Easier to be OS in the olden days?

Goldiegirl

meritaten wrote: »

its funny isn't it Goldie - I never heard anyone say 'The pools man' it was always the 'The pools lady'! our pools lady must have been staggering under the weight of all those halfpennies, pennies and thruppences! I mean - Thursday night and nobody got paid 'til Friday! a good many settees must have got turned upside down on Thursdays!
Did you turn up some interesting old coins?

I suppose it was always the pools lady, as it was a little part time job for some 'pin' money.

My mum started being the pools lady when I was quite young, so it was a way to earn extra money when my dad was home to look after me.

Although, by the mid 70's, my mum had got herself a part time job in an office, but she still kept the pools round going.

At one time, she tore her Achilles' tendon, and couldn't walk for three months. So my dad did the round for her, and I had to go in to town on a Thursday evening after school to collect the coupons and money from her office and a few shops too. It was a family business, almost.

By the 80's my parents had retired, by my mum still did her round, and my dad took a round on as well, in neighbouring streets to my mum. By this time, they had the luxury of a car to get to the round. Overall, my mum did her round for the best part of 30 years.

But there was nothing like the excitement of the early days when I counted the 'old' money. I found quite a lot of old Victorian and Edwardian pennies, which I took for my collection and substituted them with a newer 1960's penny.

Happy days

Edited to add - all that money counting must have been a help, I started work in a bank in 1976!

ivyleaf

Doveling wrote: »

Just read a piece on the BBC news site magazine bit about "Singing Together" one of the radio for schools programmes. Took me right back to "Music and Movement" as well. No fancy trainers and sports kit then! Bare feet, vest and pants:eek:
I am a piece of living history :rotfl:

Ah yes, music and Movement :rotfl: I remember one funny little song we used to run and jump around to went (as I managed to work out later):

"Johnny get your hair cut, hair cut, hair cut,

Johnny get your hair cut

Just - like - ME!"

My friend and I misheard the words, and were happily singing

"Jolly little bear cub, bear cub, bear cub...."

Which at the age of seven, was probably more plausible