We always looked forward to the days we would get to wear our rag boots.
Dad would tear up old sheets, or any fabric mum could find that had seen it’s best days.  When he had enough large squares and strips of fabric he’d say “Who’s first?”  My sisters and I would crowd around him and [...]

I read a post by Jen at Redhead Ranting the other day, called ‘How did we survive’.  I read another post by Kathy at The Junk Drawer, called ‘Kids and Fire: A bad match’.  It got me thinking of what things were like when I was a child in the 1950’s.

We ARE still here [...]

“Will you pop up to the shop for me Babs?”
I was fourteen, my mum had run out of something that she needed in order to cook our evening meal.  The shop was about 200 yards up the road, and we constantly shopped there for items that mum had ‘run out of’ throughout the week.  She [...]

I was nine or ten years old and my youngest sister was two years younger so I don’t know how, or why, we had baby’s milk formula in the house.  It was probably given to mum by a friend who had no more use for it.  As far as I remember it was given free, [...]

When I was a little girl, not long after WWII (Eeeek!), food was not plentiful.  It was rationed and you had to use coupons to buy it.  Once the coupons for a particular food were used up, you could buy no more of that food until the next book was issued.  There was a ‘Black [...]

This post was inspired by this post by Jeff at View From the Clouds.  It got me thinking about the intolerance I have to so many foods in recent years.  I am going to take a trip down memory lane again.
I remember when

I remember when Fruit and vegetables were not all perfect in shape.  Some [...]

This video took me ages to do, so I hope it’s worth it.  It was hard to find photos at the right ages and there may be a few years missing.  I don’t think there are any in my late 40’s there.  It’s hard to tell as I didn’t change much until I hit my [...]

Well I know who he was, at least I have just found out who he was. I was reading grannygrimble’s (my sisters) blog the other day and I discovered that this man was/is my Godfather. He was an American sailor, who was dating one of my aunts at the time I was to [...]

When I was growing up in the early 50’s, children were not very well informed, in fact quite the reverse. The realities and cruelties of life were carefully hidden from us. We grew up in a world where all things magical were accepted as fact. Where life was just one happy playground, [...]

The room was filled with steam, and the strong smell of soap. It was wash day. A large metal bowl was on the stove (cooker) and mum was standing over it with wooden tongs, stirring and lifting clothes out, then dunking them back down in the hot soapy water. To the right [...]