I was on a short flight to Dublin recently and it got me thinking about air travel when I was younger. I didn’t fly until the early 70s when I was in my 20’s. My earliest experience of an airport was in 1964. My cousin Tony got married that summer. I was their bridesmaid so it was very exciting for me. After the reception Tony and Jennifer got changed into their ‘going away outfits’, gathered up a case each and the whole wedding party drove out to Roose Airport near Cardiff. Everyone trooped out onto the tarmac near the plane and waved them off as they went up the steps and boarded the plane for their honeymoon in Jersey. I relate this tale because it’s so completely different to how things are now.
Refreshments on the plane were the same for everyone. You were handed a platter of cold food of some sort and served with a drink which you chose yourself.
Flying in my 20’s, once to Malta and several times to Spain, was also very different to air travel now. Obviously, security is one of the main things which has changed. But as I flew to Dublin recently, I remembered that smoking was allowed on planes then. And so many people smoked! The air was thick with it! I seem to remember that you were seated I. The rear half of the plane if you smoked, in the front half if you didn’t. It made little difference as the whole plane ended up full of smoke. But at that time it was the same everywhere; in offices, cinemas, pubs, cafes, on buses and on trains.
Cabin crew were called air hostesses then (there were no male cabin crew) and it always seemed to me that they changed outfits several times on a flight. They started off, when greeting passengers, in a smart suit, a little hat, a jaunty scarf and matching gloves. At some point the hat scarf and gloves came off. Later, when they came round with food, they would have a uniform tabard/ apron. By the time the plane was landing they were back in the full kit as at the start.
Apologies for a longer than usual break between posts. Perhaps I had bloggers’ block or maybe it’s becoming harder to think of topics I haven’t already covered. Over the past few weeks things have occasionally popped into my head and I’ve realised that they aren’t around any more. So this is a random collection of items. The only thing they have in common is that we don’t see them any more.
Motorbikes and Sidecars
My dad used to ride a motorcycle. When he married my mum he added a sidecar. My mum finally dug her heels in when she was pregnant with me and, as she described it, was being squished into the small space, hurtling along feeling too close to the road and unable to communicate with my dad. So he bought his first car! I have no idea of the make or model of either his motorbike or the sidecar so this is a stock image of something I imagine to be similar to what they had in 1951.
TV Westerns
We acquired our first TV when I was ten in 1961. It was so exciting! We three children enjoyed many programmes such as Sketch Club, Tales of the Riverbank, Zoo Quest and David Nixon’s magic show – which led me to want to be a magician when I grew up. For a while, anyway! Adventure programmes like Whirlybirds and RCMP we also loved. But right at the top of the list were the cowboy serials. We absolutely loved The Lone Ranger and The Range Rider. I also recall Laramie and Bronco. There is no cowboy history here in Britain so we devoured those Westerns as they were a totally new genre of story-telling for us and their adventures and heroic deeds were like nothing we’d ever come across before. My brother and I even got cowboy outfits for Christmas one year.
Enid Blyton
Oh, how we loved the Enid Blyton books! When I was enjoying the ripping yarns of the Famous Five and the Secret Seven my sister, who was younger than me, was enchanted by Tales of Green Hedges and The Magic Faraway Tree. The Five and the Seven had the most amazing adventures such as catching robbers and smugglers and yet always seemed to get home in time for tea. Although disapproved of nowadays by some, Enid Blyton was a prolific and hugely successful children’s author. At her peak she was writing fifty books a year. She usually began writing soon after breakfast, with her portable typewriter on her knee and, stopping only for a short lunch break, she continued writing until five o’clock, by which time she would usually have produced 6,000–10,000 words. Rumours that Blyton operated “a company of ghost writers” persisted, as some found it difficult to believe that one woman working alone could produce such a volume of work.
Rompers
When I was little, girl babies and toddlers wore dresses and little boys wore rompers. There were no unisex clothes, no Babygro’s, no tiny denim jeans and sweatpants and no tights, just socks.
Above is one of our family photographs of a brother and sister (they will know who they are!). The boy is in rompers and the girl in a dress.
45’s and 78’s
Music was played on discs. The very first ones were wax, then shellac and later they were made of vinyl. They were identified by their speed. When I was small the gramophone records (as they were known then) my mum and dad had were LPs (albums) which were played at 33 rpm and singles known as 78’s. Both were 12″ wide. Then, by the time I was old enough to be buying my first pop records, the singles were known as 45’s and were much smaller (7″) .
This is a potted history of the vinyl record. From 1939, Columbia Records were developing vinyl technology and in 1948, introduced the 12” Long Play (LP) 33 1/3 rpm record. The rivalry between RCA Victor and Columbia led to the introduction of another competing format by RCA, the 7”/45 rpm EP. The period where both of these formats fought for dominance from 1948-1950 was known as the “War of the Speeds.” After a few years, the 12”/33 rpm LP became the predominant format for albums, and the 7”/ 45 rpm record became the format of choice for singles. They always had paper sleeves and great care had to be taken with them as they scratched very easily. Or they could be kept in a wallet like the one below.
This is a handy little holder for 45’s which my brother gave me for as a birthday present when I was in my teens. It’s still full of my old singles. It has enough plastic wallets for 20 singles but I’ve got two in each so it’s quite a collection! There are no scratches on any of them, I was very careful with my records! The folder was really useful for taking records to parties or to friends’ houses.
Talcum Powder, Milk of Magnesia and Calamine Lotion
No bathroom was complete without a tin or two of talcum powder and a bottle each of Milk of Magnesia (for indigestion) and calamine lotion (for skin problems like sunburn, rashes and insect stings). Iodine was also popular and it’s what the teachers used to put on a cut if you fell and hurt yourself at playtime. How it stung!!!
There were everyday talcs like Johnson’s Baby Powder and, one of my mum’s favourites, Cuticura. You could also by talcum powder to go with a favourite perfume, sometimes they came in gift sets. A scented talcum powder was always a much appreciated gift for a mum, aunt or grandmother.
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When I was a child, a new diary always appeared at Christmas. Sometimes I found one in my stocking, other years it might be a present from a friend or relative. It was so exciting starting a new diary!! I loved filling in the details inside the cover and I always enjoyed looking through all the ‘useful’ information in the front. Back then, we had diaries to record daily events as they happened rather than to note things happening in the future. My mum loved writing. She wrote stories (several were published), she really loved writing letters and she wrote a daily journal into old age. On January 1st, once we’d written our thank you letters and New Year’s resolutions, we were encouraged to start filling in our diaries. From time to time as the year progressed, Mum would remind us to write in our diaries. I still have a few of mine and most years my daily entries only lasted the first few months. However, some of my 1960s diaries are full for the whole twelve months.
My 1959 diary was an Enid Blyton one. Even though it was pocket-sized and slim it had roughly 70 pages of ‘useful’ information before the dated pages started. Looking at it now, I see that I didn’t record much in it beyond March but I can clearly remember trying to learn Morse Code, Semaphore, the hand signing alphabet and knots from the pages shown. There were pages, too, on First Aid, history, wildlife, recipes and pocket-money making ideas.
My 1964 diary was titled Lett’s Schoolgirl’s Diary. Also a slim, pocket sized one it still managed to pack in approximately 70 pages of information thought to be useful to schoolgirls. In it there are log tables, conversion charts, lists of French verbs, weights and measures charts, embroidery instructions, photographs of famous people and much more. At the end of each week’s double page there is a snippet of information with a drawing. A small selection of these pages is shown below.
The diary below is from 1963. My sister had a matching one in red. We thought they had great covers! It’s one in which I wrote every day for the whole year, often in some detail. The interesting thing about this one is that the first two months and the first week of March are a detailed first-hand account of what’s now known as the Big Freeze. Because we lived in a remote part of mid Wales it affected us more than it did some other parts of the country. Most of the roads are narrow and twisting and became blocked when it snowed. As well as road problems we had burst pipe and boiler problems in both the village school and the secondary school I’d just started in which was five miles away. There were only three weeks out of those first nine when I was able to attend school for the full five days. I record the rain washing the last of the snow away on the 7th of March.
No credits this time as all the photographs are mine – hence the poor quality!
Something occurred to me recently. Now that we have moved into the digital age, we are fully conversant with the language which goes with electronic communication. Email is so very different from writing a letter on paper and putting it in a post box. Yet we use the same words – write. post, mail, inbox, etc.
One of my grandfathers was a rural postman in Wales for many, many years. He delivered to remote villages and isolated farmhouse all over his designated patch. He had a little hut several miles from his home where the mail was delivered and where he sorted it. As he was often waiting for a second delivery and it wasn’t worth cycling home and back again, he had a little vegetable garden next to the hut which he could tend whilst waiting. When he retired the GPO calculated how many miles he had cycled in his time with them. They presented him with a special medal and a certificate.
Here are some things I looked up about post in general to inform and entertain us.
Mail/ Post
The meaning “system for the conveyance of letters” is from 1660s. In the 1590s the definitions included the words “vehicle used to convey mails;”. In the 1670s mail/ post was defined as “a dispatch of letters from or to a place.”
Royal Mail issued its first uniform in 1784, for mail coach guardsA 1904 photograph of a London postman.
We use the word ‘mail’ for physical communication and now also digital. If you look up a definition of the word you’ll find that it is interchangeable with the word post. Post is the word mainly used in the UK – post-box, post a letter, post man etc – whereas in the US the word used is mail.
Type
Late 19th CenturyEarly 20th century
We still refer to typing, a word which has been in existence since the invention of typewriters in the 1860s.
Post box/ Mailbox/ Letter-box/ Inbox
Baldock’s First Letter Box
People didn’t have letterboxes in their houses until about 1849, when the Post Office started encouraging people to have them. Generally the only letter box was in the building known as a letter receiving house, where people posted their letters to be delivered. There were no pillar boxes at the side of roads until 1853. So this may have been the first letter box in Baldock, probably the aperture or letter box in a Letter Receiving House, the communications hub of the area at the time. This was before postage stamps and Baldock’s position at the junction of several major roads made it a focus of coaching activity. The Royal Mail used the coaching system at this time to transport letters.
Post-box, also mail-box, was defined in 1797 as a “box for mailbags on a coach,”. By 1853 letterbox was defined as “a box placed in some public place for the deposit of letters to be gathered by the postman,” .
Address
In 1712 the word address was defined as “the superscription of a letter, guiding it to its destination” and by 1816 the definition had become “place of residence”. The word began to be used in computer programming from 1948.
Signs and Symbols
Two of Britain’s familiar logos.
This image, often seen on domestic letter-boxes, is a link to the post horn used by the coach guards on the mail coaches in the 18th and 19th centuries.
Below is a selection of the icons connected to electronic mail which all relate to physical objects or processes.
A summary of the common icons.
To add a touch of 1950s and 60s history to this post, it cost twopence-halfpenny or 2 1/2d (1p in current money) to post a letter in the early 1950s. This rose to threepence or 3d in 1957. There were two deliveries a day to households right up until sixteen years ago. Back in my dad’s childhood, there was still a delivery on Christmas Day. You posted your Christmas cards to arrive on the day, the way we do with birthdays. Their family always had Christmas Day on Boxing Day because the 25th was taken up with my grandfather working all day plus two visits to chapel, morning and evening.
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Now there’s an expression from the ‘olden days’! When I was a child, hot water was a precious commodity. Although we had an indoor toilet and bathroom and an immersion heater for hot water in our house, many of the farms and houses in our village didn’t. My grandparents in North Wales didn’t have indoor plumbing either. In the fifties, they still carried their water in buckets from a public tap 50 metres or so from their house – it had been converted from a village pump to a village tap. Their toilet was in a shed at the end of the garden and involved buckets which needed emptying daily. Even people who had indoor plumbing and hot water in the fifties remembered how life had been, just a short while back, so the use of hot water was very carefully controlled. I also believe that electricity was more expensive back then in relation to income which was an additional factor.
There was always a ‘bath night’. Just once a week, usually on a Sunday so that you would be clean and ready for the week ahead at school. Back in the 20s, 30s and 40s, when our parents were growing up and water had to be carried into the house, hot water had to be heated in pans on the coal fire. The bath was a tin bath which was brought inside and filled with the hot water. Is it any wonder people only bathed once a week?
So in the fifties and sixties, even in houses with indoor bathrooms and hot water, people were still really, really careful with hot water and bath night was still strictly once a week.
The bathrooms of those days were not places designed to relax in like the bathrooms of today. No thick, fluffy towels warmed on the radiator, no scented oils, candles. There was no heating in British bathrooms in the fifities so bath night in winter was an ordeal – especially on the way into the bath and on the way out.
Toiletries were basic and the choice was limited.
Some basic soaps from the 50s.
Apart from the ubiquitous flannel, the only washing equipment found in 50s bathrooms were the loofah, the sponge and the pumice stone. Also a back brush and nail brush. What is interesting about the three items shown above is that none of them are man-made. The loofah and the sponge were living organisms and the pumice stone (why was it always mouse-shaped?) is a volcanic rock. The back brush and nail brush were always made of wood with natural bristles.
Toiletries were minimal. A bar of soap and a shampoo. Mums and Grandmas liked a bit of ‘scent’ in their bath water so there were things called bath cubes which were dissolved into the water. Bath cubes were one of the things you bought your mum or your granny as a present. Bubble baths became associated with luxury and glamour so bubble bath started to become popular as a bath additive and Hollywood stars were often shown relaxing in a bubble bath. Then came bubble bath for children and I well remember the arrival of Matey. The idea was that this fun-looking bottle had a liquid in it which made bubbles but also washed you clean! Radox was widely advertised in the 60s on TV as an additive which helped with aches and pains. I believe it was Epsom Salts or similar with a bit of added perfume. Epsom salts and some other salts and minerals are still hailed as being beneficial to the body when used externally such as in a hot bath
Below is a selection of toiletries and the washing aids available today. Just a few, there are hundreds, if not thousands!
This is not in the same vein as my usual posts. Even as a child I loved to write. Writing was one of my first loves. Any sort of writing gives me pleasure whether it’s stories, poems, letters or lists. I also love pens, pencils and notebooks. Even though I now write everything on a laptop.
Once I finished full time education, I found that I was not asked to write as I had been in school and university. At work, report writing is about it. So I wrote less and less. Sometimes I would get an idea and start to write. A story sometimes, or the opening chapter of a book. I would always end up ripping it up. Now I would press delete.
Since retiring from full time employment a few years ago, I have been able to devote more time to writing. This bog is the perfect outlet for me as I enjoy sharing my memories of my childhood. I have been richly rewarded by all the readers who visit it, the followers I have and the lovely comments I get.
Meanwhile, I started writing stories – and not deleting them! I wrote and wrote an wrote. I loved doing it. One day I decided to take the plunge and make them available for people to read. I’m in my sixties and decided that I’m to old to go down the agents/ publishers/ rejections route so I went with Amazon Kindle self-publishing and the result is a small collection of short stories in paperback and Kindle format.
I’m very happy to be in print. I’ve had some lovely feedback. Now I’m taking another plunge and telling the readers of my blog about it. Do take a look. There is no obligation to buy or to read it!
When I started school there were pencils which we learned to write with and pens which we were allowed to write with when we were a bit older, maybe seven or eight. Not much has changed. Except for the pens and, to a lesser extent, the pencils.
The only pens provided in my Primary School were the wooden handled dipping pens.
The ink for the pens was held in little china inkwells which fitted into holes in the desks. Each morning the ink monitors would make up a big jug of ink using ink powder and water, fill a trayful of inkwells, then place an inkwell into each desk hole. The standard issue school ink was a shade called blue-black. I hated the dullness of that colour and longed to write with a bright blue ink. Although the top year in our primary school (eleven year olds) were allowed to use their own pens, the headteacher loathed ball-points (biros) calling them ‘new-fangled rubbish’ and banned us from using them. If you were lucky enough to have your own fountain pen, and I got one for my eleventh birthday which saw me all the way through high school, you could use that in school. I would fill mine from a bottle of Quink at home so that I didn’t have to use school blue-black ink. Parker pens were the most desirable but most of us had the more affordable Platignum pens. There were no other types of pen apart from Dipping pens, fountain pens and biros. Fibre tips, toller ball, fine felt-tips, fibre tips all had yet to be invented or at least to become mainstream. I remember when Tempo pens arrived on the scene when I was a student (and still a fountain pen user) and I loved them! To this day I am still not a fan of writing in biro, preferring ink pens or pencil.
There isn’t as much to say about pencils. There is a vast array of colours and styles available now but the fundamental design hasn’t changed. I do remember we children being very excited in school when the teacher acquired a desk mounted pencil sharpener. What a joy to use! We all wanted to be pencil monitor and have the job of sharpening the class’ pencils first thing in the morning. These gadgets still exist, I have seen them in some classrooms in schools I worked in. The design hasn’t changed.
Then we come to colouring pencils or ‘crayons’. Again, the basic design remains unchanged. One well known brand I remember well is Lakeland. I loved the tins they came in with a Lakeland scene on the lid. Even the smallest tins of their crayons had the scenic image on the tin.
I didn’t know then but the reason they were called Lakeland was because they were manufactured in the Lake District. The Derwent pencil company began in 1832 in Keswick, Cumbria and remained well known for producing the finest pencils in the world. There is even a pencil museum in Keswick.
Keswick’s Pencil Museum.
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First of all, I would like to thank everyone who has ever read this blog: regular followers, fellow bloggers and occasional visitors. Today my total number of views, across 70 countries in the world, has just topped 10,000 which makes me very happy! This is small fry compared with some of the established bloggers out there but I’m just someone who likes writing and has some memories I enjoy sharing.
I have always loved writing letters. I love receiving them too. Letter writing is now more or less disappearing. How often do we get mail arriving with a handwritten envelope unless it’s a birthday or Christmas? Of course, we can still enjoy communicating with people. I still take pleasure in sending and receiving emails and text messages to all my contacts. A new personal email showing up in my Inbox is almost as exciting as hearing an expected letter drop through the letter-box. Almost – but not quite.
These are some of the things I enjoyed about sending and receiving letters.
First of all it was the very fact that you were communicating on a personal level with someone you cared about who was not living nearby. When I was a teenager I had pen friends, arranged by my school, in other countries. I also exchanged letters with grandparents. My paternal grandfather and I used to write letters in Welsh to each other. Welsh was my second language and his first language and I used to like improving my written Welsh by writing to him. He had always loved writing letters too. I have an old leather writing case which was his when he was alive. I also have my red leather writing case which my parents bought me one Christmas. I adored it! I exchanged letters with a few school friends who had moved away and with a very close friend who went away to boarding school. We are still good friends and I’m sure our term-time letter writing ensured that our primary school friendship survived our teenage years in separate schools.
Secondly, I took great pleasure in the materials involved. I loved my fountain pen and was particular about the make and shade of ink I bought – when I was a teenager I preferred Parker’s Quink in blue and as I grew older I favoured blue-black.
The paper was just as important. I absolutely loved spending some pocket money on a new writing pad and matching envelopes. I could never afford the very best but I didn’t like buying cheap and flimsy either.
As I had pen-friends (two in America and one in France) I also had to buy the extra-lightweight airmail paper and the envelopes with the red and blue stripes around the edge.
Two more things which have changed. When we addressed envelopes then we wrote the name and address on a slant like this
and then at some point it became
We didn’t have any postcodes when I was a child. Although there had been some postcodes in existence before, the codes as we know them were introduced in 1967 and released in stages until 1974. It was some time before they were used as automatically as we use them now.
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Keswick’s Pencil Museum.
Childhood Memories of growing up in the 1950s and 1960s. 