Triggered memories

I remember as a child that my Dad always used cotton handkerchiefs. My mum would do the family washing but Dad always washed his own handkerchiefs every Sunday evening and hang them on the washing line which was stretched across the kitchen.

I remember when my mum, my 2 children and myself was staying with my sister and family. They had a dog called Lady and my son who would possibly be about 4 then (31) now was in the living room with my mum. He was playing with the dog who was possibly getting a bit tired and mum said to him she thought Lady needed some peace. He came into the kitchen where my sister and I were and went to the fridge. My sister asked what he was looking for, only for him to reply that he wanted some peas for Lady. She asked mum what she meant and mum told she said Lady wanted some peace not peas. We still talk about it today.

Talking of soggy toast, my Nan used to dip her toast in her tea. ?

tanith My dad was a professional soldier, officer in the Royal Engineers, and I remember those 'suspenders'. I also remember him in khaki wool knee-socks, without suspenders, below knee-length sharply pressed shorts when we were stationed in warmer climes. The suspenders were still in use after he left the army but he eventually gave up on long socks and the suspenders were consigned to the sewing box - I think the theory was that the little metal and rubber bits might 'come in' to repair a suspender belt for mum or me. I also recollect dad polishing shoes every morning before breakfast - obviously after he left the army and no longer had a batman or 'house boy’. The latter makes me shiver with horror. O tempora, o mores.

Talking about eating food in hospitals. I was staying in one with my baby daughter for a week in the 70s. She didn’t finish her toast so I thought I would eat it when I took her plate back to the kitchen but I was told it was stealing and under no circumstances should I eat it.

What a performance every morning, FarNorth. I did that for 9 months when on her ward.

Wow - that toast recipe is one that I won't be trying.

Soggy toast !
Takes me back to my cadet nurse times when the ward sister used to have me doing her breakfast. I had to do a " bain-marie " with her toast !
Hot water in the toast pan, bread on top of its grill then under the grill watching the steam rise into the bread. It had to be soft and floppy with the minimum of crispiness.
Sister was a bad-tempered Irish lady and woe-betide if it wasn't right. I certainly remember her name too from 1956/7

When anyone says their toast wasn't done properly I always think of this.

their socks ?

Something reminded me the other day of sock suspenders of all things. My dad used them when I was young I can remember him putting them on just below his knees to hold up his long winter socks, he was a very skinny man and it was the only way to keep them up I suppose.
Apparently they were used by army types under uniform so there socks never slid down, who knew!!

That made me laugh!
I remember a small cousin telling me...”I are an artist” you mean “I am an artist” I said. Confidently she replied “ Yes I are too”!