OH was born in 1944 so he was in the 'thick' of rationing. Though his memory isn't as it was he still vividly remembers his father who was demobbed out of the military police in 1947 (a kind but straight-talking man) who made him eat cold sprouts for breakfast because he refused to eat them for dinner the day before. He can also remember sitting on the back door step sobbing, when his mother asked whatever was the matter, he replied it was 'him' and he begged his mother to make him go away again. Think that was when his father had a reality check .
There were more things to worry about in those days than prissy about in the garden.
My parents called us 'the kids'. Two of us were born in the 50s, two in the 60s. My parents were born in 1928 and 1930. It was affectionate, not disrespectful. And I'm pretty sure there are photos with labels referring to 'kids' in my great grandfather's photo album from the 1920s. Maybe it's not about disrespect just a regional or class difference? (non-rural South London, lower middle class in that bit of the family).
'If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.'
I can't get too excited about it - the kids/children thing, or shortened words either. My posts tend to be long enough without writing rhododendrons or daffodils every time!
I do understand it though. I hate it when people, ie walkers, are described as hikers.... Ramblers is even worse, although they tend to be different from proper walkers anyway
It's a place where beautiful isn't enough of a word....
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Imagine giving a child a 12’ x 12’ piece of ground to grow their own vegetable on. I’m sure many would lose interest, not be able to cope with the size of it. Perhaps parents are more forceful in America.
Hopefully no one took it literally, who would plant a 100 bean plants in a 12’ run.
Also, what’s the point in showing this to us in UK who know nothing about growing vegetables and who’s methods are no good at all.
Gardening on the wild, windy west side of Dartmoor.
Yes Dove, as in, ‘They’re lovely little kiddies’ as opposed to, ‘get your blo*dy kids under control’ The thing I absolutely hate is calling unruly children /teenagers, Chavvies. .
Gardening on the wild, windy west side of Dartmoor.
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Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
There were more things to worry about in those days than prissy about in the garden.
Cambridgeshire/Norfolk border.
I do understand it though. I hate it when people, ie walkers, are described as hikers....
Ramblers is even worse, although they tend to be different from proper walkers anyway
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
When you don't even know who's in the team
S.Yorkshire/Derbyshire border
I’m sure many would lose interest, not be able to cope with the size of it.
Perhaps parents are more forceful in America.
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
The thing I absolutely hate is calling unruly children /teenagers, Chavvies. .
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
”Think of the little kiddies.”