Me - the Boomer 1949-
Middle child of 3, older brother, younger sister. All 3 under 3. For mother -no washing machine, no hot water other than the copper, cloth nappies, loo on the ouside back veranda, everyone had chamberpots until the early 60s. As above, housework, maintenance of best part of an acre of garden was to be shared, kids working weekends. Left alone on Sundays from a young age so parents could play golf, some serious injuries dealt with by neighbours. Second hand uniforms, not quite regulation which meant mocking from other kids. One blouse each, so pretty dirty come weekends. Gym slips drycleaned once a year. No-one of my generation ever had a bought dress, they were always home-made or hand-me-downs. Hair was cut at home, no shampoo - too expensive as a very new concept. Dishes were washed using Sunlight soap in a little wire holder...no detergents in those days. Once we finally got a phone, in 1959, mother could phone the little "dairy" (convenience store) up the road to order groceries which Dad picked up on his way home. No supermarket in the town until 1963. I should add that mother was given a car - brand new-by her parents in 1952...only possible because Granny had funds in England. Dropped at school in the morning by dad on way to work, we walked home a mile or so after school. Later, mother gave me her bike for Christmas...her old bike from 1935...to ride to junior high at age 11, right through town, buses, mad traffic etc, about 5 miles. I remember arriving at school soaked through and trying to dry school jersey on radiator. Secondary school...great if you were bright and in top stream...but oh dear, if not a top academic, you were consigned to the rigid lower streams with inferior teachers, most of whom were traumatised returned servicemen, refugees from Europe, maiden ladies of a certain age who had lost their fiances in WWI. Of the 1300 girls at the school, only 30 went into the Upper 6th and on to Uni. Uni was a nightmare of sexual abuse from tutors and lecturers, with no come-back because they were untouchable. I was scared off my career choice, because it was seen as being too unfeminine. I was sexually assaulted during a language oral exam. We marched in the streets against Vietnam, so outraged were we by what was going on over there, the men coming back having been doused in Agent Orange, and soon to die horribly of various cancers. Halls of residence were decrepit old wooden hotels, absolute deathtraps, one bathroom, 2 loos per floor. People like me doing extra heavy academic loads were not allowed to work, and there was very little work anyway, other than, if you were lucky, a little cleaning in a hotel. Mother hovered over me, agitating about me not having sex because i just might get pregnant and humiliate her...as so many of her friends' daughters had done. There was no contraception except condoms back then, doctors wouldn't prescribe the Pill to unmarried girls, no abortions.Married young to have sex. Became the breadwinner, but couldn't open a bank account without my non-earning husband's consent, couldn't buy carpet on HP unless he signed for it, couldn't get the Married Teachers' Allowance because though I was supporting a family, I wasn't a man. ....and so the 70s moved on...
TBC