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Re: Drinking straws
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Originally Posted by Judith Addison
I can clearly remember the waxed paper drinking straws looking like stripey spirals. I remember school milk with the foil caps very well, at both Hippings Methodist and the High School. I hated milk at school because it was lukewarm. At the High School the janitor used to bring a crate round to each classroom and put it next to the radiator. When I started at Hippings Methodist in 1953 we used to get milk, plus that thick clinic orange juice and a big spoonful of cod liver oil. I suppose we were the post-war generation and had to be built up to become nice and healthy. We never knew what rationing was, fortunately, although I know it didn't completely end officially until the early 1950s. I've heard about kids who grew up during the war who never saw a banana until the war was over and they reappeared in the shops. We were the lucky ones!
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My dad told me the same -never saw a banana or an orange till after the war. The eggs were powdered apparently.
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