When I was young I remember my mother washing the clothes in the sink, then putting them through the mangle to get the excess water out. Later on she would iron them with an electric iron which was plugged into the light after taking the bulb out. We had a rented house, the toilet was at the bottom of the garden, and the cold water tap (the only tap we had) was outside.
Everyone was the same so I didn’t feel hard done by. This was in South Wales and we lived right by the steelworks and the railway line
sounds very familiar Bobbie. I think a lot of use lived like that but never complained about being poor or hard-done-by. It was up to you. If you wanted something you worked for it.
And i'll bet the loo was a 'long-drop' with yesterday's newspapers ripped into adequate squares and hung on a nail. We used to set fire to one of the squares of paper and drop it down the toilet to scare any large spiders away :-)))
The older I get, the more I realise that the longing for the "good old days" (whenever they actually were) is just daft. Never been a better time than right now.
Jim i wholeheartedly agree, nothing grand about the old days, being a child who was washed in the sink, not sure why though, i remember a tin bath by the fire place. blackened rooms from the coal fire, and a dad who was a nightmare in every sense, eat up your dinner was a nightly refrain, one that led to sitting at table till all had long stepped down.
LJ, me mates and support workers know I struggle as I too often make wrong choices which leaves me more vulnerable.I sometimes think should I have been more suited in an earlier era.I've no idea really...
When my Mum was about 8 years old she used to slip through the fence into 'old man Josh's' adjoining garden with her little brother (My uncle Ken)When old man Josh was sitting comfortably on the thunder box in his little house they would poke large bunches of stinging nettles through a convenient hole in the back wall to sting his bum. They thought it great fun.