Phil; couldn't possibly give an opinion on this topic without taking up a whole page
nevertheless will try to explain how changing times are perceived from my point of view, in as few words as possible
Born, Bootle maternity home August 1948 - mother thrilled, wanted a girl after having two boys, dad thought I was a bit on the small side 5lb. mother told him he'd have to get on with it, she's ours and she's perfect, (or so she told me)
Our family was probably poor, don't know, as I never noticed, always believed we were rich
Both parents worked, so had to pull my weight around the house, enjoyed the responsibility, never complained, believed in fairness, even then, helped out wherever I could!
Most friends in same position, came home from school, completed chores, played out until dark!
Catholic school up the road..learnt much in our early years, a good basic education, not many children left the infants without learning to read and write!
Free milk for all schoolchildren, free dinners for some, a school uniform for those who couldn't afford it.
Not sure what the criteria was for receiving benefit, but do know that a lot of children were in much need of clothes, shoes and food!
A Catholic would be encouraged, or forced to attend mass every Sunday morning and holy days, would also attend benediction on a Sunday afternoon, priest's those days seemed to have enough power to chastise a child, in whichever way he saw fit, usually a whack across the head or hand (remember father Kennedy)
Noticed, Protestants from the street, only needed to go to Sunday school for one hour a week, so envious!
The priest would also call around to parishioners homes, one who came to us, always on the scrounge
usually for money but sometimes for food..had the cheek to point to a cake on the table, saying, that looks nice, mother would make him a cup of tea to go with it, then we'd have a job to get rid of him
Skipped a lot, but others can fill in;
Gone were the days of Teddy Boys, now entering a new era, the Merseybeat scene, everyone seemed to be in a group, no silly boy bands then, Mods, Rockers, leather jackets, duffle coats, scooters, Cilla, Twiggy, Mary Quant, Carnaby Street..the story goes on and on, but all started here in the dancehall's of Liverpool, my first dance was in St Luke's Hall Crosby, known as the dancehall with the bouncing floor, great for all types of dance
many wonderful groups appearing every week, all suited and booted with collar and tie, winkle pickers optional..
Best dancehall's around, Orrell Park Ballroom, Litherland Town Hall, St Luke's
many more appearing later, but those mentioned were the main ones...Cavern, mainly for lunchtimes, but very clammy and claustrophobic!!
(Couldn't think of a lot that was bad, poverty for some, evictions for others, but nothing as criminal as today)
1980s good for me..but will leave that for another time