So ! as subject matter.
So! of those 19th values carried on well into the mid 20th century right into the 1960s when I was a teenager.
Sat thinking back as ones does
In short! the saying "Something you would not put your foot in" was how that lot of the better off's treat poor people, with the generations of the descendants trying to keep their forebears way of life style going. Things had improved after WW1 where servants would not go back to that way of life with new better jobs and living their own valued stands of beneficial living - a way form living on the job to serve other people with money ? which made them a better person because of their wealth not their achievement or other values.
After WW2 nearly everyone was skint
except the few with passed down the generations inherited money, even in that day & age in the 1940's right into the 1960's these descendant of the bigone Victorian/Edwardian upper-class age and values were trying to rekindle it.
My father was by trade an Blacksmith taught by his father (Father to son as Blacksmiths in the same village of Almondbury near Huddersfield back to the mid 1500's in parish records, the parish church grave headstone epitaph MI's and Archive doc's) but went into the armyi nstead for 30 years in the Royal engineers, After demobilization in 1946/7 because he had bad chest was advised to do an outside job by his doctor and got a job as a car driver (The Victorian/Edwardian decendant's had a name for the job -a Chauffeur with a uniform) come gardener - but the pay way poor £7 a week and dad had to find a job in a factory as an engineer turner getting £ 25 a week also overtime pay up to £40 a week in all. (£40 estimated about £1,000 a week today). The chauffer gardening job boss said to dad he would lose out on money in his will which was still written in the will after the bosses death some years later which dad was left and still got a £100
In 1960's dad did a bit of gardening for ex army officer he knew well that( a kind up to-date man) he was under in the army, but the officers mother who was in her late 90's that was brought up in the Edwardian age and the officer sister - both use to treat dad - like that stuff you would not tread in and called by his surname like they did servants in bi-gone days - anyway I was 17 at the time dong an apprenticeship at dads engineering factory also had an old banger car that I tinkered with, this officer sister got to known about me and ask dad if i could hammer out a dent under the chrome bumper of her car and repaint the dent with underseal paint which i had a can of, the sister had been given an estimated repair bill of £1O to repair the big dent & repaint it at a local garage. (No Thanking me for doing the joby) She never commented what she thought of my repair or work- but instead treated me like a child talking to dad in his surname - maybe be your son would like an icecream and gave me a three- penny bit while patting me on the head like a dog.
Any other stories similar out there.
