With Christmas approaching, I was considering my options on presents for my various grandchildren and great grandchildren when my mind drifted back to my own childhood and how things have changed. I grew up in my home town of Liverpool in the 1930s and my usual presents were hand knitted jumpers, socks, and shirts from […]
Present day ATC recruits are no doubt very keen but in the 1930s there was a tenseness and urgency that would be difficult to appreciate now. There was a very real threat of invasion and we all felt a strong need to do our bit for the war effort. In North Somercotes, on the Lincolnshire […]
The preacher, my father, said: “He wants a ran-tan-tanning. That’s what he wants” after the Sunday morning service when a young lad had a fit of the giggles during his long-winded sermon. He often said this about anyone who misbehaved in the 1920s and 30s. “He’d have had a ran-tan-tanning if he’d done that when […]
It was in the late 1930s and war threatened. I was five years old when it happened. While playing with my friend Joyce in the garden all seemed normal – a happy day of childhood. Suddenly the pain in my groin was unbearable. I couldn’t run, and walking was excruciating. I crumpled to the ground. […]
We made our ice-cream in the cellar. Actually, it was the store-room of the sweet shop my parents kept in the early 1930s, in south-east London. Each Spring, my brother Peter and I were dragooned into helping clear a space amid the cartons of cigarettes and bottles of sweets, for the icecream machine. Truthfully, ‘machine’ […]
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