When I was a little girl we had an old lady who lived nearby and she`d sit at her front doorstep and give sweets to all the kids who passed by. We all called her Aunty Mary and she was unmarried,had no children of her own and had lived in the same 2 up, 2 down, mid terraced house since birth. All of our Mums kind of looked out for her and they`d send us round with home baked cakes or a pot of home made soup or similar. I can clearly recall her having gas mantles in her house and because she was lonely she`d encourage us to stop and chat with her. On one visit I needed the loo which just like our own house it was down the backyard and it was my first and only time I ever came across a tippler toilet. It was a wooden box with a hole in the top and when you`d finished you pulled a handle and it tipped the tray underneath the hole and the contents went into the drain underneath.
When Aunty Mary passed away I was around 13 and her family home was ripped apart by builders and dragged into the 20th century. I can still remember her old fashioned furniture, the crochet mats on top of the huge old sidebord, the back kitchen with just a stone sink, a kitchenette cupboard and an ancient gas cooker. The house didn`t have electricity so she`d no mod cons at all.