Happy Lady
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I love reminiscing about how people used to live in comparison to what we tend to take for granted these days, so thought I'd start this thread for us to share our experiences.
For me, I've seen many changes, from my grandparents, then parents, my own generation, passing through my children's lives to my grandchildren.
Comparing my grandparents two up, two down, no bathroom with an outside toilet, and a very small kitchen that only had a little sink with cold water, a two ring cooker, and only room for one person at a time. Men would work down the pit, and their sons would follow in their footsteps. Women didn't enter inside a pub and only went out dancing in church halls.
These days houses are built with umpteen bathrooms, and families use their huge kitchen/diner/snug as the hub of the home. Pits are shut, and pubs welcome not only women, but children as well.
So with this in mind, what can you remember that's changed over the years?
One strange thing I remember is how my mum would wash tin foil, leave it on the drainer to dry, then fold it up and put it in a drawer to reuse - over and again.
I thought this was the norm, so used to do it too until I saw my sister in law chuck her foil in the bin
. I thought she was being wasteful. 
For me, I've seen many changes, from my grandparents, then parents, my own generation, passing through my children's lives to my grandchildren.
Comparing my grandparents two up, two down, no bathroom with an outside toilet, and a very small kitchen that only had a little sink with cold water, a two ring cooker, and only room for one person at a time. Men would work down the pit, and their sons would follow in their footsteps. Women didn't enter inside a pub and only went out dancing in church halls.
These days houses are built with umpteen bathrooms, and families use their huge kitchen/diner/snug as the hub of the home. Pits are shut, and pubs welcome not only women, but children as well.
So with this in mind, what can you remember that's changed over the years?
One strange thing I remember is how my mum would wash tin foil, leave it on the drainer to dry, then fold it up and put it in a drawer to reuse - over and again.