Today, I thought I would have a trip down memory lane for a change, after seeing something that made me remember when I was young. Maybe you will also remember your childhood and what happened with you. This blog is about baking, school milk and phones when I was young.
Licking the spoon – in the days before salmonella!
I saw a picture on Facebook of a young girl licking the spoon when mum had finished making cake mixture. Immediately I thought that was exactly what I used to do when I was a youngster.
My mum was always baking in those days, everyone did or you went hungry. There was no nipping to the supermarket if you wanted bread and cakes, you got your sleeves rolled up and made them yourself.
There was no worry about salmonella from raw eggs either, we got ours from the local farm, along with full fat creamy milk from the cows they had there and the milk was yummy. We used to fight for who got the cream off the top of the milk as it was so good. Today, I would never stand full fat milk. I have skimmed and don’t like the unskimmed milk that has fat in it.
My brother, if he was around, used to fight me to lick the bowl out when mum baked, usually leading to an argument. Until two spoons were produced so then it was a race to see how much we could get. Again, today, I don’t like the taste of uncooked cake mixture at all, how we change when we get older!
School Milk – yes or no?
Talking of milk, what about school milk, horror of horrors. I remember being a milk monitor were we had to fetch the crates of milk into the classroom, those small bottles with silver tops and a straw if we were lucky.
Oh the taste, it was horrible, especially when it had been sat out in the full sun. It wouldn’t be the first time we had sour milk and we had to drink every drop or else.
Jane was the same as me when she started school, she hated it with a passion, so much so that I had to go to school and ask that she didn’t have the milk because it was putting her off from going to school! After all, we always had lots of milk on the go without being forced to drink warm, stale (sometimes off) creamy milk. I later found out from someone who worked where the milk came from, that it was few days old milk that was left over and often was going off before it left the dairy. Disgusting I call it, I don’t know about you!
No phones in the good old 50’s
My memories also took me back to all the things we didn’t have in the good old fifties. For instance there were no phones unless you were very well off or had a business.
One of our neighbours had a business so in an emergency only, going by the look of disapproval on her face, did my mum dare ask to use it and that was once in a blue moon. Otherwise, we had to go to the High Street to the red phone box which was a good ten minutes walk away.
Do you remember the very first old red phone boxes, usually smelling of stale cigarette smoke. We had to put an old penny into the A slot, dial the number and then press B if the person on the other end of the line answered. If there was no reply you pressed a button and got your money back.
There was always a telephone directory on a shelf in the phone box which would be unheard of today. As most people didn’t have a phone to ask directory enquiries, the good old phone book was a life saver.
The birth of loutish behaviour
Eventually as the years went by, you would see a couple of pages being torn out. Then some years later more pages disappeared, as obviously loutish behaviour was starting to rear its ugly head, until eventually the directories were taken out of all the phone booths.
Such a shame that again people had to suffer because of bad behaviour. Along with that came the smell of urine as obviously somebody wanted to use the phone box for the wrong reasons, but oh did they smell. You had to be strong to open the door as well as they were fairly stiff, I would struggle today that’s for sure!
When I was having to use the phone for something, I used to look at the heavy black phone (I think they were made of Bakalite) and wonder who had been using it before me as they were usually (obviously) covered in fingerprints. Goodness knows what germs were passed on from the ear and mouthpiece, I dread to think.
Oh I was so glad when, after being married for a short while, we got our own phone and felt so posh at the time.
When the red phone boxes started to disappear to be replaced with the newer design a lot of people felt nostalgic as they were as much a part of England as our red post boxes were and still are. Blackpool Post Office is being redeveloped into ‘The Red Box Quarter’. You’ll be pleased to know that the red phone boxes, as seen in Dawn Mander’s photo above, will be staying.
Now look where we are, with just about everyone having a mobile phone and all the modern things that we now take for granted. I for one love my mobile phone and all the things that you can do with it, a far cry from the dirty old red phone boxes of the past don’t you think!
That’s Baking, School Milk and Phones When I was Young – what about you?
Do you remember licking the spoon and cleaning the bowl out after cake making? And what about school milk? Could you stand it or were you like me! And then of course there’s the old phone boxes. Why don’t you join my trip down memory lane with baking, school milk and phones when I was young and leave a comment below?
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