General Chat

In the early 1950s we moved to a new part of my home town, on a side street off one of the main roads from Lancashire to Yorkshire. There were still a lot of old cottages around, and a row of them was on the main road just round the corner from our street, on the way to the bus stop.

An old lady lived in one of those cottages who sat outside her door every day that was fine and not too cold, knitting dishcloths. . The pavement was pretty wide at the point, the butcher's shop was 2 doors away and the baker's near by on the other side of our street, everyone stopped to talk to her, and she could watch all the traffic going by. Mum always bought a new dishcloth from her every few months


It's been interesting to discover since I began researching my family, that my paternal gt grandfather (Mum's grandfather) lived in that same area when it was still a village separate from the town.

I was a little intrigued when I remembered that old lady's surname was the same as Mum's maiden name .................. I sometimes wonder if there might have been a long ago connection, but then it is also quite a common name!

I think I mentioned that, rather than take anti-depressants, I have knitted dishcloths, by the million.

Many of these I have given away because, once you have a knitted dishcloth, you have it for years.

Recently, my old biddies, who are very impressed with them, have been buying one or two at two pounds a time.

I have a friend I don't see very often, who delivers parcels, and I gave her some, so long ago I had forgotten about them.

She had given some to various members of her family and they had been pestering for some more.

Today she came in and asked me for twelve. I sell them at two pounds each or three for a fiver, so there's twenty quid.

Maybe others will want them too!