Everything seemed to be rationed in Britain during the Second World War and even more so afterwards for the country was nearly bankrupt after the previous six years fighting.
Even coal was too as it was the main heat source for millions of people to warm their homes with open fires in the living rooms whilst at night you sought comfort in bed with a warm hot water bottle.
Coal was needed in many industries and only so much could be allocated
for home use except for the variety named “Nutty slack” which was small nuggets
of poor quality coal and useless coal dust.
So in our house our open fires were fueled with this very smoky fuel
that was a pain to get alight and subject to the vagaries of the weather if an
errant breeze over the chimney caused a downdraft and puff a cloud of smoke
into the living room caused everyone to cough and choke.
The remedy was to hold a sheet of newspaper in front of the fire to
prevent that happening and for the embers to suck air from the room to maintain ignition
and encourage the coals to burn.
Often to add to the fun the paper would catch fire too causing my father
to drop it quickly and stamp on it to put it out while we hid behind a chair!
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It was a very difficult time, wasn't it? Almost as hard as the war itself.
ReplyDeletedamn! hard to imagine and at the same time, (through stories such as this) an enjoyable exercise to try and see the world as it was experienced by others, in a past time.
ReplyDeleteGood job, the hot water bottle took me right back to my mountain home in the hills of Virginia. I love going back there, even if it is only in my mind. Thanks!!
ReplyDeleteA glimpse into the past, through a child's eyes. Love it.
ReplyDeleteA child can find fun in many things that an adult can not! The child has a way of dismissing hard times and continue just being a child. The adults have a heavier burden. Great story.
ReplyDeleteIf you aren't working on your biography, Old Egg, you should be. These stories of childhood from a time that will soon be forgotten are important! This memory made me sad for the struggle, and smile for the children laughing as they watch their father being quick to stamp out errant flames.
ReplyDeleteIm with Josie!!! I love all your childhood stories and would relish the chance to read them all together!
ReplyDeleteDo try to get a copy of " Ethel and Ernest" by Raymond Briggs. It is an illustrated biography of his parents lives. You will love it.
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