Page 35 - It's a Rum Life Book One "In the Beginning 1947 to 1960"

The ones we
stayed with most
were ‘Uncle’ Dick and
his wife ‘Connie’ in
the tiny village of
Nidd just up the road
from the Moorhouse
Family. He was the
local postman and
loved budgerigars.
(Picture of Nidd
Bridge near Ripley.)
Typical of the village properties of the 40’s and 50’s their
“conveniences” were down the garden in a little brick building.
The door had an attractive carved slot which could be covered
when occupied.
It was a “two holer”. Both holes in the wide wooden seat
were covered by a simple round slab of wood with wooden
handle. You just chose the hole for your age, small or larger and
sat down.
Behind the door was last week’s “Radio Times” on a string. I
always remember they used the Radio Times when many other
families just tore the daily paper into slices and threaded them
on a string. Dick once told me the Radio Times lasted them all
week! Not so good was the damp weather that made the ink run
off the newsprint!
Funny as it may seem, I have just been able to look at that
very house using the very clever modern computer aid ‘Google
Maps’. The house looks just the same after 60 years with its
pebble dash exterior, I should think the ‘facilities’ are somewhat
different now though
Various bikes lived in the garden shed here and many school
holidays in the early 50’s after my family had move to

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