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Originally Posted by Gordon Booth
It wasn't all bad, DiG. Sitting in a tin bath in front of the fire in the kitchen(we didn't have a scullery)was lovely- although I must admit once you were 15 it did get a bit embarrassing!
And of course by then your cousin was too big to fit in with you so one of you got a luke warm bath..
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In a tin bath eh, thats posh. In the 40s whilst living in York St, Church I remember being bathed in the "Slopstone" acka "Earthenware Sink". Also we only had electricity downstairs - can even remember the smoke stains from the Candles which were place on the bedrooms mantelpiece, we even had a Tippler Toilet" - was alwys afraid of falling down one.