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  1. Born in the late 1940's, I can remember rationing coupons. Dad and grandfather had a fairly big allotments, with greenhouses. There were also up to three pigs, as well as dozens of hens and a few ducks and geese plus their eggs. There was plenty of room for growing greens and other staples such as strawberries and gooseberries. However, the more mundane, cabbage, cauliflower, lettuce, tomatoes, radish, green beans, onions, turnip, parsnip, potato, rhubarb and sprouts grew in abundance enough to keep our three families well-fed. The sprouts would crop, about the beginning of November, just in time for mother to get them on, the boil for Christmas. Dad built me a small version of his garden single wheel, wheelbarrow and I would often be sent down to get items from the allotment. We gave names to the pigs, ducks and chickens and on occasion the name would crop up while eating. But we were never squeamish about it. From time to time, the veg would be used to barter for other things, so much was home-made and home cooked. We also kept a couple of dogs down the allotment to ward off intruders. If anyone came around, the dogs would sound off and dad and his brothers would turn out like the cavalry. They would chase them across the fields to the river, which they would have to swim voluntarily or otherwise. Dad said he always knew who had been around the allotment, as they were cleaner than usual. My favourite snack was a bread cake with pork dripping and a cup of tea. Which I still enjoy today as a special treat. I knew where all the fruit trees were in the area and a bit of judicious scrumping would take place for apples, pear and greengage, which I told everyone that they were plums and not ripe yet. Blackberries were collected in the season and were often made in blackberry and apple pies, though my preference was always for rhubarb and apple. It has been 50+ years since I last went down to the allotment, but I do drive over it today from time to time. I suppose that's progress.
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  2. I remember eating tripe with vinegar it had to be honeycomb tripe from the fish market my mum used to fry it with onions and gravy but I could only eat it raw
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  3. My Dad liked tinned salmon but it was treat usually once a month or so, but this itself brought a bit of a problem , before stainless steel cutlery was widely available the cutlery was usually chrome plated nickel and through years of use the chrome wore away showing the nickel, but besides this problem all spoon and forks had a metal taste more so when the chrome had wore off and washing them after eating salmon didn’t remove the smell of fish from the cutlery and knives so the solution was to take your cutlery outside and just stick them in the earth for a couple of hours and hey presto, the smell and taste of fish had disappeared, it was exactly the same way an earth toilet worked, the availability of stainless steel cutlery meant no more smelly cutlery.
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  4. I lived with my grandparents until we got our own home when I was 10. Grandad was an engine driver and he frequently went to Grimsby where he would go to fish docks and buy a parcel which would be placed in a bucket of cold water on the footplate and brought home. I ate skate, conger eel, lots of herring which was ‘. soused “ by G ranny. ( no idea how). Healso went to ,Leicester where he brought home very soft Walls ice cream which was virtually unobtainable at time in S heffield.
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