If you haven’t seen the series, I recommend it. It is engaging, well-written, and as far as I can remember it is historically accurate. I was born west of London, not in the East End, but nevertheless I see and hear a lot that is familiar. I was a home delivery and I was the youngest in a family with six children. By the time they got to me my parents had run out of names for their children, so my first name is one of my mother’s middle names and my second name is that of the midwife. That fact used to make me quite indignant, but now I’m strangely pleased to know it.
As the story was told to me, one of my brothers or sisters (I don’t know which one) was sent running around the corner to knock on the midwife’s door and bring her to our house. Mum told me I was born in the front room, which is interesting because there was no bed in there. I imagine that it was easier than trying to get upstairs, and I know it was also the room in the house that was kept tidy in case company came. Maybe I was born there simply because the rest of the household could function without going in there.
Not unlike the families in the TV show, my large family lived in a small house; it had only two bedrooms, although one had been divided into two to make a third. The house also had a large garden. It is the garden that differentiates my experience from those of the people in the East End and on the TV show.
What we have in common, though, is pretty much everything else. In watching the show I found myself cringing over the sexism and the underwear. On the other hand, the accents are a comforting backdrop to all kinds of fond memory triggers; prams, scooters, Bing Crosby on the radio, mantelpiece clocks, Flanagan and Allen songs sung by the fire, national health eyeglasses, hair rollers, public telephones with A and B buttons… Lots of things. If anyone in my family cares to know where I’m coming from both literally and figuratively, they should watch this show.
It’s also a fabulous way to realize how far we have come in just sixty-five years. My generation and that of my children have achieved some wonderful things. We should be proud. Yes, I know we’ve screwed up some stuff too, but, honestly, when would you rather live? I’ll stick with a world that has good plumbing, contraception, social media, and comfortable undies, thank you.
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