Sugar butty snacks, ‘pot luck’ for tea.

A Dentist’s nightmare, that was me!

That’s how it was then, we didn’t care.

We never moaned that life was unfair!

 

There was 3 of us to a bed each night.

But warm and cosy, we still slept tight!

In front of an open fire, we had a bath.

A TV in each room, you’re having a laugh!

 

My hand-me-downs, I looked forward to.

Not all clothing back then had to be new!

There was no shame in that, none at all.

It’s how we got by, with backs to the wall.

 

Clean and safe, we knew right from wrong.

Through lean times, we learnt to stay strong.

We loved each other, Stephen, me and Mum.

What else matters, when all said and done?

 

(Life in the late 50's/early 60's in Liverpool for me, Mum and my big brother Stephen)