Snow on the way are you ready for it

Gers

The Monty Python Yorkshire Men sketch comes to mind here!

https://youtu.be/Xe1a1wHxTyo

JackieO - the recessed beds were a common feature of kitchens in those days. My DM and her neighbours all have the existing alcoves which have been converted mostly into shelving space. It's very easy to image a bed being in there still.

Farway

Blackbeard_of_Perranporth wrote: »

I missed the hurricane as well.

I missed that as well, that time I was working up near Glasgow, left the wife to get on with it, again. :)

Farway

JackieO wrote: »

Monnagran I too remember the 1947 winter ,boy was that a cold one .

I remember that one, mostly for having to trudge back home in huge deep snow with my Granddad to get my Flying Scotsman train set that I had for Christmas, made it all worthwhile

GreyQueen

I think the robust attitude to child-rearing extended into the sixties and seventies in many parts, certainly in my rural suvvern upbringing. Whinging and whining weren't regarded as admirable traits and weren't tolerated in all but the smallest of children.

Don't be such a big baby/ big girl's blouse! being a regular exhortation even to children under ten. My own mother regarded almost nothing as a good enough reason for keeping us off school, something I had cause to rue at primary as I limped off holding her hand, having trodden on and been stung by a wasp when I got out of bed that morning.

Mind you, Mum's family went thru the Blitz in the East End, and Dad's side nearly got wiped out by a crippled American bomber which narrowly avoiding crashing on their house. When you've hidden under tables from bombs and from machine gun fire, you tend to have a fairly low tolerance for silly whinging, and this can get passed down to your own children and grand-children.

I know where my y@xtr@x are and will be ready to deploy them if necessary.

Quick Q; for relatively short time intervals, would people recommend wellies over hiking boots for walking in heavy snow, or vice versa?

monnagran

ripplyuk wrote: »

Aww...., does it have to stop? I'm loving these tales of the olden days

Be careful what you wish for. You can have altogether too much of a good thing.


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GreyQueen

monnagran wrote: »

Be careful what you wish for. You can have altogether too much of a good thing.


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Now I'm in my fifties, I tell people I'm entering my anecdotage............ :rotfl:

monnagran

GQ. I guess it depends on having the right sort of snow. Hiking boots would probably be better on the slippery stuff, I wouldn't really know, not being a hiking sort of person. I should think that they would offer better grippiness.

The deep and crisp and even stuff would demand wellies to keep your nether limbs dry.

Several decades ago I was caught out after a posh lunch by emerging to find a blizzard raging. I just happened to be wearing new suede stilettos.....as you do when going out for a posh lunch. I happened to have one of those plastic fold-up rainhats so tied that over one foot. Plastic carriers weren't around then so my hostess offered a shower cap.
Thus I went home, my feet elegantly shod in one plastic rain hat and one pink, frilly shower cap.

It's so boring being old and sensible.

Hope that helps GQ.

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Art_Deco

I too was born December 1962 , I remember mum telling me how she was laid on my nanas bed looking at the icicles on the inside of the room, the midwife couldnt get through the snow, and how i was blue when i was born , im not sure if that was of the cold or the cord that was wrapped around my neck, she always blamed my poor circulation because of this, but i love the snow, a pain when having to walk 4 miles to work when the buses go off but love it all the same:j

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My middle brother Davey, whom I sadly lost last year used to sleep through the air raids and wake up just before the all clear sounded and ask for tea and toast.My Mum said we would all be down the shelter on often in our case we squashed in under the stairs, and Mum would be praying for Davey to wake up as she was convinced that him waking would mean we got through another raid. we lived in the east end of London until just before the war finished then my Dad decided to move us all to a safer place and we went to live in Blackheath which was only about 5 miles away but in those days it was virtually a village.:)

we were expected to be a hardy lot though and Make do and Mend was second nature, recycling came a good second to it, and Mum's unravelling wool from my brothers jumpers to reknit into socks or scarves was quite normal.We would haunt jumble sales in the hope of old woolies to was unravel and reknit.Mum once made me a hideous brown and yellow striped jumper, and I loathed it as I looked like a skinny demeneted wasp running around in the garden

melanzana

Where I live, around Christmas 2010 it was a whiteout.

Could not get out of the drive, paths were lethal, it was horrible. Luckily I was off work for the Christmas break.

We have elderly people around us, but no one could drive anywhere, really, it is a quiet cul de sac, so you can imagine.

Anyway, I put my trax thinggies on and paid a visit to those I knew around me to see how they were doing. Got a list off them for what they needed. Then borrowed a shopping trolley from one of the ladies and walked to the local shops and got them their few bits. They were delighted. I nearly broke my neck too, but nearly isn't actual so it was OK in the end!

Was no big deal for me, strapping lass that I am!

I am not looking for haloes or anything, just sometimes it's the little things isn't it?

I hope someone does the same for me when I can't get out of the house.