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This is an anonymous poem that struck a chord with us! Thanks to Izzame for sending it through.

I remember the cheese of my childhood,

And the bread that we cut with a knife,

When the children helped with the housework,

And the men went to work not the wife.

The cheese never needed a fridge,

And the bread was so crusty and hot 

The children were seldom unhappy

And the wife was content with her lot.

I remember the milk from the bottle,

With the yummy cream on the top,

Our dinner came hot from the oven,

And not from the fridge; in the shop.

The kids were a lot more contented,

They didn’t need money for kicks,

Just a game with their mates in the road,

And sometimes the Saturday flicks.

I remember the shop on the corner,

Where a pen’orth of sweets was sold

Do you think I’m a bit too nostalgic?

Or is it…I’m just getting old?

I remember the ‘loo’ was the lav

And the bogey man came in the night,

It wasn’t the least bit funny

Going “out back” with no light.

The interesting items we perused

From the newspapers cut into squares,

And hung on a peg in the loo,

It took little to keep us amused.

The clothes were boiled in the copper

With plenty of rich foamy suds

But the ironing seemed never ending

As Mum pressed everyone’s ‘duds’.

I remember the slap on my backside,

And the taste of soap if I swore

Anorexia and diets weren’t heard of

And we hadn’t much choice what we wore.

Do you think that bruised our ego?

Or our initiative was destroyed?

We ate what was put on the table

And I think life was better enjoyed.

Do you remember those days? Do you prefer then vs now? Was life better then? Tell us your memories below.


This writer has chosen to remain anonymous.

  1. How true & how wonderful was life in those days,even if there were some hard times. Too bad we can’t have the values back from those days, to give a better quality of life.

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    • I wholeheartedly agree Alan. Although things were tough I still think we had the best of things.if nothing else it us to be self reliant. Oh & I still cannot tolerate plain milk!1

  2. Our milk used to arrive at school and just sit in the crates until playtime and then one person had the stick to poke a hole in the top and then we had warm milk sorry I hated it ,

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  3. Oh yes and flavoured straws were the ultimate treat .i think it was all great except dodging toads in the backyard loo

  4. l sure remember l had a doll made from a black stocking n thought lt
    was great lids from jars as make believe crockery n make bbelieve friends

  5. I don’t have fond memories at all of the little bottles of milk that were provided. They used to be left out in the playground even in summer. I hated the stuff so much that my mother sent a note to the school telling them not to give it to me. It was ok once they started refrigerating it and flavoured straws became available to disguise the horrible taste.

  6. Remember it all well but hated the warm bottled milk at school even with a flavoured straw.

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