My sister and I looking very smart in our beautiful dresses and velvet boleros made by our mum. Mine was white with red ribbon running through the satin, and my bolero was red; my sister’s was blue, and I always secretly wished I had the blue one but I pretended red was my favourite colour. We are sitting in one of the two brown armchairs, and just behind me is the bureau. You can just see the corner of the tiled fireplace; we had a coal fire and when I was older, when I came home from school I would light the fire which I always enjoyed doing. I didn’t mind tidying the grate, sweeping out the old washes and cinders, and brushing the soot of the chimney before I started, then wiping the fireplace with an old rag once the fire was going.
Party!
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Lois Elsden 
I used to light the fire as well. I think we might have been the last generation to grow up with those skills
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I don’t ever remember burning myself or anything else… children are so capable of so much! And you’re right about the skills we had and took for granted.
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Cannabilising roller skates to make go karts too. Staring at an X Box isn’t going to impart the same skills
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Improvisation… we were so inventive weren’t we… I’m sure kids are now but the addictive quality of these games must dull the ability to be different and imaginative. A friend would always give me a couple of those small pots of poster paint… what a treat! So exciting to unwrap them and see what new colours I had!
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What were your wicked step-sisters doing? Eating bon-bons and listening to radio Cinderella.
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