Newspaper article Manchester Evening News

The Good Old Bad Old Days ; Letters, Comments and Emails

Newspaper article Manchester Evening News

The Good Old Bad Old Days ; Letters, Comments and Emails

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WHEN my parents were alive, they often reminisced about their lives during 'the bad old days.' Two world wars, the general strike, private landlords and all the hardships caused by grinding poverty.

Their honeymoon was spent in a caravan, not for romantic reasons but simply because they couldn't afford anything more secure. I remember often hearing my father say: "Good times are coming. We won't see them but you will."

It all sounds like some black comedy script: overcoats on the bed, back yard toilets and pretending to be out when the rent man calls. My parents saw it all but they did see the beginnings of the good times. I lost them both during the seventies and now it is my turn to reminisce.

I remember: Bobbies on the beat, friendly little transport cafes, doctors who saw their patients without an appointment, dance halls, bowling alleys, plenty of cheap accommodation (clean family businesses not to be confused with Dickensian flop houses), plenty of public toilets and bathhouses, trains that ran on time and pavements that were paved. …

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