jackytoo

Just been sorting out old photos and a menu fell out of the Pile. Aznar line ships 1974

Coffee/tea 10 pesetas
Beer 15
pork chop 75
Entrecote 125
gateaux 25
Tuna salad 50

Also a lot of photos with me on the CDS....surrounded by green fields right to the sea. Happy days

Lynn R

It always makes me feel like a museum piece when I recall starting work in 1973 and being paid £11 per week!

jackytoo

What made me feel old was a postcard to Mum from LA saying the hotel didn't have keys, the door opens with a plastic card

bobd22

Lynn my first weeks pay as an apprentice 1969 £3-5 shillings. I joined up in 72 and couldn't believe it when I had £14 week board and food found.

megmet

I remember it well, especially the green fields down to the sea where they would be ploughing with oxen.....those were the days!

Rotor

I hadnt even reached my teens then

mikelincs

when I started work in 1964, I got what was a decent take home wage, at the time, of £30 per MONTH.

Fred James

And a new Mini cost less than £500.

mikelincs

and my first house cost £2000

Lynn R

My first house cost £150 - a 17th century stone built weaver's cottage with the original mullion windows. That was in 1977. Mind you we did buy it from my ex-husband's parents so they probably gave us a good deal!

It was completely unmodernised when we got it, still had the outside toilet which, along with the coal shed, was at the front of the house on a main road (because the house was built into a hill and the ground at the back came up to the bedroom window sills). Never seen anything like it before or since. I set fire to one of the original beams in the living room whilst trying to strip off about 20 coats of old paint with a blowtorch. The fireplace in the living room was so big that my dad, who worked at a colliery, had to get their blacksmith to make me a special firegrate to fit, and we could burn a whole sack of coal in one night on it.

dorishaslop

wow, that sounds fantastic,,, what happened to the house, I take it you don't live there any more ??

HBG

In the early seventies I paid a pound for three gallons of petrol. I'd just bought a house in Hornchurch, a posh (ish, for me) place, for five grand.

I used to drink pints of lager and packets of crisps, but can't remember the price, but they made me fat.

Lynn R

No, we did quite a bit of work on it, and sold it back to my ex's parents about 5 years later when we moved to make my commute to work a bit shorter. They were publicans who had bought a free house in the village and half a dozen cottages round and about.

Originally the upstairs was all one huge room as that was where the weaving was done, with 3 large mullion windows along the front. We divided it up into 2 bedrooms and a bathroom and our bedroom was still 21' x 18' (but b***** freezing in the winter!), plus putting a kitchen in. We had a long garden at the back (but no way of getting in to it except by climbing through a bedroom window!) which had farmland beyond it. One morning I woke up to see a horse looking in at my bedroom window as he had jumped the fence from the field beyond - quite surreal.

The biggest problem with the house was damp because of the back walls downstairs being effectively underground, and the flagstone floors were pretty cold too. When we lived there we couldn't get access to excavate the ground at the back to cure the damp problem, but after we left an estate of new houses was built on the fields behind and at that time my in-laws were able to get a digger in, create a patio and terrace the garden which added a lot of value to the house. The view wasn't nearly as nice, though, no matter how "executive" the new houses might have been!