Yup, those of us in permanently lodged in our 50's remember her well. For me, a whole way of life is recalled just by her voice. A world vividly remembered but so far away. A world of ration books, mangles and coppers, cold bedrooms, slate and chalk in the classrooms and shoes that were too small. The transistor radio aerial had to go out through a metal window frame in the kitchen. I kept telling my dad that I got an electric shock when I opened the window. He didn't believe me and inconviently attempted to electrocute himself whilst I was tuned in to Listen With Mother. RIP Miss.
Yup, those of us in permanently lodged in our 50's remember her well. For me, a whole way of life is recalled just by her voice. A world vividly remembered but so far away. A world of ration books, mangles and coppers, cold bedrooms, slate and chalk in the classrooms and shoes that were too small. The transistor radio aerial had to go out through a metal window frame in the kitchen. I kept telling my dad that I got an electric shock when I opened the window. He didn't believe me and inconviently attempted to electrocute himself whilst I was tuned in to Listen With Mother. RIP Miss.
Thanks for conjuring up those great memories, stilladdicted.
I'd add liberty vests, spoonfuls of codliver oil & malt, thick syrupy orange juice ( from the Health Clinic , I think) and a character called Larry the Laaaamb on Children's Hour ?
Ah that voice. Never knew her name, but never forget that voice. RIP. Cold bedrooms? What's wrong with sticking newspaper in the windows to keep the cold out :-)
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I'd add liberty vests, spoonfuls of codliver oil & malt, thick syrupy orange juice ( from the Health Clinic , I think) and a character called Larry the Laaaamb on Children's Hour ?
Cold bedrooms? What's wrong with sticking newspaper in the windows to keep the cold out :-)
Daphne certainly was the voice our generation all knew.
Thank you for the memories, Daphne.