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|Well, I’m just a lad but I remember cod liver oil, fried bread or champs sometimes for tea, itchy woolly trousers, walking to school a couple of times a week and spending the saved fare on 1/2 ounce of Old Holborn, being a mug for dares resulting in getting caned a lot, a whack from a copper (didn’t feel like it at the time but it was better than going to the magistrates and getting a conviction), saving up pennies for the latest Airfix model airplane or warship (after a break of 40 years I’ve started doing that again!), slam door trains that had guards, breaking a leg at school (no OSH, Labour Dept investigation, or talk of suing in those days - I was happy to get a few weeks off school), playing on the common and bomb sites all day, warm milk at school and school dinners for a bob,.......the list goes on.|
But it wasn’t all good, I remember classmates in leg irons from polio.
Pity for the guilty is treason for the innocent.