Throwback Thursday #23

Our hostess this week is Maggie and her theme is chores and allowances.
You can join in too by clicking here
She asks
Did you have chores you were responsible for? At what age did that begin?

Were you required to make your bed and keep your room tidy? Did you have the responsibility for those chores for siblings or others in the house? Were chores evenly distributed?

Were you asked to take out the trash, mow the lawn, or do the dishes? How about cooking?

Were you given an allowance? If so, at what age and how much?

Were there repercussions if you did not do your chores?

How did you establish chores once you had a home of your own?

Here’s my response:

My parents made me aware that money didn’t grow on trees and I couldn’t have what I wanted just because I asked. Money was always tight but us kids never went without the important things. It wasn’t until I was an adult and bringing up a family, albeit not my own, that I realised just how much and how many sacrifices they made to do that.

We didn’t have ‘an allowance’ as kids here in the UK, but we did have pocket money.
The first pocket money I had was sixpence, which went a long way in the 1960s. I didn’t have my own bedroom until 1965 and when I did, I kept it tidy and clean. I always put my toys and colouring pencils  away (or muddles as Mum used to call them), and would polish the lino by putting dusters on my feet and ‘skating’.
First one home from school would peel some potatoes for dinner and I nearly always ended up laying the table. It was a must in our house that on weekdays, we all sat down to our main meal around 6pm and then helped with the washing up afterwards. I didn’t mind washing up, but hated drying. I still do actually.

As I got older, my pocket money increased to two bob (two shillings) and I would save half of that in the post office ***. However, to earn it, I had to dust once a week and can remember dusting round everything but moving things about so that it looked like I’d done the job properly. In hindsight it would have quicker and easier to do that in the first place. I still hate dusting, and once a month or so I have everything off the shelves in the lounge and do a thorough job, also moving things around in the process.
*** I had a savings account with a passbook at The Post Office and would put any surplus money in that.

The most I had in pocket money was a pound when I was about twelve, but out of that I paid for my piano lesson which was fourteen shillings, so I was left with six. Again half of that went into the post office.
In the school holidays, I helped out where my Mum worked packing sweets. I was earning five pounds a week, two of which went to Mum for my keep, £2 in the post office and £1 for me. Obviously I didn’t get my pocket money during that time.

When I was bringing up a family, they were encouraged to earn their pocket money, and if they didn’t do the chores, they got nothing. Again, money was tight, but I tried to be fair, and the boys cottoned on that the more chores they did, the more money came their way. The classic was washing the car.  We had one each and they were always keen to earn a bit extra. They would get £2 for a wash, £4 if they hoovered inside as well and an extra £1 if they polished the interior. I can still remember handing over a fiver to the eldest boy and when I came to drive the car, the steering wheel was so well polished, my hands slid straight off!
The same lad appreciated money wasn’t a right, and wanted a pair of football boots. They were expensive and beyond the budget, so I compromised and said if he could raise half the money, I’d provide the rest. The street had the cleanest cars in the village and he got himself a paper round. He got his football boots and I was so proud of him.

Hubby and I share the household chores. No pocket money of course, but he’s not afraid to push the hoover, do the laundry, wash up or cook a meal. I’ve got the easy bit as I can’t do electrics (I can change a plug or a light bulb though) or major DIY, but I can help by being his gopher and getting the tools he needs to save him getting up and down all the time. Plus I make excellent tea or coffee.
The garden is also more his domain than mine, but I am happy to mow the lawn, especially since getting the petrol mower which is a lot easier to use. I can start it OK too.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
This entry was posted in blogging, Memories and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink.

15 Responses to Throwback Thursday #23

  1. Maggie says:

    Lovely memories, Di. I suppose pocket money simply means spending money. I don’t understand the money that went to the post office. What was that for? I love reading about how all our lives differed, yet remained similar in so many ways.

    • I was encouraged to save, so had a post office account and that’s where half of my pocket money went. Helping my Mum out gave me the money to buy my first record player and some of the money I had in my savings was withdrawn to buy records.

      • Maggie says:

        I did a little research. Post Office was a bank? Here it is where we mail letters and packages. It must have been nice to have money to buy such things!

      • The Post Office had savings accounts and did at one time become a bank, then was taken over by the Bank of Ireland. These days you can also get foreign currency, top up your mobile phone, pay bills, get account balances (but not statements) and do some banking transactions for most major banks.

  2. My friend, you are one smart lady with regard to finances and teaching children the value of a dollar. As always, I enjoy reading your posts. 🙂

  3. ghostmmnc says:

    Very good that you learned the value of earning money and saving while young. Like Maggie, I am confused about the Post Office deal. Was that like a savings bank? Here a post office is where you take packages and letters to be mailed and buy stamps! 🙂

  4. Sadje says:

    A practical approach to life when you were growing up.

  5. Carol anne says:

    really enjoyed reading your answers to this weeks throwback thursday Di! ❤

  6. murisopsis says:

    Your upbringing doesn’t sound too much different than mine… We had to do dishes, do some ironing, make our beds and pick up clothes, fold laundry… For extra we got a dime for every A on a report card and my grandmother would pay for weeding her garden and flower beds. I hate to dust!!

Comments are closed.