Do you remember Children’s Hour and bread ’n’ dripping?
We might not all vividly remember the war years, but all of us born in the 1940s will recall the deep scars it left and the incredible wartime spirit that lived on long after the VE Day celebrations.
The war also brought about huge social change – women became vital to the workforce, the National Health Service gave us free healthcare and secondary education was a must for all children over 11. All things we take for granted today.
In the early 1950s life remained tough and rationing continued. but the glamour of technicolour hollywood and the birth of rock’n’roll kept our spirits high.
There’s no doubt we grew up with very little but we always managed to create our own fun. Here’s just a few of our most cherished memories of precious times.
Chip and PIN was remembering mum’s Co-op divi number when we were sent to the shop on an errand.
Some flavours are hard to forget. We can taste the malt and cod liver oil washed down with welfare orange juice to this day…
Not even rationing could keep us from our favourite treat and only take away choice - fish and chips - wrapped in newspaper of course.
When it was cold we put a jumper on and in the morning, ice on the inside of the windows got us out of bed and off to school sharpish.
We always played outside and invented our own games with whatever we could find. playgrounds were bombsites, dilapidated buildings, fields and streams and lampposts made the best swings.
Nothing beat the pictures on a Saturday. Cheering the goodies, booing the baddies and gripping our seats watching zorro and the lone ranger, before standing up for the national anthem…
Nothing much happened on a Sunday… unless we got to go to the seaside. Sometimes dad rolled his trousers up and went for a paddle but it would have to be very hot for him to take his jacket off.
And who can forget the droop of a soggy knitted swimming costume? But it didn’t dampen our spirits!
We never answered back, got a good telling off if we misbehaved and always kept our elbows off the table…
There was always someone at the door – delivery boys, the coal man, the milkman, the rag and bone man… the list was endless.
Not forgetting the neighbours… but they didn’t knock! Mums with prams nattered in the street and no one ever bothered with a front door key.
We grew up listening to Children’s Hour, Vera Lynn and the American big band sound on the wireless (that’s a radio in a wooden box, kids!).
Then in a flash rock’n’roll was upon us. We shaked, we rattled and we rolled. The girls swooned, the boys practiced that lip curl…
…and the rebellious teenager was born. We were free, independent and doing our own thing. Yet another first for us, but we’re not ones to boast, because we weren’t brought up that way.
We may not have had much when we were kids but we made the most of it and got so much pleasure from the little things and blowing 6d at the sweet shop was the richest of pickings! if this trip back to the post war years has got you feeling nostalgic for simpler times, we’d love you to share your fond memories with us.