How much did 2 OXO's cost in 1936?

Ted_Bloke

margaretclare wrote:

The Hovis ad - little lad pushing his bike up a hill in sepia tones - uses part of the symphony 'From the New World' by the Czech composer already mentioned.

If you visit Prague, do not miss a visit to his house. If you have not been to Prague, do not miss doing so.

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Mr_Proctalgia wrote:

I was born into a corner shop in the fifties! So not as wise and venerable as you lot. I can definitely remember the end of rationing though. Remember sugar in Blue Bags, loose butter in grease proof paper, lard ditto, Biscuits in glass topped tins, bananas in wooden coffins, loose Oxo's in big tins (cannot remember the price though - Sorry) a strange pot thingie that kept the ham in place when carving. Flying saucers, shrimps, black jacks and licorice root. Rock salt, a big red Berkel slicer with a wheel on front. Single Gillette razor blades that went rusty in a blink, crisps with a proper salt twist of paper, and a huge till that made a ker-ching noise when you had to press the correct mix of huge keys ( No racism intended but my dad called it the "Jewish Piano")
The good old days Eh? - We had to share a loo at the end of the yard, tin baths, no heating, no hot water, no bloody money either.

I can remember all of those things too.Going into Sainsburys with my Mum and buying 1/4 of butter and the man using two wooden paddles to cut and shape this tiny bit of butter ,it was wrapped and presented to my Mum with as much dignity as if she had bought a lb. of the stuff. You could buy eggs singly then as well.1.1/4d 2d 2.1/4d each. When times were a bit lean she would buy two or three eggs and they were streeetched to feed our family .
Milk was kept in a galvanised bucket of water in the summer to keep fresh. Chicken (only bought at Christmas ) was bought complete with feathers and my brothers and I had to sit for hours plucking the feathers.My Mum would burn the stubbly bits off with a candle
That gallop across the icy lino at night to jump into bed.Waiting for my Dad to come home, and he would always throw his greatcoat over my feet on my bed for extra warmth.
My strongest memories of my childhood is of always feeling cold in the winter, and never feeling full-up .Because of rationing my brothers and I were always feeling hungry. My poor old Mum did so well having three kids on a soldiers pay,which wasn't a great deal in 1945. We became a bit better off when my Dad was demobbed though.
I can't think of anything apart from the feeling of saftey in our street when I was little that I would like to see return. Communities were closer in those days as everyone was in the same boat then, we were all broke,cold and hungry. Todays generation have their problems, and I wouldn't want to be bringing up a family today .But the good old days ,no I wouldn't want to go back to them they wern't all that good.

margaretclare

JackieO wrote:

My strongest memories of my childhood is of always feeling cold in the winter, and never feeling full-up .Because of rationing my brothers and I were always feeling hungry. My poor old Mum did so well having three kids on a soldiers pay,which wasn't a great deal in 1945. We became a bit better off when my Dad was demobbed though.
I can't think of anything apart from the feeling of safety in our street when I was little that I would like to see return. Communities were closer in those days as everyone was in the same boat then, we were all broke,cold and hungry. Todays generation have their problems, and I wouldn't want to be bringing up a family today .But the good old days ,no I wouldn't want to go back to them they weren't all that good.

Hi JackieO, thanks for your memories.

I am interested. You see, one of MY strongest memories from childhood is that I was never hungry and never cold. Of course, I was cold on coming home from school on a snowy, frosty day, but I was always warm, well-fed, well-clothed and well-loved. The feeling of safety in the streets - no, I didn't have that because I was bullied unmercifully all the way home from school (a 2-mile walk from the village, and I was chased and had to run most of the way). I was bullied because my mum was an unmarried mum in the days when it really wasn't the thing to be. We were stigmatised - she was exploited and looked down on, and I was bullied. We had a comfortable little home, though, and only many years later did I realise what a lot I had to be grateful for. Their hard work and sacrifice was what made it all possible. My mum could have been rejected by her parents, turned out, sent to a mental hospital even (this happened to other unmarried mums, believe it or not). My aunt had polio in 1926 and never walked again - she spent most of her life sitting on the floor. From there, she sewed, knitted, made and repaired clothes (either for us or for people who paid her small amounts), cooked, baked, washed-up, you name it. When I was born it was my grandparents, my mum and aunt, and me - that was 1935. My grandmother died in 1938 and my grandad 1948, just before the start of the NHS. There was only one hospital bed in the whole of the West Riding when he needed one, and that was at Keighley, 40 miles away. It took my mum all day to visit him, there and back, about 3 bus journeys in each direction and then strictly one hour's visiting.

In the country, maybe food was easier to come by - some of it wasn't dependent on rationing. I used to walk to the farm for a can of frothy warm milk - skimmed milk, because the butter-fat had been separated out to make butter. I remember my mum turning the heavy butter-churn and making butter in the dairy at the farm. I used to like going to the farm to see the newly-hatched chicks.

all for now

Margaret

Dora_the_Explorer_5

That gallop across the icy lino at night to jump into bed.Waiting for my Dad to come home, and he would always throw his greatcoat over my feet on my bed for extra warmth.

The old joke was that poor people had an army greatcoat on top of the bedclothes in the winter - posher people used an RAF one :rotfl:

I can't remember my mum's divi number, shame on me, but I can remember my National Identity number. Should come in useful at some point in the future

I had a Yorkshire Penny Bank savings account from my first year in infant school, and still bank with it. Talk about embedded brand loyalty !

margaretclare

Dora_the_Explorer wrote:

I had a Yorkshire Penny Bank savings account from my first year in infant school, and still bank with it. Talk about embedded brand loyalty !

Funny you should say that. I'm always hearing that 'older people aren't used to bank accounts, never had them, don't want one now, want to go on cashing pensions and wish we still had pension books....etc etc'

I had a bank account from my very first day at school, that was September 1940. And like you, Dora, it was the Yorkshire Penny Bank, although I don't bank with them now. The school acted as a bank sub-branch and this is another memory - trotting to school every Monday morning with my bank book in a little hand-stiched bag and a few pennies. Where they managed to find the pennies, what they did without so that I could have them, I've no idea.

My DH also had a bank account at his school, he remembers the same thing, only it's unlikely to have been the Yorkshire Penny Bank. We were really encouraged to save in those days!

I was always warm in bed. We had feather beds and feather eiderdowns, and I would go to bed with a stone hot-water bottle at my feet. No electricity - I went to bed by candle-light. Later as a grammar school girl, I did my homework by oil-lamp.

Margaret Clare

martidj

Used to see adverts on the busses saying the price of an oxo was a farthing this would be in the late 40's early 50's. As inflation was non existent then I would assume that to be the case in earlier years