- Contributed by听
- fredsann
- People in story:听
- Ann Bolton nee Hawkins
- Location of story:听
- Cricklewood
- Article ID:听
- A1989002
- Contributed on:听
- 07 November 2003
Most of our garden was given over to producing food, vegetables where later there were flowers and chicken at the end of the garden. These provided eggs,the surplus being preserved in Isinglass in a large brown crock in the larder for the winter. We also ate the chicken when they were past their useful laying life. I was only a small child and never missed them. One survived as a pet and died of old age!
My father also had an allotment and off we went every Saturday afternoon and Sunday morning to work on it. I'm not sure that I was really much help but I do remember weeding and pulling cabbages.
On the edge of the allotments there were pigs, whose I have no idea but it was fun to go down and feed them with the outer leaves of the vegetables.
It must have been hard work for my Dad, he had a full time job and was in the Auxiliary Fire Service so he had little spare time.
I don't remember problems with getting enough to eat, it was amazing looking back at how a tiny bit of meat with lots of vegetables was more that satisfying.
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