Heat, Drought, Price of Petrol and ‘Going for the Rations.’ 2
Posted by berkeleyscot on June 25, 2008
We didn’t have a car. We walked to the local shops. On Fridays, the grocery boy delivered groceries on his bike. Milk was delivered daily by Jimmy the milkman and his horse, Peggy.
I said my first swear word when I repeated I heard what Jimmy called Peggy. She didn’t deserve it, but it was just the way he spoke!
Now with the price of petrol, I can say it again! “@$##%”
Richard and I take pleasure in saying we were ‘Immediate Post War Babies.’
We remember some food rationing that continued till 1954 when bananas were no longer rationed.
Mam always called grocery shopping, ‘going for the rations.’
Richard still has his ration coupon book. ‘Per ration per person per man, woman or child.’
We’re not THAT old, but how is it that our lives are quickly reverting to our childhood memories?
I think we’ll have a Victory Garden and keep chickens and a pig!
Do you dig it, Man?
