Growing up in the 50's and 60's
The weekend in the 1950's was split between formal and challenging times
1950's - Weekends and free time
A different kind of playtime, we made our own fun!
Looking back, it seem's that in the 50's, there was a desire to belong to 'things', especially if they were uniformed. I believ this would be often very much Parent led, who saw it as an extension of discipline, which was a lot stronger then.
The main choices of a Friday evening for under 12's was Cub Scouts, Boy's Brigade or possibly a Church 'Young Person's' Club.
So, I'd come home from School and get ready to go, even if this did mean a return walk of about one and a half miles.
I was a member of The Chevening Cub Pack which had probably around 30 boy's from, what was then, a small countryside village.
My first ever Camp was a weekend in a field at Sundridge, barely two miles from the Scout Hut, but to a six year old, it was like, not only another world, but seemed as far as a distant Planet away.
The other highlight of the Year was the Christmas Party, where if you weren't sick afterwards, it was a failure!
Saturdays were more the play day when if there was a birthday party, it would be then.
Strange, because it is a memory which seems black and white; the cloth caps and the huge cloud of cigarette smoke drifting over the football pitch.
My Grandfathers Car
The Commentator would read out names of places which were further than five miles from your home. I seriously believed untill I was about 10 that Wolverhampton Wanderers were near Tunbridge Wells!
In the late 50's, it always seemed the football reports were followed by Richard Green playing 'Robin Hood' on the TV.
Sundays were more formal. If you were going to have to dress up, this was the day. The day of visitors, either Grandparents or Friend's
Sunday School at ChipsteadI
I should add that a lot of the reason was the borders from Walthamstow School for Girls used to come every Sunday morning and there was always one which caught my eye, even at that age. I'd dream I was going to marry them. Oh dear !!!
I preferred Even Song though, especially in the winter month's. There was always a certain feel about it with the colder darker evenings. Kind of 'at peace'.
Sunday evenings were quite dull, mainly for the expectation of going back to School the next day. They are dim in my memories and I can't recall one event which happened on a Sunday evening other than cleaning your shoes, again and preparing your Sachel with things you'd never use when you got there. The Sachel was used for putting things in which you wanted to show off to your friends.
Distant days, long ago!
Growing up in
50s and 60s
50's & 60's In the Blog
1960's Year by Year
In 1989 I was a Scout Leader and took the lads on a summer camp. Upon arrival, one asked me "Where's the Camping Gaz stuff Skip"? I replied there was not one atall. After the doom and gloom of having to actually do some work there, they all said afterwards that it was the best camp they'd ever had!
and still enjoying it now (except no Scouts getting in the way)