Re: The World will end - ITS SNOWING ??
What has happened to British True Grit? In 1947 I, at the age of 4, used to plod up Aspen Lane in West End (when it was just a country lane) to school with the snow deeper than my wellies. There were power cuts every day, coal and coke were rationed, but the school never shut. During 1947 my dad went to work in Bolton every day. He was in business, on his own, he couldn't afford to be closed for a day.
I slithered my way to and from Paddock House School on many a snowy day. Who remembers those God-awful mortar-board hats we girls had to wear? They were a prime target for snowballs.
In 1962/63 I worked in Bury tax Office. I had to go by bus to Accrington then by steam train to Bury. The unheated trains often stopped at Ramsbottom for a couple of hours and I could be up to 3 hours late for work. I used to be told to work through my lunch-break, to make up some time, but no one ever suggested I should stay at home.
England has become a Nation of wimps. An inch or two of snow and everything grinds to a halt!
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