We always had to wash the pots, my dad was in the army so if you werent washing pots, there were 5 of us, you polished school shoes., and as you got older chopoed sticks fir the fire or mowed the grass.
Oh The Memories, Thanks Don, Always Sunday Brass to (Big Black Hearth & Front Door) Polish before Sunday Dinner at 2 pm prompt. My Sister & I would do these. My Brothers(5) had to Blacken & put Cardboard in their Shoes ready for Monday School. Newspaper made into Squares for the Lavvy outside. Thank Goodness that's all History. xxx
I liked washing the dishes, but we had to take turns. Awe the good old days, many a time I wish I could go back there, have a good day and take care of yourself 😊 Bernadette xx xx 🌈
As usual Don your post has evoked some very happy memories of childhood Sunday dinners. We lived in my Grandma’s house and she had been married to a gentleman farmer and had beautiful crockery, cutlery and tablecloths that came out every Sunday. (This was in spite of having a tin bath and an outside lavatory). She was an excellent cook and showed my Italian mum how to make a wonderful Sunday dinner.
We all used to help out with laying the table and clearing up afterwards. Later we had afternoon tea with cucumber sandwiches and homemade scones and tea in china cups with saucers.
Me too. I knew I was getting on a bit when I hear on the radio ‘Now it’s time for Gardener’s Question Time’ and whist I’m pottering in the garden shout YEAH! Weirdo!
When I was a child in the 1950s, our dad always had a slice of bread and butter to mop up the gravy afterwards. Problem is we had a slice of bread and butter with pudding too. At tea time when we had tinned fruit and evaporated milk, out came the bread and butter.
My mother sprinkled sugar on bread and butter as a “treat”, sugar on banana sandwiches, in fact sugar or thickly spread butter on damn near everything in the late fifties. Maybe it was the luxury of being able to buy as much of them as you wanted after the years of rationing?
My mum did that too, then she wondered why my teeth were bad. 🙄 It was years before I realised you could eat banana without sugar. Rhubarb now, that was different. I'd sit with sugar bowl in one hand and a stick of Rhubarb in the other. 🤗 and then there was condensed milk. Slurp. 😜
My mum put sugar in a newspaper cone to dip the rhubarb in. It was grown in the garden under a galvie bucket and I’ve loved it since. Why were we all so skinny as teenagers in the sixties/early seventies when we ate all that fattening food? My mother “filled the tins” once a week with home baking, fat, sugar, dried fruit and we hoovered it all up.
We never tasted butter. th e ration was minute , and my mum mixed it with the marg , which itself was disgusting by todays standard so after war even a small amount tasted brilliant.
Yes Stick of rhubarb with sugar to dip. And condensed milk sandwiches. Those of us who were children during war are supposed to be healthier than today but dont ask me how. Fresh vegetables grown in garden were salted to preserve and we had so much salt ! I was eight when war ended and sent to buy sunday lunch from butcher spent the change on the strange fruit i saw in co-op next door a slice of melon . It was a bad mistake I was roundly chastised by my mum! God only knows how much that cost.
Loved reading all these posts, brings back so many lovely memories 🤩👌 I remember my mother often having round slices of orange, covered in sugar with bread and butter. Awww lovely memory for me. Thank you Don-1931 xxx
My parents moved house in the late sixties when I was still in white cotton socks. We had quite a big kitchen so had a dishwasher. My three brothers and still argued about who was going to load and unload it!
Didn’t mean we didn’t do other chores, I always had the ironing.
During the school holidays we had a duty roster, different child each day, and couldn’t go out to play til we had done any chores asked of us. Dad
Well moving on some fifty plus years I moved house from the south coast to Hull, small kitchen but managed to squeeze a dishwasher in and still got called posh!!
You certainly brought back memories Don of a Sunday roast listening to not only 2 way Family Favorites but Billy Cottons Band Show, Life with the Lyons, Navy Lark etc. We were all so easy to please in those days. Take care Carole x
I have loved reading your poem, Don, and all the lovely posts following it. As others have said, you have evoked such memories! The washing was always preferred to the wiping as I recall. My husband tells a story of his childhood when he and his cousins 'helped' his 'old' Gran (probably only in her forties or fifties) by drying up and promptly returning the crocks to the washing up pile. He says it took her some time to realise what they were up to and gave them all a good laugh. xx Moy
Oh dear this takes me back. Always a Sunday roast with all the trimmings and gravy so thick you could cut it. My mum was a great cook but as a sickly child I didn’t appreciate as I should. I hated liver and onions and cheese dip but now love them. I had 3 older siblings that had to do all the chores you mention I had it easy and didn’t have chores. Of course the others said it was because I was the favourite but it was due to me being a sickly weedy kid.
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