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Carpe diem, it’s Latin that is, my Sunday school teacher taught me it when I was knee high to a grasshopper. I did most of my learning at Sunday school as you didn’t have to go to school then. I went to the factory school in the mornings but we didn’t learn anything. They didn’t see the point of educating us, especially not the girls. I had to agree with them, what was there that we needed to know – apart from housekeeping which we learned from our own mothers in our homes? We knew where we belonged in life and we didn’t argue with it. Nobody had ambition then, but for the most part we were happy.


Of course it’s all different now, the Great War certainly saw to that. I lost my husband to it during the first months of fighting; they’d said it would all be over by Christmas, but it wasn’t of course. Homes fit for heroes Lloyd George promised those coming back from the front, but there was nothing for those war widows who had given their husbands. I got my vote then, when the war ended, but I never used it, politicians don’t care about people like me, I don’t mean anything to them and it’s better like that. When I was young we knew our place in life and we didn’t argue with it. But now people are getting ideas above their stations.


Take my granddaughter Charlotte, for example. She goes to the factory school but they think she’s clever enough to go in got a scholarship to one to those fancy schools. I don’t see the point myself in her getting all this fancy schooling, she’ll never need it when she’s married with children. No good can ever come of it all. Janet agrees with me, but David, he’s a stubborn one about it all and agrees with those teachers of hers. Call me old fashioned, but it isn’t right all these young ladies teaching, they should be at home looking after their husbands. I know David will probably win Janet round in the end, but I can’t see this benefiting young Charlotte in the long run.

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