I too grew up in the 50s. My memories are of walking to school on my own from the age of 6, it was a good mile away as well. Teachers arrived at the same time as the children, most of them on bicycles and 90% of them single women. No homework in Primary school and if the weather was warm we'd be taken out on nature rambles and making nature tables at the front of the class of things we had collected.
My mum was a stay at home mum like the majority of women, none of my friends mothers worked either. They were always there when you arrived home with time to listen about your day and home made cakes and puddings were the norm.
We spent most of our holidays outside playing in woods, taking our fishing nets and jam jars with us, playing in the streams at the bottom of our road. Lots of falling in, rushing home to get changed and then out again. We were extremely lucky to have all this without our parents worrying about us. They would never have dreamed to come with us either, parents just didn't play with their kids, we all played with other kids.
Houses were cold, no central heating, just a coal fire with the coal bunker outside the back door. The bedrooms resembled igloos with ice forming patterns on the inside,of,the windows.No fitted carpets, just a square with Lino round the outside, it was freezing on your feet in the morning. The bathroom was was unbelievably cold, bath was once a week with your hair washed at the same time. A paraffin heater was lit and put in the bathroom for an hour before you went in to stop you freezing half to death.
Doctors came out to see you when you were ill and your mum stripped the bed and made sure you were washed and clean pjs on before he arrived, regardless of how ill you felt. If you had had an illness like measles or scarlet fever, any library books you may have had, would not be returned to the library for fear of contamination. We had chickenpox, measles, German measles,mumps,scarlet fever, whooping cough, you name it we had it.
No telephone, no car, no television, we just made our own fun and I was a voracious reader. The person who asked about button A and B in the phone box, when you made a phone call in a phone box, you put your money in the slot, dialled, when the person the other end answered you pressed button A and got put through. If there was no reply, you pressed button B and got your money back.
I have nothing but happy memories of being a child in the 50s. Then Elvis arrived and everything changed 