Miss
The excitement of school play productions and choir festivals.
My Mother’s cooking, especially skate in black butter sauce, and her wonderful Yorkshire Puddings.
Staying with my Grandmother in the summer holidays.
The amazement of discovering “Abroad”!
The anticipation of the arrival of the travelling library van, and what I might discover on its shelves.
Don’t miss
Long spells in hospital, visits from parents only once or twice a week. My mother used to send me a postcard every day, I’ve still got many of them.
PE and games lessons at school, some of the regimes were designed to humiliate us.
Just after the war, there was a scheme for returning service men to become teachers with just a year of training. I encountered a few of these, most should have been in therapy themselves, kindness & enthusiasm were rare.
Coal fires.
School lunch sago pudding.