I am in the process of trying to do my family tree on the genes reunited website with my cousin in Cardiff. It was somethng both our Mums had wanted to do but have both sadly passed on.
Anyways.... my great uncle (cousin's gradfather) wrote his only little biography when he was 82 (sadly he is no longer with us) and each member of the family got a copy. I have never really taken much interest in it until now and I can't get over how nice things sounded back then...
This is just a small extract from it from when he was approx 6yrs old...
St. Germains must have been the dreariest suburb in London. In the day-time there was a little life in the form of the woman going shopping and the tradesmen's delivery carts. The postman made four deliveries a day; the milk man pushed his hand-barrow round twice a day, every day including Sundays, Bank holiday and Christmas day. The baker delivered bread daily and the coal man came round most days with two shire horses pulling a heavy load of Derby Bright coal at half-a-crown (12 1/2 new pence) per hundred-weight, The window cleaner pushed his ladders arround on a little barrow. A barrow-load of vegetables and fruit was pushed around by its owner who would shout "Apples a Pound Pears" and "they're all ripe".
Sounds like something out of an old Sunday afternoon TV drama.
Anyways.... my great uncle (cousin's gradfather) wrote his only little biography when he was 82 (sadly he is no longer with us) and each member of the family got a copy. I have never really taken much interest in it until now and I can't get over how nice things sounded back then...
This is just a small extract from it from when he was approx 6yrs old...
St. Germains must have been the dreariest suburb in London. In the day-time there was a little life in the form of the woman going shopping and the tradesmen's delivery carts. The postman made four deliveries a day; the milk man pushed his hand-barrow round twice a day, every day including Sundays, Bank holiday and Christmas day. The baker delivered bread daily and the coal man came round most days with two shire horses pulling a heavy load of Derby Bright coal at half-a-crown (12 1/2 new pence) per hundred-weight, The window cleaner pushed his ladders arround on a little barrow. A barrow-load of vegetables and fruit was pushed around by its owner who would shout "Apples a Pound Pears" and "they're all ripe".
Sounds like something out of an old Sunday afternoon TV drama.