The Pascoes' 25th
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The Pascoes' 25th

May and Bert Pascoe
25th Wedding Anniversary
24th February 1962
My uncle with typical wit had just said
'I'm never going to eat all that'

Their little cottage barely had enough space for a table and two cupboards in the dining/kitchen room. Their scullery was the cooking space. Cooker, sink, cupbard in a space four feet square. I can remember much the same situation in the flat in Miss Brett's house in Tolver Place, the meat kept in a perforated zinc cupboard on an outside wall in the yard. The galvanised tin bath kept hanging in the yard. It was brought in in front of the fire to use. Hot water boiled up in another metal jug, and carried from stove to tub. I am saying this because Taroveor Road did not have a fitted bath either.
It was not until later years that I had to 'force' my aunt to have the luxury of a refrigerator.
Any large 'function' and my mother hosted, as in the picture.
However, I should add, by some curious quirk of fate,
that was also my parents' wedding anniversary date,
it was completely unplanned.
I find myself quite moved by this picture and yet I don't know why. Perhaps it's because they look like such honest folk. From your description above, it would appear there wasn't much in the way of material possessions, but there you have it, a family celebration of 25 years of marriage, all scrubbed up for the anniversary. A great spread on the table - all home made I'm guessing - best china being used? A picture of decency - a glimpse of a past lost where having values meant something.
 
They were literally 'The Salt of The Earth'. Aunty was never used to having more than a few pounds in her purse, never any savings, they boldly and with happy heart, gave love and happiness to 'us kids'. When Uncle died, it absolutely terrified and shocked her when we had to tell her what Uncle's penny insurances had totalled. I tried everything to get her to soften her life, but no, she would not touch it. To be honest, it was a matter of just over a thousand, but in the bank it stayed. She simply was not used to 'luxurious living' and had no idea of how to do it and be happy. They taught me a lot about life, by just being there. Yes, Values. My mother was a dab at baking and cooking. Learned a lot from her as well.
 

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