so wasn’t itching for more money. I never thought about it. I had a small amount of pocket money from my parents while I was at school, then a very small grant at university, followed by scholarship money to do my higher degree. £500 a year, I think. (This was in the early 1960s.) It felt like untold riches to me! I had subsidised accommodation in London. Those were the best years of my life.

My first job was as a volunteer in the local Childrens hospital, l was 16 at the time, and awaiting tye start of my Nurse training Cadet year in the September. I knew all the Staff as my Mother had worked there for many years on Night duty, and l grew up as a regular visitor to the place.
My job was to weigh all the patients and write it down ready for them being called in to see the Doctor, l also did the urine tests using the paper dipsticks, then cleared up and changed the linen on the examination couches after the consultation was over. Like most teenagers l really needed to earn some cash, so once my cadet year started l also worked Saturdays at Boots in town, which brought me an extra £1.50 per week.

I started in a local department store in the stocking department. I became an expert on the differences between gauge and denier, fully fashioned and semifashioned, and the various colours.. They were sold in boxes of three pairs.
I was paid ten shillings for the day, and lost my first paypacket! The other staff had a whipround to compensate me, then a customer came back with the envelope, which I had packed in her bag of stockings, so the kind donations had to be returned

When I was doing A levels I worked on Saturdays in a greetings card shop for £1, then £1.50 a day. On the way home I would visit the bookshop and buy Penguin Classics. Once I bought ‘Jane Eyre’, ‘Middlemarch’ and ‘ Dombey and Son’ for a mere £1. I thought I was in heaven.

Laineynanna you are a legend! I do admire you.

Paper round first, then I got ‘promoted’ to sorting papers for rounds so an even earlier start. 10/- per week seemed like riches. Moved on to working Saturdays and Sunday morning and after school or holidays in the same newsagents serving customers, ordering cards, sorting magazines and restocking sweets, then went across the road and worked in the pub in the evenings. You had to be good at mental arithmetic in those days.

It was all about earning money -I wanted to go to Uni so I had to earn something. I worked in the pub in the holidays (loved the tips) and in a shoe shop when they hired around Christmas. Cycling to and from work kept me fit.
I’m sure all that mental arithmetic was good for me, but I’ll happily use my phone to add up as I shop nowadays.

At 15 I worked in Boots the chemist when a lot of things were sold over the counter. A chap asked me for a packet of gossamer. I hadn't a clue and went bright red when it was explained.

I worked in the local butchers shop doing the sandwiches and peas pudding! Not very glamorous but the lads from the footy team came in and cheered me up immensely! Ha ha!, I then got a job in a hairdressers and liked that went onto a office job pretty boring!

Worked in Woolworths on various counters. Remember when you could buy tacks and soles for mending shoes having to count out the tacks for the soles and, a job I hated - wrapping up the china cups and saucers. 10/6 for the Saturday.

My first job was a 15 minute bus journey away in a mini supermarket when I was 15,I was paid 15 shilling and 3 pence ,after about a year I went to the newly opened Chelsea Girl in Piccadilly Manchester for £2 I lasted about 3 months and found it boring as you were just standing about. Looking out for shoplifters.A friend from school asked.me to work at a trendy hairdressers in Manchester city centre and I loved it ,it was next to George Best' s boutique and we would all swoon if we saw him,he was very good looking.Happy carefree days.

I had a paper round at 13 years old and worked at Woolworths as a Saturday girl age 15 in the 1960s. Really enjoyed both.

At 14yrs I worked Friday evenings and all day Saturday in our local Co-op, sitting on a cardboard box in the aisle, carefully marking the prices on groceries with a black (or blue) waxy pencil, everything seemed to be 1/3d! Sometimes I worked at the till, which was known to break down, and I had to tot up the shoppers list on a bit of paper, and note their divi number, which everyone had....

Saturday girl in Woolies, usually on the electric counter. It stocked lots of small items which could be bought individually so I got to be good at adding up in my head. I can remember taking home large boxes of mushrooms sometimes because they wouldn't keep until Monday.

I was lucky in that I often worked holiday cover in the school holidays and also helped with the stock take (double time for that) so could occasionally buy some good shoes. I remember a pair of dark brown suede and leather granny shoes with a stacked heel - cost 69/11 . When I started the pay was around 12/- for the day Enough to buy a single and have something left over. it would take 3 weeks to pay for an LP. AS GrannySomerset wrote, it taught me the value of money.

I started at 12 taking a small girl to ballet class on a Saturday morning while her mum did the changeover in their seaside guest house round the corner. The following year I progressed to cleaning the bedroom sinks (no en-suites in those days and we used good old Vim to scour them) and also serving the guests their evening meal. I then got another job at the pub across the road doing the same thing - the meal timings meant I could leave the first one and go straight to the second. I then got Sunday job doing the bedrooms for the local dance teachers who also had a guest house. I used to save the 10s notes I earned in a little money box my dad had made me.

My parents had a shop at the time so I would sometimes help out selling wool and stockings or any other items Mum stocked.

Yes, at BHS. I really enjoyed it.

I had a Saturday job in a green grocers, I was paid £1 , it later went up to £1.20 !

I always wanted to be a hairdresser.Coming home from school one day my mother informed me she had found a Saturday job for me in a local bookshop.?I was ok with this after all it was only a Saturday job until I found out this bookshop was opposite a hairdressers.If you knew my mother you too would have accepted the job at the book shop,.without question.

I had a Saturday job for several years in a wallpaper and paint shop - I was on the wall paper side. There was no self-service, there were lots of large wallpaper books and people chose their paper and we fetched it - stored on 1st or 2nd floor or in a warehouse. Up and down stairs all day. Two men worked on the edging machine as some paper had to have the edges cut off. Rolls had never to be stored on end because of possible damage. I earned £1 on a Saturday. Sometimes I worked in the school holidays. I learned alot about paperhanging so a useful job.

No, I had a paper round from about 15, six days a week. Did it for nearly three years, but gave up in the winter of early 1963, when I couldn't get through the snowdrifts. Plus that was my A level year and had too much schoolwork.

I lived in Bournemouth so at the weekends I got a job on the promenade serving ice creams. In those days it was just a scoop in a cone and the ice cream was solid. At end of the day (Bank holiday weekend) I went home with a handful of blisters!!

I wasn’t allowed a Saturday job until I was 15. I worked in a greengrocers and during school holidays. I could not have wished for a worse job. 2 buses to get there and back. It was perishingly cold in the winter and I hated the wasp season. Once I was asked to clean down shelves with a much too strong solution of bleach. I had itchy dermatitis for weeks and stunk of the stuff. Can’t remember what I was paid.

At primary school we’d earn money picking rose hips to be made into syrup - we were paid by weight and the scales were in our school hall, so it was all above board. And potato picking, which was back breaking - I only lasted a day! I lived in a pub and was in charge of getting the bingo numbers and cards ready, for which I was paid in comics, and heating and serving up the pork pie and peas orders, and the pickled eggs (unpaid!).

At 15 I started a Saturday and holiday job at Whitby Woolies, which I loved. I worked on haberdashery at first (very quiet), then moved on to the delicatessen counter and pick ‘n’ mix, my Saturday girl career highlight. We’d a free canteen, which served up great meals. Being across the road from the harbour, the cellars would flood and we’d be given wellies, raincoats and buckets from stock to bale out. We’d fill our buckets and walk across the road to empty them back into the harbour. Even as a 15 year old, I could see how daft this was!

When I was 14, my school planned a trip to Italy - my dream destination so I signed up. To save up, I landed a Saturday afternoon job at Timothy Whites which I loved, especially at Christmas. I was paid 10/- for four hours, minus 3d for a stamp. Large stock was stored in caves behind the shop which was creepy! Sadly, the trip was closed to the girls as no female teacher would go but the boys still went! Grrh!
The following year, the shop closed down so then I moved to Home Counties Dairies, selling groceries, hot pies and cream cakes! The pay was £1.00 for the day. Less enjoyable than my first job and messy - we handled the cakes (no tongs or gloves!) and the money!!
I stuck it out until my ‘A’ levels loomed then worked in offices or for the Royal Mail in my holidays from teacher training college. In those days (1969/70) van owners could contract to use their vehicles for parcel deliveries. Another student and I were dispatched with an apprentice postman to take on a morning round. We completed it easily in less time than expected so decided to call into a pub. The apprentice was against this as he thought we should go back for more parcels. Undeterred, we locked him in the van whilst the two of us enjoyed a swift half! Happy days!