Fascinating stuff. Thanks for posting. What were your school years roughly?
Thanks
I started in September 1954, two months after my 5th birthday.
Definitely not trying to be a fifth Yorkshireman but our county was a backwater. My first conscious memories are of the Coronation and heavy flooding, both must have been 1953. At that time our rented house was a stone built terrace with stone flag floors and the w.c. in an unlit shed at the bottom of the garden. It had been condemned as unfit for human habitation before the War but un-condemned around 1940 for some reason... The village (on the outskirts of an expanding town) High Street on which we lived had gas street-lights apart from a much-admired electric one near the junction with the (then) A50. Milk was delivered by horse and cart and milk was poured from a churn into your jug by the milk-man. We were next door to a butcher that slaughtered animals sourced locally. Children slightly older had caught TB but this was being eradicated - the scare of my age group was polio. Luckily I only caught whooping cough, scarlet fever and chicken pox (not all at once, for the sake of clarity!) etc, soon recovered. I did say that 'I'm not
that old' but reading that might seem from a distant world.
Most of my school-friends lived in similar circumstances, some slightly better, some worse. What was present then was optimism about the future and everything did seem to be getting better quickly.
The Eagle boys' paper always had optimistic articles about new inventions that would soon make life even better. We moved into a council house in 1956. Luxury!
I try to retain that optimism today but it
is difficult ...