I'm not a habitue of this programme but needed a distraction after sad news today and it really took me back! In fact, it gave me a rather nasty jolt (and shocked my son considerably) that I was just about into my teens that winter.
My abiding memory of that winter - aside from walking 6 miles each way to school and when let off school as the pipes had burst, using a sledge to help shift supplies from one end of town to the Naze - was the sea freezing and our local Walton lifeboat being frozen in. Walton pier is 2,600 feet long (third in UK) or 790m and the sea ice extended beyond the end of the pier.
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I was at primary school, and lived next door to the farm shepherd. As it was in the middle of lambing he spent nights digging sheep and lambs out of the snow drifts, and I helped his wife warm the lambs by the fire and give them a bottle feed.
My memory of the winter of 1963 is that I was the lad at our local Coop shop,only a small one on and estate in Billericay, and after walking to work the day after boxing day when the snow had decided to lay thick and even my first job was to dig a pathway from the road to the front door so customers could get in,quiet a task considering it was getting on for three feet deep in places, ah! the good old days!
and the great majority of people got to their workplace, and couldn't phone in to say they were snowed in!!now we get 3 inches of old money snow and the world grinds to a halt ,
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Lived in Thundersly nr Southend in that winter aged 10 so my main memory is sledging day after day down a hill that was on the left of Bread&Cheese Hill as you went towards Benfleet.
I was 13 and living in Enfield, north London. The lying snow came up to my knees on the pavement outside my house, but there were drifts in places up to 20 feet deep with vehicles buried in them. I have never seen anything like it before or since, and I don't really want to.
I was 12 but we were in sunny Malta Dad was in the RM at the time.
I do remember 81,82 which was a very cold winter.-26 at nearby RAF Shawbury!
We were living in a cold draughty RAF married quarter at the time. We had recently returned from 3 years in Germany in a doubled glazed centrally heated flat!
When the snow fell us airmen were out with brooms and shovels clearing camp roads and paths!
Our issue uniforms were not brilliant although issue greatcoats were warm
but smelled like a wet dog once damp!
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It was a disaster for me because I had to wear my Mum's ankle boots with thick crepe soles to get anywhere.
They were really old lady's boots and I was a very fashion conscious teenager. We could not afford another pair in the house. I am still getting over it.
I was 9 and living in Hampshire. The road was cleared for traffic and we had slopes of snow over 6' outside our house. Thought they'd be great for sliding down but were too steep. One night my dad went to church, and Mum decided to make a sleigh out of an old wooden ladder, with lino nailed to the under side, the rungs as seats. She didn't have trousers so wore Dad's pyjama bottoms! The ladder seated 4 of us, and we were on a hill, so didn't take much to set off- great!
Unfortunately on the second run we met my Dad coming back who asked what the****** we were doing! The sleigh didn't make a reappearance. Think he was too embarrassed by wifes antics. I'm very proud that Mum did do things like this.
I joined the Army in '63 and remember having to clear the snow off the parade ground before we did drill. Then out on the streets to clear the roads. It were bleedin' cowd back then, it were.
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some days you are the tree.
Quote: Originally posted by Opensauce on 28/12/2017
Lived in Thundersly nr Southend in that winter aged 10 so my main memory is sledging day after day down a hill that was on the left of Bread&Cheese Hill as you went towards Benfleet.
I know Bread and Cheese Hill, I have a friend who lives there.
Quote: Originally posted by Opensauce on 28/12/2017
Lived in Thundersly nr Southend in that winter aged 10 so my main memory is sledging day after day down a hill that was on the left of Bread&Cheese Hill as you went towards Benfleet.
I know Bread and Cheese Hill, I have a friend who lives there.
Bread & Cheese was the old name for the hawthorn berries. The bushes went all the way from the Glen by Kenneth Road all the way down to the Tarpot.
We had to travel from Hadleigh to Bowers Gifford in the winter of 1946/47. It took ages to get back up the hill.
That winter was very long and cold. It was made worse by the fact that nobody had coal for heating.
I was 8 and for Christmas my brother and I (sounds very posh) were given Timex watches. Mine was a Cinderella one that came with a china Cinderella figure. My Dad made us a sledge from a pair of wooden skies my brother got from a junk shop!! We had a hill in the local park in Wembley. My brother thought it would be a good idea for both of us to go on the sledge as the weight would make it go faster. We flew down the hill bet could not stop and I was more worried about my watch than anything else - we ended up in a heap but it was great fun.
We had visitors on Boxing night and when they left it was snowing. I remember that Blue Peter did a piece about feeding the birds. You had to put a piece of A4 paper on top of the snow and put food on it!!
I also remember my Mum taking me in to the garden on Good Friday and the icicles were dripping - the thaw had started.