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February 2022
This
month I'm running out of time, so I thought I would just share with you
what a typical 1950s/1960s Christmas was like for me and my sister
Jean... Let's take 1956, I was ten years old, Jean would have been
fourteen. I was a third of the way through my last year at Brockworth
New County Primary School, because my birthday was in mid September and
I was deemed ready to take the 11+ exam the following June, which
meant, if I were to pass, that I would move up to senior school in July
of 1957. I wasn't fazed by the thought of this exam, and I wasn't
really conscious of the fact that I would be taking the exam a year
early, because it wasn't really a year early to me, it was just a few
months, three, to be precise. I had the reading age of a sixteen year
old, I had many Charles Dickens titles in my own collection, as well as
R M Ballantyne, Robert Louis Stevenson, Alexander Dumas, etc., etc.,
all normal reading matter, I thought, for a ten year old. I also had
almost a complete set of Leslie Charteris's Saint books, some Inspector
Wests, some Pan Horror Stories anthologies, Lorna Doone, Robin Hood and
King Arthur, the latter two being my absolute favourites... and some
Tarzan books. We were always asked what
we would like for Christmas, and, taking the Tiger and Lion comics
every week, I was aware of but not particularly interested in football,
to the extent that some of my friends were. However, at the beginning
of every football season, in September, the Tiger provided a carboard
insert that allowed you to move teams up and down as the results came
in; I was always a sucker for a free gift in my comics, and as I
enjoyed a kickabout with my friends, I decided to ask for a football.
In those days, footballs were made of leather and were inflated using
an adaptor on a bicycle tire pump. I didn't have a bicycle then, that
came a year or so later when I was eleven years old and able to take on
a paper round. I bought the bicycle myself, a Raleigh four-speed, which
was the envy of all my friends, especially the ginger-haired twins next
door, as their bicycles were not equipped with drop handlebars, and had
only three gears! Back to Christmas... I desperately wanted a
three-colour torch - basically a normal torch with a sliding mechanism
that placed a red or a green plastic lens over the bulb; cool! Other
than that, I asked for the usual: a tin of toffees, either Sharps
toffees or Bluebird toffees, a box of Turkish Delight, and my usual
annuals, the Tiger and the Lion. I
remember hanging a stocking at the end of my bed, and in the morning it
had mysteriously been replaced by a pillow case... and in it was a
cubic box containing my leather football; a three-colour torch; an
orange and an apple; a tin of Sharps toffees; a wooden box of Turkish
Delight; my Lion Annual and my Tiger annual, and another rectangular
parcel which felt like another book, only it was three times as thick
as my 160-page Tiger and Lion anuals. Because 1956 was the first year
in which the Commander Book for Boys was published - a massive book
containing over five hundred pages of beautifully illustrated stories
(by Robert McGillivray) for boys - school stories, Wild West stories,
desert island stories, etc., etc. I was overjoyed. This was a handsome
book, some two inches thick, the same size as a TIger annual, and with
a dustjacket - a beautifully illustrated brightly coloured dustjacket.
The Commander book was published for four years running, and I still
have all four of mine, all with their dustjackets. I have two of the
companion girls' books, too, the Coronet Book for Girls, which Jean had
each year in her pillow case. We scratched around and found a bicycle
pump and got the football inflated. Dad and I had a glorious kickabout
on the front lawn, then went inside to chill out, me with my three
treasured books, and to start eating my toffees while Mum and Jean
started preparing the Capon for Christmas dinner, and Dad went to the
pub with Mum's brothers, my uncles John and Ernie. Christmas dinner
would comprise the four of of us, the two uncles, and my beloved Gran.
Later in the day other relatives would join
us and we would spend the evening singing songs while Mum played the
piano and Dad played the mandolin-banjo. All I could play at that stage
of my life was the recorder, and not well enough to join in with the
old favourites. There was always a houseful at Christmas - sometimes
Dad's sisters, Aunt Ivy and Florrie would come to stay from Hornchurch
in Essex, bringing with them their husbands, George and Stan, and
Sylvia, Aunt Ivy and Uncle George's daughter, with whom I was madly in
love. She was about eighteen months older than me, and I dreamed of
growing up and marrying her. It didn't happen, of course, although
legally I think it would have been within the law for it to happen. At
bedtime, I started to read my Commander Book for Boys, and when it was
time for lights out, I used my new torch to carry on reading by
torchlight until I was too tired to stay awake. You may be wondering
what gifts I bought for my Mum and Dad that year - well, it was the
same as every other year, it was California Poppy scent for Mum, and a
box of Dairy Milk; and a pair of yellow socks for Dad. I only ever
remember buying Dad yellow socks at Christmas... When I think
about the kinds of money that gets spent on children nowadays, it makes
me think of the simple things I would find in my pillow case, and how I
was always so thrilled beyond belief to have my three brilliant books,
the two comic annuals, and the brand new Commander Book for Boys.
Pocket money books, a pocket money torch, pocket money sweets... and a
football, which must have cost a comparatively small fortune to Mum and
Dad. They weren't cheap, but they meant a huge amount to me. The
perfect Christmas - basically, for me, it was books and sweets...
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