Stainton In The 1950s

A Memory of Stainton.

Stainton was just a little grey village in the 50s, not posh like it is today. Everyone knew everyone else. My grandmother lived in a house with a stone slab with a well underneath and her father used to draw water from there, though I can't imagine it was drinkable. There were bare flagstones with a hooky rug in the kitchen and a stuffed bird on the landing. I used to love to hear the old grandfather clock ticking. There were always owls hooting at night which was really scary when you had to walk outside to get to the outside lavatory in the dark. They didn't have an oven but cooked the most delicious food and cakes in an old range with a hook hanging over the fire to boil the kettle on. When I visited the house years later the owners had removed the range and turned the kitchen into a hallway. Nobody had cars in those days and we used to travel there by bus.

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