RISSOLES "oh I love rissoles" and yes it was Roast Sunday cold meat Monday wash day with the poss tub dolly old fashioned mangle (it mangled your fingers if you were not careful) and the bread rising in the steam of the wash house for the next few days though I preferred it warm. Rissoles Tuesday Mother had been the cook for an Austro- Italian couple over here working for ICI or Brunner Mond as it then was, the Lady of the house would be in the kitchen with Mother showing her the use of Herbs and how to make the Pasta's they loved, our rissoles were kings of the village not your normal tasteless models. Dad grew Herbs in the garden, mother and I would eat Italian dad and Sister would not eat that muck so meat and two veg for them, they know not what they missed.
I came out of hibernation when I saw rissoles not much gardening in the NE we have had snow and frosts for a couple of weeks, our gardening starts in February and I would normally start by building a hot box, we had plenty of straw and horse manure so started and grew lots of stuff on that, Strawberries three weeks before anyone else, that was the way to go. Well back to sleep then.
Sorry I'm playing a bit of catch up here but I remember the first TV I ever saw. It was in my Great Aunts (2 of them) house and it was in 1953. All the neighbourhood were invited into their house to watch the coronation. The TV was about 1 foot square and it had a ginormous magnifying glass on a stand in front of it. Remember the Queen looking very regal but thats about all.
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We were obviously posh! Dad made a square of aluminium sheet to fit the hearth and 'draw' the fire. Clearly safer than newspaper, but even that had a melted bit near the top!!
He also made a bedwarmer - a flattened cylinder of aluminium sheet, with perforated ends anfd fitted with a lightbulb, an electric warming pan. You couldn't keep it in bed with you, but it made the sheets less cold and clammy to get into, in the unheated bedrooms. And you woke up on winter mornings with a wet patch under your nose where your breath had condensed on the sheet!
Pa made an electric bedwarmer by making a cage of galvanised wire mesh with an electric lightbulb suspended inside it. It worked well for quite a while until something went wrong and it scorched the mattress!!!!!!!!! Ma then sent him out to buy a proper one, made by Belling
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
My parents said ( before my time) that they were the only ones who had a tv, so most of the street gathered in their house to watch the coronation in 53......quite a party was had ,I should think.
Electric bedwarmers, no, hot water bottles wrapped in a blanket for us.
My Grandad was quite religious, but the best and most mischievous Grandad you could have, so he took a dim view of television. I used to go next door to watch theirs - Muffin the Mule, Tony Hart, the Clangers etc.
Peggy once to told me a little ditty: Isn't it funny a rabbit's a bunny. If you lift up its tail you see something funny. My Mum who was the model for Mrs Bouquet was quite shocked.
Oh, dear, all the memories are tumbling back. You may have started something you may regret.
My parents bought a television to watch the coronation in 53 (the summer my little brother was born). However in '56 we moved from Bedfordshire to a dilapidated farm in a very rural area of Suffolk and the village had no electricity. People used to come and look at our television, but we couldn't switch it on and they didn't understand what it did because they'd never seen one, and most of them had never been to the cinema either.
By the time electricity came to the village ITV was up and running and my schoolfriends' parents bought modern tvs on which they watched Bonanza, and Sunday Night at the London Palladium and other sophisticated programmes which our old television couldn't receive. I had to wangle invitations to tea in order to see them and keep up with the chatter in the playground.
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
The library at Boots! Oh, yes, I remember it well. I used to take books back for an old lady further up the street; it was a bus ride away, and quite a treat to have the bus fare paid by her and also the cost of her borrowing books. She was an ex school teacher and gave me many of her lovely books on nature, which I treasure to this day.
The public library was free. You had to be 7 to be allowed to join, but because I was an avid reader, my mother applied for me to have a ticket a year early. I remember the excitement of my very first book. It smelled of the library. It had a bright orange cover. I have no idea what it was, because I never read it - I would just sit and wonder at its smell and colour. But when I changed it for a book that I wanted, my whole world changed.
We didn't have a TV until about 1963, so it was Listen With Mother (Daphne Oxenford: "Are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin . . ." and later, Children's Hour with fabulous dramatizations: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, The Eagle of the Ninth, Phra the Phoenician, The Midnight Folk among others.
For the Coronation we went to my uncle's house to watch his tiny TV. And all the family contributed to the High Tea afterwards. Father made the most amazing salad platter, with the crown picked out on a bed of lettuce: beetroot for the velvet, cut radishes etc for the jewels. It was a shame to eat it!
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RISSOLES "oh I love rissoles" and yes it was Roast Sunday cold meat Monday wash day with the poss tub dolly old fashioned mangle (it mangled your fingers if you were not careful) and the bread rising in the steam of the wash house for the next few days though I preferred it warm. Rissoles Tuesday Mother had been the cook for an Austro- Italian couple over here working for ICI or Brunner Mond as it then was, the Lady of the house would be in the kitchen with Mother showing her the use of Herbs and how to make the Pasta's they loved, our rissoles were kings of the village not your normal tasteless models. Dad grew Herbs in the garden, mother and I would eat Italian dad and Sister would not eat that muck so meat and two veg for them, they know not what they missed.
I came out of hibernation when I saw rissoles not much gardening in the NE we have had snow and frosts for a couple of weeks, our gardening starts in February and I would normally start by building a hot box, we had plenty of straw and horse manure so started and grew lots of stuff on that, Strawberries three weeks before anyone else, that was the way to go. Well back to sleep then.
Frank.
Sorry I'm playing a bit of catch up here but I remember the first TV I ever saw. It was in my Great Aunts (2 of them) house and it was in 1953. All the neighbourhood were invited into their house to watch the coronation. The TV was about 1 foot square and it had a ginormous magnifying glass on a stand in front of it. Remember the Queen looking very regal but thats about all.
We were obviously posh! Dad made a square of aluminium sheet to fit the hearth and 'draw' the fire. Clearly safer than newspaper, but even that had a melted bit near the top!!
He also made a bedwarmer - a flattened cylinder of aluminium sheet, with perforated ends anfd fitted with a lightbulb, an electric warming pan. You couldn't keep it in bed with you, but it made the sheets less cold and clammy to get into, in the unheated bedrooms. And you woke up on winter mornings with a wet patch under your nose where your breath had condensed on the sheet!
Pa made an electric bedwarmer by making a cage of galvanised wire mesh with an electric lightbulb suspended inside it. It worked well for quite a while until something went wrong and it scorched the mattress!!!!!!!!!
Ma then sent him out to buy a proper one, made by Belling 
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
My parents said ( before my time) that they were the only ones who had a tv, so most of the street gathered in their house to watch the coronation in 53......quite a party was had ,I should think.
Electric bedwarmers, no, hot water bottles wrapped in a blanket for us.
My Grandad was quite religious, but the best and most mischievous Grandad you could have, so he took a dim view of television. I used to go next door to watch theirs - Muffin the Mule, Tony Hart, the Clangers etc.
Peggy once to told me a little ditty: Isn't it funny a rabbit's a bunny. If you lift up its tail you see something funny. My Mum who was the model for Mrs Bouquet was quite shocked.
Oh, dear, all the memories are tumbling back. You may have started something you may regret.
My parents bought a television to watch the coronation in 53 (the summer my little brother was born). However in '56 we moved from Bedfordshire to a dilapidated farm in a very rural area of Suffolk and the village had no electricity. People used to come and look at our television, but we couldn't switch it on and they didn't understand what it did because they'd never seen one, and most of them had never been to the cinema either.
By the time electricity came to the village ITV was up and running and my schoolfriends' parents bought modern tvs on which they watched Bonanza, and Sunday Night at the London Palladium and other sophisticated programmes which our old television couldn't receive. I had to wangle invitations to tea in order to see them and keep up with the chatter in the playground.
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
There was no tv reception in our town until the late 1950s. Too many hills ,so a mast was built and tv "piped" in.
All the school chidren were taken to the cinema (some time later) to see the Coronation and film of the ascent of Everest.
No public library at that time either but Boots the Chemists had a library above their shop and you paid to use it.
The library at Boots! Oh, yes, I remember it well. I used to take books back for an old lady further up the street; it was a bus ride away, and quite a treat to have the bus fare paid by her and also the cost of her borrowing books. She was an ex school teacher and gave me many of her lovely books on nature, which I treasure to this day.
The public library was free. You had to be 7 to be allowed to join, but because I was an avid reader, my mother applied for me to have a ticket a year early. I remember the excitement of my very first book. It smelled of the library. It had a bright orange cover. I have no idea what it was, because I never read it - I would just sit and wonder at its smell and colour. But when I changed it for a book that I wanted, my whole world changed.
We didn't have a TV until about 1963, so it was Listen With Mother (Daphne Oxenford: "Are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin . . ." and later, Children's Hour with fabulous dramatizations: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, The Eagle of the Ninth, Phra the Phoenician, The Midnight Folk among others.
For the Coronation we went to my uncle's house to watch his tiny TV. And all the family contributed to the High Tea afterwards. Father made the most amazing salad platter, with the crown picked out on a bed of lettuce: beetroot for the velvet, cut radishes etc for the jewels. It was a shame to eat it!
I have greatly enjoyed reading through this thread. Thanks everyone!