Egg Rolling, Kites and Sunday Schoool Outings
I don't know but I've often wondered now - I wonder whether anyone goes egg rolling now?
I don't suppose half of you would know what egg rolling is. Anyhow, every Easter Mum used to give us perhaps half a dozen eggs, scrounge 'em from somewhere of other, and boil 'em up hard, hard boiled eggs. And then she'd put a dye, perhaps a blue bag or a bit of cotten linen, and colour them perhaps red, white and blue - all different colours. And then Easter Friday, she used to gather us all up like, and we used to walk all the way up to Rodbourne Cheney, there was a lovely slope out there up by the church and we used to get out there what they call egg rolling. And we rolled these eggs down the hill - it was a lovely thing done in those days but I don't suppose anybody ever does that now.
That was fun to us. And then there were Fatty's kites, oh dear dear dear. Well Fatty would do anything to make a penny or two. I remember, he used to get hold of an old umbrella, make a frame out of the umbrella frame like, y'know. And he used to make these kites. He used to put them up in the back kitchen window there and sell them for a penny and tuppence. Ah and he sold 'em.
And there was then the times we used to go to Marlborugh Forest on the old Sunday School outing. I remember once Fatty was sent to bed, it was a Sunday School outing, it was a lovely day it was. Anyhow Fatty got up to his tricks and one thing or another, he was sent to bed. Well he was up there moaning and groaning like, y'know. We all goes and catches the bus from up town I forget now, anyhow Fatty was locked up in the bedroom. We all gets up to Marlborough Forest and who was waiting there for us? There was Fatty. He's climbed out of the bedroom window - how he got to Marlborough Forest, I don't know. I forget now whether he hitch-hiked, or got the train - he couldn't have got the train cos he got no money. Anyhow he was waiting for us when we got there.
Yeah, good old days.
