General Chat

Remember when a teenager that my friends and I walked from Dartford to Gravesend one Sat, and found a workmans cafe. All we could afford was a cuppa and a slice of toast and dripping and did we enjoy it!

I have done the dressmaking thing, I once made a skirt and matchng coat and was sewing the buttons on the coat in the train on my way to London for a weekend with a then boyfriend who was doing his chef training there.

Saturday mornings were sometimes kIds cinema with my middle brother, and then a wander round the almost adjacent cattle market and a cheese roll to keep us going tlll we got home. Lots of times it was muggins doing the housework for Mum while she was out shopping and Dad was at work and I also had to cook Saturday lunch and look after my two younger brothers out playing. My parents had the attitude it was the girl's place in the family to be domesticated and the boys could play out without responsibiity!

Funny thing about dripping, we were never offered it but my Mum used to eat it on toast, wonder why she never gave us any.


Lizx

This has just reminded me of the time my sister bought a pattern and material in the afternoon and by the time she needed to go out to a dance the same evening she had made herself a pair of slacks/trousers........I admired her muchly :-)))

I spent the afternoon watching ....laughing my head off cos I thought she was mad to think she could do it....but she did lol

Saturdays....sigh...not like they used to be.

The day was full...mornings were either round some-one elses....or at home with others visiting....the afternoon was ...up the town, meeting friends etc...the evening was getting ready to go out....sigh!....there just doesn't seem to be any time in the day any more.

Saturday morning pictures!
Once I was fourteen had a sat job helping in a photographers darkroom.

My Saturday chore was to whiten the front step and the door step with a hearthstone and to blacklead the fancy decorated iron coal hole cover and its surround. God help anyone who stepped on my steps before they dried,!! I would stand guard and anyone wanting to come in had to jump over both to get in the house. The front step was quite a big area where the front gate used to be but the iron gate and railings were removed in WW1 for the war effort and never replaced by the landlord. Dad did eventaully in the 1960,s put a wooden railing up over the small front wall ,and a gate.

WHEN I WAS A KID MANY MANY YEARS AGO
ON SATURDAY MORNING US KIDS WALKED
THREE MILES TO A CAFE
NOT ALLOWED IN SO WE STOOD AT THE WINDOW,FOR ONE OLD PENNY WE GOT A THICK SLICE OF BREAD AND DRIPPING..
THEN WALKED THREE MILES BACK,,,,