Mangle took me back to the past
GUESS what’s in our garage?
A mangle… honest. Mrs B saw it in a junkyard and couldn’t resist buying it.
I hadn’t seen one of those since I was a kid.
God knows what we’re going to do with it.
When it wasn’t in use, my gran used to hide her mangle in the pantry.
When was the last time you went in a pantry?
Ours was dark and cold and full of stuff like sterilised milk (does that still exist?)
Do you remember running errands to the shop every day? No freezers then.
I was always told to say ‘it’s for Mrs Barlow’ so I’d get freshly cut ham and not dodgy out of date stuff.
The other phrase I was told to use was ‘can you put it in the book and my mum will pay you on Friday?’. I used that a lot.
We got through loads of condensed milk in our house.
My mother poured it on everything we ate. I didn’t mind it on jelly but not on cake and pie.
Even the cat got it in his bowl. Once I left home I never had any again.
My granddad used to buy me spangles. Remember them?
Did they disappear with flying saucers and sherbet dabs?
How good was Spanish dipped in kali? You could make that last all day.
Got to go… Mrs B is having a dummy run on the mangle.