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In
the 1930s, 40s
and early 50s with people being
less well off, it stood to reason that ways of supplementing their meagre
income were very important to many families. Even the kids would find
ways of earning a few pence and some even became very adept at doing
so. I suppose their hardworking parents having to toil so hard to make
some kind of a living, became what would currently be described as "role
models". However, earning money wasn't the only way that people
helped out their family budget, not by any means.
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Terry
the greengrocer's Dad Jimmy Boxall and daughter Rose in the early years
of Whitehawk selling greengrocery from his horse and cart. Jimmy's wife
served greengrocery from their council house in Wiston Road whilst Jimmy
did the rounds.
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There
were many jobs that could be tackled by yourself rather than pay out
good money to have them done, like mending shoes, sweeping
chimneys, making toys for the kids or pieces of furniture.
The same was the case with the kids as well, they made things to play
with; models of aeroplanes, boats or cars, kites, bows and arrows and
even catapults were all within their capabilities. Mostly made from
scrap or previously used material, or to use modern terminology "recycled".
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I
suppose that it was not surprising that youngsters learned ways of making
a few pence, after all in those days there was no such thing as pocket
money, or at least, very little of it.
It
was a great help to people that quite a lot of the commodities that
were required could be made or grown and could be bought locally without
travelling too far. One of the blessings was that some traders sold
their goods around the streets, greengrocery, bread and even meat as
well as milk, logs and coal. Some local tenants even sold these things
from their houses to make a living or just to help with the family's
costs, such as, firewood, toffee apples, winkles or plants. Horse and
carts were a common and regular sight around the estates, conveying
all those different wares. There was Groom's the baker with the
horse and cart as was Mr Cracknell the greengrocer, Barlow
the coalman with his lorry and Henry the butcher in his little
van and of course Mr Crolla pushing his old ice cream cart. Quite
a variety.
Naturally
there have been many different characters that have lived on the
estates over the years, all having a bond through their working
class roots. The people of our communities were always the salt
of the earth, with a sense of community and generally tough as old
boots. They had to be, to survive in those hard times. I'm sure
that the same sort of situations existed in towns throughout the
whole country, after all working class people across the land were
living in conditions of poverty and families had to be fed and clothed.
Those far off days, sometimes referred to as "the Good Old
Days" were certainly hard times for most working class folk.
That being said however, different values applied and relatively
small pleasures took on a much greater significance then than they
currently would. People had different perspectives and although
very poor, never the less could find ways to enjoy themselves, a
condition that in some quarters was known as "hard up but happy".
It
is indeed surprising, just how resilient ordinary folk can be in the
face of hardship and growing up in tough conditions gives people a certain
outlook on life. The memory of how families had to struggle to survive
tends to make a person somewhat grateful for "small mercies".
Keeping food on the table has always been the name of the game, but
it is considerably easier in these modern times, although some people
don't realise just how difficult it really was many years ago. When
such circumstances prevail, we tend to discover just how resourceful
and indeed talented we can be. I know that older people always seem
to talk about the hardships of yesteryear and the social deprivation
that folk had to bear. Even if someone had a job, wages were only a
pittance, which meant that economies had to be made in every way possible,
nothing was ever wasted.
Written
by Fred Netley.
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