Re: Help! What do you remember about the 1950s?
Originally Posted by
plantman
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On the domestic front I can remember mother doing the laundry using water boiled in a copper, scrubbing the clothes in a dolly tub and using a scrubbing board, we used to help by turning the huge wheel on the side of the wringer, which stood in the back yard and was shared by several houses.
Saturday was bath night, with the tin bath placed in front of the fire and filled from the copper with buckets, then all the five of us would take turns to be bathed, all using the same water with eldest first, I was the youngest but shared the bath with my brother...
You could be my brother - I remember exactly the same things. I also remember that mum put a thing called a "dolly blue bag" into the boiler to ensure the whites came out really white. We must have been posh though as we had our own mangle.
I remember that sweets came in 2oz bags, Mars Bars were enormous and you could get a huge bag of sherbert for next to nothing.
One of my abiding 50's memories was the pain experienced when a large, heavy, wet leather football smacked you full force on your naked thigh (I only got my first pair of long trousers in 1959 when I went to senior school).
I remember dogs roaming free in the streets and leaving mysterious piles of chalky white pooh. I remember helping my Uncle Ted with his carthorse as he did his Rag & Bone round. For years I assumed my Uncle Billy was black - he was a coalman and a bit anti-social, so I only ever saw him on his way home from work, or when he was working on the coal lorry. My other Uncle Billy was the posh one in the family. He worked on the railway and had his own cottage.
I remember reading all of Richmal Crompton's "William" books and regretting that I was not quite old enough to have experienced the excitement of catching spies and collecting bits of shrapnel.
I remember climbing trees, building camps, collecting frogs, playing conkers and street games (Giant strides, Kingie etc) and, although we were pretty poor , I didn't realise it or resent it as I was surrounded by love and affection within a very supportive family.
We lived in Slough and I remember standing in Eton High Street dressed in my Sunday best waving a flag as the queen's carriage came down the road towards Windsor (this was about 20 years before Eton Bridge became pedestrianised) some time around the coronation in 1953. We were also invited into our next door neighbours house to watch the coronation on their TV (the only one in the street). The next time I saw TV was 5 years later when our neighbour called my dad and I into his house to watch the news reports of the Manchester United Munich aircrash in 1958. My footballing heroes at the time were Billy Wright of Wolves and Duncan Edwards of United and, although I am a southerner, my lifelong support of United began that night.
Mick