We had a lovely family lunch on Sunday and it may be that sometime I shall write up a bit more about my Grandma but for the moment, no. I need to sit and think a little bit more. Instead I shall write a little about my life in my own home
One thing distinguished my home from many others. I know no Brit older than me who was born into a household where there was already a television. My Father used to have to go away from home on business trips and a couple of months before I made my arrival in October 1951 he bought Mother a TV to keep her company when he was away. It was not until the coronation in 1953 that TVs started to become more usual.
Every afternoon before I started schoolMother and I would settle down to “Watch with Mother”. Mondays meant “Picture Book” and the other weekdays were “Andy Pandy”, “Bill and Ben”, “Rag, Tag and Bobtail” and “The Woodentops”.
|Looby Loo, Andy Pandy and Teddy|
|Bill and Ben|
|Rag, Tag and Bobtail|
Friday was my favourite day for the Woodentop family included The Biggest Spotty Dog You Ever Did See! Mother would sit in the front of her armchair leaving a space behind where I would snuggle while she did her endless knitting.
My memories of childhood are of safety and calm. Looking back I was indeed privileged.