Posted: 20/11/2016 at 21:20
So many memories are stirred by others' experiences! Yes - frosted windows that did, indeed, look like ferns and leaves, and then I would make a little circle in the frost to look out to see what the weather was like!
And there was the time when my brother and I were little, both our beds were put into the one room so that the little fire could be lit for Christmas. In joyous expectation of the event, we decided to use my toy broom and dustpan set (sexist toy!) to sweep the chimney for Father Christmas. My mother was unamused by the amount of sooty handprints everywhere that had to be cleaned.
The living room had a coal fire, which, when the wind was in a certain direction, wouldn't "draw" so she would hold a sheet of newspaper over the opening to create a draught. We waited with baited breath for the inevitable conflagration.
Sunday roast. Monday washday, so cold cuts (beef: nice. lamb: ugh!) and bubble and squeak. Tuesday cottage pie with the left-overs.
Walking to school and back (nearly a mile each way: home for lunch meant we walked the distance four times a day). Milk in small bottles at school - and oh, the pride of being milk-monitor and piercing the silver tops with straws! And inkwells and dip-in pens - impossible to grip a pen like a crab's claw and actually write as seems to be more commonplace today.
Playing games in the street, with no adult to tell us the rules - but a sort of rough justice that prevailed for anyone who "cheated".
Tough times, but lots of happy memories nevertheless!