The Day Before Yesterday: 122 - Half A Pie
...Before Linda started school, I would take them by bus, shopping into town on Friday morning. They loved this as we called in the large covered market. Upstairs was a cafe tucked away in one corner. They sold small pork pies and mushy peas. This was our treat for lunch. We sat there each Friday, the children managing half a pie each. It's funny how they remember little things like this....
Gladys Schofield continues her life story. To read earlier episodes please click on http://www.openwriting.com/archives/the_day_before_yesterday/
We had a hut on our property, David bought a few hens, like his dad, hoping to make a bit extra, I got my eggs from him and paid the going price, after all, he had to buy their food and care for them. We asked him what job he preferred to do. I was hoping he would be interested in heating and ventilating as this would be important in the future but he said he would like to join the engineering firm, both his brothers worked at. He went and got work in the tool making department. Now all three boys worked for David Browns. The two oldest design draughtsmen, with David tool making.
Before Linda started school, I would take them by bus, shopping into town on Friday morning. They loved this as we called in the large covered market. Upstairs was a cafe tucked away in one corner. They sold small pork pies and mushy peas. This was our treat for lunch. We sat there each Friday, the children managing half a pie each. It's funny how they remember little things like this.
Cliff decided one weekend to try the green Consul car, through the winding roads to Blackpool for the day. David was the only boy accompanying us that day. We travelled well until about the outskirts of our destination and came to a hait, as rows and rows of traffic were trying to do the same as us and enjoy the Sunday sunshine.
It took us one hour to cover the last mile or two. Families bored with waiting would get out of the car and walk a few yards, to stretch their legs. Two of our children did this a time or two. Policemen on duty were kept busy controlling this section of the Highway and at last we were able to move a little faster.
England was certainly in need of the new motorways they began to build in the sixties. Blackpool is only one hours drive these days.
But there's something to be said about the way we travelled. We passed the time singing. All the children joining in or playing games of 'I spy' if they got bored with the scenery. The outings always seemed jolly. On one weeks holiday, Alan was left in charge at home, accompanied with a friend. I don't know how they lived that week, Alan certainly needed a lesson on toast making, as the peddle bin was full of burnt sacrifices. Maybe he thought it had to be burned before it was scraped and eaten. Anyway the house was not burned down so we should be thankful.
