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We wus Brung up Proper (1940's)
On hearing the back door open, it was never locked, Foot steps in the kitchen, bedroom door we chocked, Then we heard mothers Coo-eee, relieved to hear her call, Have you missed me duckies, we bloomin have an all. (Our farm house was out on its own and...
The Old Kitchen Floor
I remember when we were kids, kitchen floor it sloped, Sat down at meal times, mother to top end coped. The old kitchen floors were always laid to enable them to be washed down with a bucket of water, the water then run through a hole in the wall and...
How we lived in the Old House
Insulations none existent, big jumper you must ware, Half timbered single brick, few inches plaster of horse hair, Frosty weather glistens inside, a fridge you could compare, Roof half filled with starling's nests, built up over the years. Kitchens...
A Grip like Iron
I don't know how mother came to have such a strong grip, but if she caught a hold of you for some reason, there was no hope of getting away, perhaps it was the hand milking in her younger days that gave her that grip, I remember some old cows were...
Story of Hobble End Cottages
Frosty weather glistens inside, a fridge you could compare, Roof half filled with starling's nests, built up over the years. In one of our farthest fields, situated about a mile east of the village was a pair of cottages known as Hobble End. There...
The Longest Swath
The longest swath or the longest furrow is always the one round the outside of the field. I seem to walk and work about the farm these days in a reflective daze, half looking back, and half looking forward, with every thing starting to overtake my way...
British Food Packed not Grown
Packaging's the thing right now, it's wrapped and wrapped again, Keep the food clean and fresh, or that is what they claim. We've nearly all been into the supermarket, and tried to study where it had been produced; more often than not it's...
Feathers Floating Round the Light
With four lads in the house it was obvious that discipline was going play a big part of growing up. Father always wore bracers and had no belt thank goodness, but he wasn't shy of using his slipper. No one nowadays lives in a house without some sort...
This is a follow on to the thread "Trotters"
We watched when we were kids, fingers in our ears, Then bang the butcher shot him, cut its throat mid tears, I never knew who owned the pig bench but it went round all the village to who ever had got a pig ready for killing. I Remember Killing the Pig...