I was lucky not to have experienced poverty. My dad was a factory worker and my mum a shop worker. They struggled to buy their own house and between them they made it into a lovely home. My dad was a keen DIYer and my mum very house proud so they made the house like a palace.
I was brought up alongside the era of the more affluent 1960s when people were better off.
I remember us getting our first fitted carpet and the neighbours came in to have a look at it - ha,ha. not many had them in those days. We were very glam getting our 'American style' carpet.
We had a lovely pink bathroom suite and fitted cupboards which my dad made in the kitchen.
I was 16 when my dad got our first family car - can't remember what it was but it looked like a grey tank !!
We didn't have many holidays though. Went once for our first holiday in N Wales when I was about 11. Then didn't go again until I was 14.
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Our street (Wolverton st) was a quiet and respectable road (apart from the Wallace murder of course !!)
- we had nice good living neighbours and us kids respected our elders - no cheek and you did as you were told.
it was a clean area, no litter or graffiti, no broken glass. Most neighbours went to church every Sunday and the kids to Sunday school. Or you joined the Cubs or Brownies.
I was lucky not to have experienced living in bad area - although very unfortunately the same cannot be said for the present day Anfield.
(don't start me on that one !!) - Anfield was a good area in those far off days and a desirable place to live. The decline started approx late 1970s early 80s. but that is an another subject.
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