Par yvesM le 3 March 2018 à 22:27
Here's a recent post by Jo on Facebook where she remembers the days when she would go to school on foot. I thought I'd post it here!
Idly reminiscing, as one does when one is alone, I was looking back on the winters of my childhood. It was frequently very cold; we often had snow. But even in 1947 School was always open. We walked there wrapped up in warm winter coats and if it was snowy, we wore wellington boots with thick socks. We were allowed out in the playground at break time, and if our gloves were wet, as they often were with playing in the snow, they were dried out on the radiators before we went home for dinner at midday - walking again! When it was very cold, the free milk in third of a pint bottles froze and had to be thawed out in our tin mugs before we could drink it. But it was still delivered! Mind you, this was in London. Maybe rural areas were more affected and children were not able to get through snow. However, I can’t help thinking we were a hardier bunch of people then. We didn’t have cars to get stuck in the snow. We walked everywhere. In 1963, my neighbour and I took our babies to the clinic, 2 in one pram (large sprung variety) and pushed it down the middle of the road, which had been gritted and cleared. That year, council workers came with trucks, shovelled up the snow and dumped it in the local park so we could get out. I don’t remember having problems with food, except that there were still shortages after the war had ended, but we didn’t starve. Maybe we need to go back to some of the old self-sufficiency and resourcefulness we had then rather than craving the exotic food we have become used to? And walk to school!
Par yvesM le 3 January 2017 à 11:51
Happy new year to all readers! Here's a post on Money! In fact I have a few items on this topic and some memories to share, so here goes! At 9DR and perhaps even more at 7DR, money was not very plentiful. I recall mummy saying that scrimp and save was very much the practice, and that this affected their lives quite a lot. Not a lot of heating in winter, nothing really fancy to wear, hand-made presents were the rule until rather late. Of course during the war-years, and even after, rationing I suppose was still ordinary. But I think the habit stuck, because there would always be this attitude of growing vegetables in the garden and collecting odds and ends "in case they might come in useful". An emphasis was laid on not wasting, and Auntie Olive's skills at sewing and darning were extremely valued. Even if all this was the consequences of bad times, it must also have struck a religious chord, since, according to the gospel: "No one can serve two masters. Either you will hate the one and love the other, or you will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and money." (Matthew 6,24)...
We were lucky to see the old and the new currency (the decimalisation took place in 1971) so I have memories of the old coins which were in use first: farthings, pennies and half-pennies, threepence, sixpence, shillings, half-crowns. And that's it because I never saw sovereigns or guineas the higher denominations. When I was back from a trip to England in 1968, our teacher at the school in Bonnebosq asked us to illustrate it and I chose to paint a "ha'penny":
And a friend (a guy called Laurent Delafosse) got to do the comment of my painting:
(it says: "Yves went on holiday to England. He brought back some English coins which are of a different hue than ours. They bear names unknown to us: a penny, a sixpence coin, a farthing.") Below you can judge how well I had copied it! The bowsprit is missing some of its length...
And here are the other mentioned coins:
Some of the other coins: the half-crown:
And a pile of threepence coins, which (unless I'm wrong) Grandma would call "thropny bits".
Of course there were notes:
Now some of you probably know that Auntie Grandma used to send us birthday cards and since we were too old and perhaps too far away for her to know what we might like, she would add a one pound note inside the card. This came to be termed "le poond", saying it in a silly French way. She did this until we were 18 I believe, and so since the value of money slowly went down, the poor pound didn't buy much in the end and we came to disregard the gesture: ungrateful brats!
and of course there were some new banknotes, which I will spare you. The old coins were still valid for a time, I think, and I remember you could continue to use these for a while (how much were they worth?):
But at the beginning the new money was worth a good deal, I remember being given 50p for some work I'd done in the house (and liking the geometrical shape of the coin), and going over to Murray & Brand's in Southgate to buy one of these toy plastic elephants which was sold for 40p (check here). I think the other 10p were spent on sweets (plural!)...
Par yvesM le 14 September 2016 à 18:23
Hi, I have already posted some old postcards, I'm sure (haven't checked where but I'm pretty sure).
But here are some new ones I've collected recently:
my information says: "before the bandstand"...
This one shows Derwent Road corner, with the pillarbox...but the lampost is long gone!
I'd never seen this view of Derwent road... had you? Not sure what date though. 1915?? My indication is the tiny street trees. What's striking of course is the sheer emptiness of these old views.
There are some more of Southgate, which I'll post one of these days. But to finish, here are some New pics of the station, the date being about 1970:
This one is dated 1963.
Par yvesM le 6 September 2016 à 00:45
Right well, I've already posted pictures of the House, but here you'll find them all put together! (most pictures come from the net, don't hesitate to ask me if some have been posted in spite of authorization)
The order is chronological... hopefully!
Then came the fateful fires (1984, then again in 1994):
If some of you are interested: the fundraising site for the restauration of the House
They have an well-done history page.
And here's the link to the film present on this page, by Christine Lalla.
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