I grew up, the youngest of two children in the NW of England, and my parents ensured that I had a good education and I was the first in my family to go to university.
My mother was the eldest of 2 girls, in a lower middle class family who went to the local Girls Grammar school and left school at 16 having taken the school certificate, going on to college to train as one of the first NNEB's, so actually not starting work until she was 18 around 1948/9.
My father was one of 6 and from a poor working class family, his father in and out of work, his mother working all the hours to keep food on the table. My Dad was entered for and passed the school scholarship exam and won a place at the Boys grammar school but didn't take it up. When I asked my paternal grandma why not she simply said there was no point as they couldn't afford for him to go; they couldn't afford to buy all the extras he would need.
He went instead to the technical school, left without any qualifications at 14, to go and work at the local pit on the coal shunting wagons bringing in a wage, which obviously helped greatly regarding the family finances.
Fast forward to my education in the 70's and when my paternal grandma was told that I wasn't leaving school at 16 but going on to do A levels with a view to university later, she sniffed disapprovingly saying 'there was no point in educating girls as they only went on to get married and have babies just like the rest of us'. I'm sure this view was quite a common one at that time amongst her peers.
I always felt a sense of injustice regarding my dad and his situation. Due to the social norms of the time, in the late 40's and early 50's a Grammar school education was for those who were intelligent enough to qualify to attend AND could afford it. Unlucky for him, his IQ wasnt enough.
My Dad always worked hard, becoming a manager eventually but often despairing of the short sighted decisions made by those above him, when he could see the 'bigger picture' but they either couldn't or wouldn't.
He strove to ensure that we, unlike him through no fault of his own, had all the educational opportunities available to us so that we had choices and for that I am forever grateful, but I often wonder what he might have become had he been given the same chances.