memories of the fifties
By Joan Manning
I moved in around August 1951. There was mud everywhere as one mopped and mopped to keep it outside. Nearest shops and bus stop was Little Oxhey Lane so door to door salesmen called frequently. We all had ration books and I remember joining long queues at the butchers for 2p corned beef and trying to get a big marrow bone to make soup for very young children.
There were no schools and my children had to go to Beecham Group School by coach. I remember there being great hardship due to the unemployment forced by moving from London. There was no TV’s, cars,washing machines or fridges. The homes were very cold with just coal or coke to heat the houses.