I can hardly believe my own memory that when I was a girl 'sexy' wasn't a word and no-one would have understood the idea that anyone would want to look it. Nor that we played out at the weekends and got muddy without caring, went to the local woods and fields perfectly safely, enjoyed Children's Hour on the radio, imbibed the morality expected of good children by Enid Blyton, sat in rows facing the blackboard at school and listened quietly, went home after school to mothers who had cooked our food and made our clothes, and sat darning in the evenings while listening to the radio. Boring? Maybe - but we were safe. Fathers were there in the home to ensure that. (Except during the war when we didn't feel safe.) Do I wish I had been born earlier? - no. I love the internet age and all the exciting things people can do now. But I'm certainly glad I'm up to my knees in the culture of the 1940's and 1950's. It gave us strong roots. It gave us absolutes. We can discern the fake. And most of us believe we are answerable to a higher authority, and are visible to a throng which dwarfs any TV or O2 audience, a good deal kinder maybe, but still..........!
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