Posted: 05/12/2017 at 21:41
Leaving high school at sixteen and going straight into an apprenticeship in an engineering works it was very obvious the class system was alive and well. Most of the younger element had left school from twelve to thirteen, none made it to the official age of 14. They did the mundane and labouring jobs where as the apprentices had mentors and even Friday afternoons at day school unheard of normally at the time. I was friendly with two lads my age who literally had to work for me, I was on piece work they got a little extra if I told the foreman they had pulled their weight. Their lunch was a fresh loaf from the bakery round the corner torn in half to share and filled with a small bottle of brown sauce, that was every day whilst I went to the canteen for a good lunch paid for by Mr Brown who wanted his apprentices fit and strong.
Ours was a small village surrounded by Market gardens and Farms we also got plenty of rabbits and birds in season good food was what we expected and got, it mainly came out of the gardens and from the farms. Mother Bottled preserved pickled made jam all collected from the orchards and hedgerows, she also put down eggs for the off season in Isinglass we could crack an egg Christmas morning and it was as fresh as the day it was laid. The people in the town back to back street houses were not as well fed, poverty was rife and that was not like today where they are poor if they do not have a 50 inch TV and magic phone that does everything bar fry eggs. The Baby boomers never saw this side of life and supermarkets put an end to food grown within the area, we have one market garden left out of dozens that have now been built on.
Then we got the experts on diet, I should be dead having eaten Bacon Eggs Fried bread most of my life plus of course gallons of tea also bad for us until this year when they suddenly found what we always knew tea is good for us after all. My children grew up with good home cooked food my Grandchildren get a lot of takeaways, I dread to think I could out live my Grandchildren.
Sorry about the history lesson I will cease now.