Posted: 22/01/2018 at 10:05
Mike the language I use is everyday usage up here in the NE, my Daughter will often say what are you mooching around for meaning what am I looking at in her garden, not much it is a modern take on gardening, plastic lawn decking summerhouse you could live in not my style. One Daughter arrived saying "I made you some Singing Hinny's dad" the youngest Daughter said what are those? She ate plenty of them when she lived with us as well as Stotty's Leek puddings duck and peas, not real duck by the way. Daughter brought me a Welsh leek and Bacon pudding last week we all had second helpings, it was a long time since we had that. My written language is me, not meant to offend anyone, my aggression was used up in the forces we all become pacifists in the end, war settles nothing.
Dad a Haulage contractor and small holding owner had a Saturday round moving baskets of laundry from the big houses around Norton green to the Washer Woman near Norton Station, when I was old enough to push the barrow you describe I got the job. The washing was in a large whicker basket, I would get four on the handcart push them up Station Road bring back the four clean ones then progress to the next four houses, luckily our Village was quite small and compact though we had a lot of Doctors Lawyers ICI Managers and such so light nights i would start on Friday night, in winter Saturday was a long day. At one shilling a house sixpence for the dirty basket sixpence for the clean I got half a small fortune in pocket money. The washer woman would give me tea and cake half way through she had a shed full of old style coke boilers and washing tubs a garden full of clothes lines, she must have been the busiest woman in the Village as she also ironed everything, she must have had help but I only ever saw her.
As a lad we came from school did our chores and for me that would also include feeding the pigs, making sure the Hens Ducks Geese were OK then preparing the vegetables for the evening meal when both Mum and dad were on war work, I learned to cook at an early age, you just did it then meal over it was skates on and "away the lads and lasses" we had plenty of room to play in.
Good Days in fact great days but go back??? Outside toilets, Sunlight soap, Castor oil, Mucking out the animals, cooking huge boilers full of potato's for the pig mix, "oh" and trying to catch the goats when they escaped yet again. NO, I will stay will my nice warm and comfortable home life saving shower and Imperial leather soap thank you, it was fun, it is done, we move on.