Topic: The Broads in the 30's 40's & 50's

billmaxted    -- Feb-18-2006 @ 7:18 AM
  Before our time perhaps, but maybe we have elderly relatives who can remember back that far.

What got me started was a conversation about lighting in houses before the universal availability of electricity.  Loddon I know had a gas works and gas supply in the town, which marked it out from most places, other than Norwich Gt. Yarmouth and Lowestoft.  Then I have seen reports that Roy’s provided street lighting in Hoveton so, were those gaslights? Was there a domestic supply? What about Stalham?  I presume that most of the villages before the war still used oil lights, does anyone know when electricity became generally available?  Is it true that the railways laid gas mains along the tracks?  The suggestion was made that on some of the remote Broadland farms they were perhaps 25 years behind the times.

I can remember when not only United and Express dairies   but also Price’s Bakery used horse drawn carts in central Norwich.  They were phased out in the mid fifties I think but what about the county districts? Did they continue to use them longer? There were other oddities in this area, which we did not have in Hertfordshire like the ‘Corona Man’. Doorstep deliveries of fizzy pop in returnable bottles with ceramic reseal able tops.  ‘Cherryade’ was my favourite I remember.  

'You may only be going from Loddon to Reedham Ferry but I still don't think that the power lead you have connected will be long enough' Bill...

bittern32    -- Feb-18-2006 @ 7:32 AM
  not Norfolk Bill, but we had the Corona man in London, Hall and Co.delivered our coal by horse and cart as was the bread and milk.We had gas lighting and had to change the mantles sometimes.We also had trams.


billmaxted    -- Feb-18-2006 @ 7:39 AM
  Don't know Hall & Co hope they didn't deliver the milk and the coal on the same cart Scared  Yes and of course the brewer's drays. Plus grandfather rushing out with a bucket and spade to collect the droppings for the roses Smile

'You may only be going from Loddon to Reedham Ferry but I still don't think that the power lead you have connected will be long enough' Bill...

Swordfish    -- Feb-18-2006 @ 8:13 AM
  Good Lord Bill, thanks for making me feel my age this morning, I remember those kinda things also.. Smile

We had fruit and veg delivered by horse & cart, and yes the roses did bloom well in those days. The rag & bone man with his goldfish & sticks of rock. I was only a kid but, happy memories. Run down to the butchers with a bowl to collect hot foggots with gravy.
Life seemed much simpler in those days... Smile


Dibbler    -- Feb-18-2006 @ 8:28 AM
  Thing is, Paul...there are those south of Watford who think things are still like that round here now! Lol!


steve    -- Feb-18-2006 @ 8:33 AM
  hi john ,
we think things are still like that around your parts now !!! what was this you was telling me your day job was the other day ? something about horse and cart ? and having to go out at the begining of the evening to light the gas street lamps ?  Playful Wink

steve and vicky

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JennyMorgan    -- Feb-18-2006 @ 9:01 AM
  I can just remember my parents phone number being 26 and that we had a manually operated exchange, that the honey cart visited us well into the late fifties, that coal was delivered from behind a hoss, that Dan Dare & Horace Batchellor were on Radio Luxemburg and Dick Barton on the Light Programme, that cod & chips was 2/3p and a pint was 1/2p, that we had crystel sets and the bogs at the Waveney Inn were just that, and you had a post to hold onto so you didn't fall in!!

Jenny Morgan, the watchfull eye!

A.J.B.    -- Feb-18-2006 @ 9:16 AM
  I had a short stint working for the council on the honey cart, in North Norfolk, and that was the mid eighties!!!
We had to creep about in the middle of the night trying not to spill TOO much.  Scared

Andy and Di

JennyMorgan    -- Feb-18-2006 @ 9:20 AM
  The end of rationing, ha! I remember when grapefruits came off ration. My father had a grocery shop and brought us all one home. After six or more years without my family were all savouring their grapefruits, but I had never had one. In I went, it must have been awful, I remember their shock at my response to that awful, sharp taste of that grapefruit.

I'm sure we can all remember our early years. I can well remember going to the Jenny Lind and anesthetics was still ether dripped onto a gauze mask over the patients face.

Then there was a trip to the shoe shop, and they had an X-Ray machine to show how well the shoes fitted, that was fascinating to us kids.

Jenny Morgan, the watchfull eye!

JennyMorgan    -- Feb-18-2006 @ 9:23 AM
  So long as you didn't take your work home with you Andy!

Jenny Morgan, the watchfull eye!

Speleologist    -- Feb-18-2006 @ 9:30 AM
  Didn't ge t to know Norfolk at all until the late 60's, but even then the pace of change had not accelerated so much. Memories include Trolley Buses, horse drawn deliveries and my Mum getting a washer with an electric mangle. She still used a gas powered copper boiler for the whites well into the 60's

The other day doing a couple of jobs at home I found an old Gas Payment card dating from the 50's. The Ripon City Gas Co!

One thing that is becoming significant, is that people are a lot more mobile. Local history will no longer be passed on from generation to generation. Now's the time to get those anecdotes recorded!


billmaxted    -- Feb-18-2006 @ 9:31 AM
  When would have been JM I'm trying to get a fix on the historical dates for these things in Norfolk having been exiled at a young age  Evil Grin  Were you At Waveney all the TIme? Was there not a man with a wooden leg there then?

'You may only be going from Loddon to Reedham Ferry but I still don't think that the power lead you have connected will be long enough' Bill...

billmaxted    -- Feb-18-2006 @ 9:49 AM
  The conversation I was talking about was sparked off by the book I started writing a long time ago and Julia’s comments on another thread.  Basically it is a tale of a Doctor, his wife and three children, who move from Hertfordshire to Hoveton and what happens as they integrate into a Broadland way of life. They move in the late 50’s but part of the story is also modern day and at other times you have memories of what things were like around 1973.  Some of the adult characters in the 50’s of course remember back to the First World War. When discussing it we came to the conclusion that I would need to make sure that it had historical accuracy.

'You may only be going from Loddon to Reedham Ferry but I still don't think that the power lead you have connected will be long enough' Bill...

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BOF2    -- Feb-18-2006 @ 11:22 AM
  At the end of the war I was 9 and my sister 6.  Up to that time even apples, pears, plums etc were a rarity. We both still remember our first orange.   Very expensive as they cost sixpence each therefore we only got half each and we were told to suck the juice out.  Lovely.  
A few months later we had our first banana.  We were shown how to peel it and then we put it to our and sucked - but there was no juice.  We were very dissappointed with it.  
Later came pomegranates and we were each given a half and a pin.  It took hours to eat (which was the idea) and the juice stuck our fingers together like glue.
Then came locust beans, something like a dried up broad bean pod.  They were brown and rock hard and when chewed had a weird syrupy flavour.  At about the sme time came tiger nuts. Small shrivelled up rock hard pellets  that had a pleasant flavour. Both these last two really made your jaw ache.
Our coal man came round at first with a horse and cart but this soon changed to a lorry. His call was "Ripe strawberries".  We had United Dairies milk and that was delivered by horse and cart and I would help Mr Whip (that was his real name) with deliveries.  He never spoke to the horse, just took the bottles to the doorsteps and collected the empties.  The horse walked up to the next point and even around the corners and down the next street all on auto pilot. He never missed a day, not even in the winter of 1947, although the milk was frozen in the bottle (half pints, pints and quarts) and would push the cardboard or foil caps off the bottles.
The rubbish cart had solid rubber wheels and was also horse drawn. Every so often a mechanical horse (three wheel cab) would come out and run an empty rubbish cart down a ramp, take the full one on board and all would continue as before.

BOF - Clive

billmaxted    -- Feb-18-2006 @ 12:38 PM
  Are these Norfolk tales, not that I'm trying to stop you, but not being able to find an apple in Norfolk?

'You may only be going from Loddon to Reedham Ferry but I still don't think that the power lead you have connected will be long enough' Bill...

JennyMorgan    -- Feb-18-2006 @ 3:13 PM
  Bill, my dating starts in 46! I visited the Waveney from an early age, when it was Dirty Dicks. It wasn't until the early 70's that I worked there.

Jenny Morgan, the watchfull eye!

BOF2    -- Feb-18-2006 @ 5:38 PM
  Sorry Bill.  Thinking of some of the characters that will feature in your book got me thinking of my experiences immediately post war.  So just the meanderings of a Londoner.

BOF - Clive

romany    -- Feb-18-2006 @ 6:03 PM
  hi bill, my grandfather was a green grocer, and throughout the war years, unless you grew it yourself, fruit and veg were quite scarce, and availability very seasonal.
priority was given to hospitals, feeding the troops, and nursing mothers, and after winter it would have been very possible not to have been able to buy apples or pears in norfolk, as feb and march time stored supplies from local orchards would be running low till the next harvest around late august, and no imports were available. bananas, citrus fruits,grapes and pineapples were virtually unobtainable, and dried bananas known as 'locusts' were imported by sea, along with dried baking fruits which were strictly rashioned. school children were given malted milk tablets to suppliment their diet, and these where similar to horlicks tablets, which i havent seen on sale for years. i was told this happened in the school at toft monks, and have read about it happening in other parts of the country, probably a government backed thing along with the national dried babymilk, and mrs.mop suppliment, which was given to children from wartime years till late in the 60s, and i believe contained malt extract, codliver oil and added vitamins and iron. the national dried milk i believe was withdrawn around 1972,being replaced by tokens to buy branded babymilks for those families on low incomes, and the Mrs mop, replaced by standardised vitamin drops, available from local clinics, the malt component dropped as a food suppliment on the grounds of better diet now being available for children and nursing mothers.
i spent quite a few hours as a child/teenager chatting to the owner of the haddiscoe cottage where we stayed, and learned quite a bit about local life, and some things that you may want to include in someway in your book if you write it, that i have never told on the threads, because i think there a bit scarey for any young members.
really hope you do decide to finish writing it oneday,
  if nothing else, dedicate it to all the norfolk coypus who were culled, for no fault of there own, just that wealthy doctors wives, like the fictional one in your book, and high society ladies could have their fashion furs.
ps the corona man used to do his rounds in derbyshire too in the 60's, along with the co-op delivery rounds for bakery, milk, coal, wet fish, and green grocery.
walls used to have peddle carts to sell icecream door to door, as very few people had fridges or freezers till the late 60s, and most houses kept things cool on a stone thrawl in the pantry. larger houses such as sommerlayton had ice houses, lined with cork for insulation, where ice was delivered from ice factories in major towns, by the block., and metal 'meat safes'
kept the flies and maggots away from the spoils of the hunt, or meat from a local butcher.
anyone also remember black out paper for the windows, and the ARP warden tapping on your door if any light was showing outside?
oh and uncle bill, you forgot to mention candles for the main source of lighting, still used widely in remote areas till well into the 60's, often with tragic fire consequences, and many burned houses and thatched roof homes distroyed.
                    julia  Smile

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billmaxted    -- Feb-19-2006 @ 5:29 AM
  That’s OK Clive, just wanted to check whether those were Norfolk memories. Yes we had the same sort of horse and it even knew which homes not to stop at because they had milk from the rival dairy.  When we moved I was encouraged to feed him a slice of apple ‘To get him to know us’.  Were not the little bottles actually 1/3rd of a pint? The same as the free school ration? And yes, Red top homogenised, Silver top pasteurised, Gold top Jersey or was it just full cream?

Cod liver oil uck! Rose hip syrup for vitamin C and was the sweet tasting Gunk the malt extract you were talking about Julia?  From ’53 towards we had a large garden and in Norwich my granddad had a double plot allotment throughout the war and long afterwards.  The hedges were all fruit bushes and even the flowerbeds had lettuces along the path edge. Any surplus fruit I remember was bottled in Kilner jars with honey being used to make the syrup if sugar was not available, but was there not an extra sugar allowance for jam making? What about chopping the bad bits out of windfalls so that they could be made into apple chutney? For some reason my mother always put cloves in with the pears which put me off pears for years.  When bottling gooseberries I remember you needed to have the right mix of sweet levellers or whatever to help keep them preserved, guess it must have been the higher level of fructose. Granddad kept rabbits for the pot and used their pelts for warm linings to go under overcoats, Pigeons for the pot and eggs which were supposed to be rich in vitamins or something and chickens for the eggs with any extra cockerels or hens past laying being roasted.  Because they would be a little scrawny I remember little slits being made under the skin and dripping being pushed in then the bird would be place in the oven over a tray of hot water so at first it steamed and absorbed moisture to bulk up the meat content.

What would frowned on today was the way that all the food scraps would be boiled up mixed with meal for hen and rabbit food and some together with the outer leaves of things like cabbage taken to the man who kept pigs in return for some free bacon when the time came.  There were also fruit varieties that you don’t seem to see very much today ‘Loganberries’ and ‘Himalayan Blackberries’ because they had bigger fruit and cropped better in confined spaces.

Trips to the seaside were not ‘joy rides’ but rather sea fishing trips to Gorleston Pier to catch Yarmouth Dabs, which could be shared out to the neighbours for a few pence towards the cost of the rail fare.  Likewise Pike and Beam being caught for the table.  Granddad bred Shubunkins and had two ponds the second one was for any the turned out to be black these were used as live bait when pike fishing.

Because all my Norwich relations were in the City the only time I remember candles was during power cuts but certainly some of the Great aunts had gas mantles. But, my grandparent’s house was all-electric but it must have been an early installation because the cables ran in boxes mounted on the walls rather than cut into them and there was still some of the free issue, weirdly shaped, Edison light bulbs knocking about. They gave out very little light but lasted years and years. They also gave out quite a bit of heat so were good at keeping chicks warm. That reminds me what about going to the market and buying a box of day old chicks?

I’ll stop there before I send you all to sleep
Playful Wink

'You may only be going from Loddon to Reedham Ferry but I still don't think that the power lead you have connected will be long enough' Bill...

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romany    -- Feb-19-2006 @ 6:24 AM
  during the war years a lot of houses with relatively small gardens were allowed to break any covenants on their deeds and fatten a pig on any scraps, keep chickens and ducks, and breed rabbits for meat. flemish giants and new zealand whites were favoured for there good meat eating qualities, and quite a social scene developed with people holding rabbit shows, and borrowing each others prize bucks, to stop too much inter-breeding and deformaty.
never did buy the day old chicks, grandad kept about 50 hens, and a cockeril that was good with his ladies, so always a broody hen or two about the yard, and various clutches of chicks.
churned our own butter too, when there was plenty of calves around, and milk yeild was up. took hours to make, and a real arm aching job turning the churn.
any weigh that was leftover was fed to the pigs, and mainly the pregnant sows got it first, to help them produce stronger litters.
and yes the yukky sticky sweet stuff you mention was probably the malt extract, or the slightly more runny mrs mop! the rosehip syrup was responsible for rotting a lot of childrens teeth, due to the high sugar content,and mums dipping dummies in it, and was mainly sold under the brand name 'delrosa' later in the 60's, an orange flavour version was launched. the government also sold concentrated orange juice for babies, via health clinics,for a few pence a bottle, way below what shops would charge. all this had stopped by about 1972,around the time schools started to run the free school meals for low income families, and milk tokens.
milk was normally silver top, full cream, and gold top channel islands milk, skimmed and semi-skimmed milk was virtually unheard of, but sterilized milk came in a bottle like a beer bottle, which needed a opener the same. quarts, pints, halfpints, and the school free third pints, were all available in most areas, and small remote dairies still used measuring ladels from the churn straight into the customers jug.
if you happened to live by a dairy farm, often you would be able to obtain some 'beastings' which was the thick colestrum, given off from cows that had newly calved, which was often hand milked away if the calf had not survived,because it was too thick to be added to the milk, and often was quite lumpy.
this was used to make great rice puds, which were really rich and creamy, and served with a dolop of home made jam.
                   julia  Smile

billmaxted    -- Feb-19-2006 @ 7:20 AM
  Is 'Beastings' the same as 'Butter milk' or was that something different?

'You may only be going from Loddon to Reedham Ferry but I still don't think that the power lead you have connected will be long enough' Bill...

Stranger    -- Feb-19-2006 @ 7:29 AM
  Beestings Bill means the first milk given by a cow or goat after giving birth

have a nice day all the best Dave

billmaxted    -- Feb-19-2006 @ 7:34 AM
  I certainly can remember the ‘stop me and buy one’ ice-cream men on their tricycles (two wheels at the front and one at the back) with names like ‘Garibaldi, Lamarti, Parravarni & Ronaldo’ all presumably descended from former Italian prisoners of war who never went home, setting up businesses in Norwich, Gt. Yarmouth and Wroxham. I knew of at least one house that had still got an old-fashioned icebox, this was like a large wooden wardrobe with a lining of reeds and an inner lining of metal I’m not sure if it was lead or zinc.  At the bottom there was an enamel tray with a drain in it to take the ice block and another below to catch the ice water.

No central heating of course so not only fire grates in the front room and living room but also in the bedrooms as well, with maybe range in the kitchen which was probably replaced by an Arga or Rayburn in the fifties.  Just look at the number of chimney pots on Norfolk houses of even modest construction.  Most people could not afford the keep fires alight upstairs so those had a flap, which pulled down to seal the chimney off.

No mains water in the outlying areas so a bore hole in the garden and water piped to the kitchen with a wrought iron pump by the heavy stoneware ‘butler’ sink (a sort of junior version of the village pump).  Outside there might well be something rather like a ‘Whale Gusher pump’ to pump water up to a header tank to flush the toilet.  No running hot water just a ‘copper’ in the kitchen or scullery if you had one and a large kettle on the stove.  Bathing? An iron hipbath in front of the living room fire. “Children first please, and be quick or the water will be cold for the next one!” I know of at least one house by the river, which still shows signs of this set-up, although, because running hot water had been installed there was now a wind pump operating a small generator to pump the water up to the loft. Virtually all of my elderly relatives still had pitchers and hand bowls in each bedroom for washing in the morning and my mother can remember having to break the ice on top before washing!

Then there were the radios; In Norwich, Radio Rentals had the forerunner of cable TV you had a speaker connected by cable to their station and a single knob had three positions off in the middle with the light programme (Radio2) to one side and the Home Service (Radio4) to the other.  I don’t think you needed an electric power point for that but I could be wrong. Whether this service extended elsewhere I don’t know.  Elsewhere I suspect you would either have had massive great ‘Sobell’ or ‘Echo’ mains radios, which still had tuning dials marked with the pre war radio frequencies (The national Home Service I seem to remember was where ‘Hilversen’ used to be) or 12 volt ones. These were probably powered by clear glass cased lead acid accumulators (fore runners and about the same size as a car battery) quite where or how they recharged I have never worked out.

'You may only be going from Loddon to Reedham Ferry but I still don't think that the power lead you have connected will be long enough' Bill...

billmaxted    -- Feb-19-2006 @ 8:03 AM
  I remember Ministry of Food concentrated orange juice disgusting!  Also the crystals of dried orange juice, which prickled if you put them on your tongue dry.  We had another thread some time back about old fashioned sweets anyone know where to find it?

The thing which youngsters today would find hard to understand is how poor a lot of people were on the Broads in the 30’s and 40’s. Boatmen I suspect were comparatively well off in comparison to many agricultural workers. Does anyone have an accurate idea of take home pay?  Life for a marsh man could get quite desperate I think particularly before the NHS because it was a very hard life and the working conditions were poor.  The other factor was that this part of Norfolk lost quite a part of it’s work force to the first world war and a lot never came back leaving wives to bring up children on their own. By the 30’s the parents of many of these were either dead themselves or no longer able to support them so when their children went to fight in World War Two if they got killed there was very little support.

'You may only be going from Loddon to Reedham Ferry but I still don't think that the power lead you have connected will be long enough' Bill...

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romany    -- Feb-19-2006 @ 12:15 PM
  well if families were left destitute in the first half of the 20th century, it was often the local church who came to their aid, and part of the sunday collection fund went to maintaining the parish poorpers as they were known. the churches then formed a much stronger part of the community, were packed to the doors on a sunday morning, and ran a lot of social activites, groups and outings, and were quite well off financially, compared with today.
often soup kitchens and dinner centres were run by the church, and local business people often donated unwanted goods such as bread left over at the end of the day at a bakers, or farmers 'donations to the lord' at harvest festivals, a thanksgiving for sucsessful crops, formed part of the food served to the poorpers in the dinner centres.
the kitchens also fed the children whilst the mothers were forced to go out to work, because a lot of the menfolk were lost in the war, women took over a lot of the jobs they did, and a lot of 'land girls', female farm labourers, kept on there jobs after the war in order to support their families, and the benefit was in this also came with a 'tied cottage' which was owned by the farmer and let at a peppercorn rent to the workers. often meals would be taken in the farmhouse for the whole extended family, farmer, his family, workers and their children, as the farmer knew well this was to his advantage as well fed workers worked harded and were more loyal workers.
larger families who were not employed in the farming world, would often send children to be brought up by other relatives, and it was quite common for brothers and sisters to grow up apart and more like cousins.
hand-me-down clothes were the norm, and nothing was given to the rag and bone man until it was REALLY worn out.
children also started working as young as 13, and a lot were still employed 'in service' to the larger wealthy households, until the 60's.
my own mother started her career as a nanny to a surgeons family at the age of 14, and was paid 10 shillings a week, plus her food in the early 40s.
she too then entered the strict regime of nurse training, a bit like joining the army, becoming a childrens nurse for over 30yrs before she died.
'national assistance' a form of early social security, then started, along with the NHS, and the days of real poverty began to deminish.  
todays youngsters would have a real shock if taken back via a timewarp to the war years.
my own children think 'hungry'or 'got no food in the house' means we have run out of there favorite foods, and feel hard pressed if they have to open a can of something, or theres no squash left, only tea or coffee!.. what a shock they would get if they were placed back into the 30s and 40s.
Bill, made some enquiries, the wages you mention were in the 30's were between a 6d and a shilling an hour, depending on skills, less than 5p an hour in todays money.
in 1960, a qualified joiner was earning 5 shillings an hour, gross. as an apprentice, in 1956, the weekly wage was £1.10.00. (about £1.50 in todays money).
                julia  Smile

BOF2    -- Feb-19-2006 @ 11:17 PM
  My previous comments were about London immediately post war but during the war Mum took us down to Devon to escape the bombing. Just as well as our old house was destroyed by incendiaries. In Devon we had a 1 up and 1 down cottage built from horsehair and mud known as cob. We had a single gas light and a gas point where Mum plugged in the gas iron or kettle in summer when the range wasn't lit. The water tap was down the path near the toilet which flushed into the open stream that at some points ran in a ditch down the side of the street.
The glass radio batteries had a metal carrying device with a wooden handle and were charged at the local garage for a small fee.  When my grandparents came to visit the radio was on all the time as grandpa said that the battery was giving power even if the radio was off so his attitude was don't waste it. On Sundays, especially in summer, the baker would do everyones Sunday roast in his oven for a small consideration.  I would carry the baking dish covered with a tea cloth over and would be asked what time we wanted to collect it.  Milk came round in churns on a pony and trap.  Around the rim of the churn would hang the different sized dippers. Surprisingly school milk in Devon was powdered milk but when we came back to London it was in a third of a pint bottles.  I never remember this size being on general sale, the small ones on the float were definitely half pints.
If you kept a pig you were supposed to declare it to the Ministry of Food and they would let the owner keep some of it but much of it had to go to the butcher's shop as part of his quota.  Obviously there were a lot of illegal pigs kept and slaughtered which my sister, with her thumb in her mouth, and I used to watch.

BOF - Clive

AdnamsGirl    -- Feb-24-2006 @ 12:04 PM
  Hi Bill

My grandparents ran a bakery and shop in Diss from 1939 onwards. At that time it was just a small Market town with lots of outlying villages. From what I've been told, they didn't want for too much during the War years. I guess that being in business opened up the opportunities of getting most things on the thriving black market. Although they had a  delivery van, because of fuel rationing, most deliverys were done by a boy on his bike with a huge bread basket on the front. Like a lot of people, they kept a few chickens in the back garden too and now doubt grew their own vegetables.

They did like to share what they had though. With all the British and American servicemen based in Norfolk during the war they often entertained them in their home. I think they felt sorry for these poor young lads being so far away from home and were happy to welcome them into their family. ( My grandmother was also an incorrigible flirt who was, I'm sure, a sucker for a young man in a uniform!) I have letters from some of the servicemen who spent evenings at their house, and also one lovely letter from the mother of a lad from County Durham. In it she thanked my grandparents for looking after her son whilst he was away from home and said how much he had enjoyed spending time with them. My grandmother had sent him home on leave with some eggs, butter and tea to take back to his mum!

I'm sure that there must have been a good few people throughout Norfolk and Suffolk that would have taken some of these young soldiers into their families.



bittern32    -- Feb-24-2006 @ 12:20 PM
  We used to collect jam jars the shops used to give us a farthing for them.Once we managed to get some bacon it was rolled up in greaseproof paper in a tin.


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