O/T Ice on Windows

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As a kid I remember how cold it was at winter. And I remember the windows just like this.

[soulman101]

As a kid I remember how cold it was at winter. And I remember the windows just like this.

Our mom used to warm our shirts up in front of the fire before we went to school, she even did when we went of the work at 16.
Then you got to school and the heating was off, so you had to sit in you coat all day.

[Dubbag]

Yeah same here. Remember the ice on the inside of the window as well as the outside.
Along with about twenty coasts thrown on your bed to keep you extra warm....

[mickd1961]

Same here.

Going up to Yorkshire and staying at my nan's in winter was an eye opener.

Multiple layers of blankets, so heavy that as a kid it felt like the weight would crush you, hot water bottles, sleeping with clothes on etc.

My memories of her house and the way it made me feel are why I've got an agreement with the present owner that she'll sell it me when she moves on in the next couple of years.

I remember when my dad and our neighbour installed central heating into our house when we moved to Stourbridge, it was around 1969 I think and my dad, although not a plumber, he was such a clever bloke he could turn his hand to anything and mum's house still has that same system working like a charm 53 years later.

Waking on the first morning that the heating was working was magical, I can still feel the warm floorboards on my feet from that first morning.

99% of people under 50 haven't got a clue as to just how how basic things were for us over 60's as kids.........many of us would now be classed as "living in poverty" if those conditions existed today.

[boingy]

Yup.

[Omegstrat6]

Me too. Can still vividly remember the ice on the inside of the windows of my bedroom even in the newly built (early 60s) semi we moved into as a young child that my mum and dad purchased with the help of a family loan. My mum and dad still live there today and it's very nice but when we first moved in there was no central heating even in those days so remember sleeping under piles of blankets and an eiderdown (one of those lovely fire hazard nylon things!). Still, at least we had an indoor toilet and proper bathroom which was more than my grandparents had. At the risk of sounding like the classic "4 Yorkshire men" sketch, my better half always remembers that when she visited her grandparents she always prayed that her wee would be enough to break the ice in the bottom of the pan😀.My own grandma used to replace the torn up strips of newspaper hanging on the nail of the privy with cut up squares from a magazine when her posher relatives used to visit.

As Mick says, how today's generation would cope God only knows.

[Bombers right foot]

“As Mick says, how today's generation would cope God only knows”
That’s the point, they can’t cope, most of them would need counselling, I find todays snowflake generation laughable

[Joy_Division]

I was 15 years old before I experienced living in a house with an indoor toilet and bathroom. Up until then it was a strip wash in the kitchen every Sunday night and a shower in the week at school after gym. I remember the awesome feeling when we moved from my nan's house to a rented house and the outside toilet had a light in it which could be switched on from the kitchen. No more taking a torch to have a crap at night. We had to put a hurricane lamp in the toilet during the winter to stop the toilet freezing up.

[WBA1955]

Until I was 10 we had coal fires in all of the rooms, bedrooms too. We moved when I was 15 and had an indoor toilet for the first time, actually we had two, one upstairs one down.
Going to the outside loo in the winter of 63 was an experience. I also walked to primary school and back in it, four times a day, on my own aged seven. The school was about a mile away. Snow wasn't too bad the fogs were the worst.
Kids today wouldn't be able to cope, they are still on their mothers teats until they are 16.

[mickd1961]

Until I was 10 we had coal fires in all of the rooms, bedrooms too. We moved when I was 15 and had an indoor toilet for the first time, actually we had two, one upstairs one down.
Going to the outside loo in the winter of 63 was an experience. I also walked to primary school and back in it, four times a day, on my own aged seven. The school was about a mile away. Snow wasn't too bad the fogs were the worst.
Kids today wouldn't be able to cope, they are still on their mothers teats until they are 16.

My dad told me that in 63 the snow was so bad in Harrogate that as you came out of my nan’s cottage back door the snow was about 8 feet high.

They’d continuously had to dig out a pathway to the outside loo and so there was this narrow path with walls 8 feet high.

On the famous grass Stray area in the town the snow was piled so high that it still hadn’t gone well into the June of that year.

My grandad reckoned the winter of 47 was worse though.

Perhaps Kets could fill us in on that one?