it’s no sin to be poor
but it’s no great honour either
working down the pit was the only work to be had
Out on my walk today something got me to thinking that, despite the misery imposed upon us by all the COVID crap, my life is so much easier today than it was when I was a boy. Back then most people were were poor, life expectancy was short, and nobody cared about foreign travel because only the ‘jet setters’ could afford it. Hardly anybody owned a car, all the men in my village worked at the coal mine, and all the women were housewives.
Some things from back then that the youth of today would not even believe;
- Winters were cold, and we only had one open fire to heat a Victorian 3 bedroom house
- In the winter, ice formed on the inside of my bedroom window
- The toilet was a brick outhouse down at the end of the yard
- There was only enough hot water to have 1 bath a week
- I went to Bog Row Junior Mixed and Infants School
- The best meal I got all day was the ‘school dinner’
- I walked to school from aged 5 until the day I graduated aged 18
- I got no ‘pocket money’ until I got myself a paper round
- I only had one change of school clothes, and one pair of shoes
- There was only one channel on our tiny black and white TV
All of the above are true for me, and not necessarily the worst of it.
The worst of it was being so hungry I’ve chewed newspaper.
just a boy in short trousers