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In the early 1900s when I was a child growing up on the working class Huxley housing estate of Victorian-style terraces, it was a matter of principle that we children - and indeed adults too - were kept clean.
Bathing us children was - like everything else for my mother - hard work. Because there was no running hot water anywhere in the Victorian style houses of working class families such as ours, bathing necessitated lighting the fire of the copper well in advance and then pouring buckets of cold water into it to heat up.
Then, when the water was hot, it had to be ladled out of the copper into buckets and carried to the tin bath in the kitchen.
We children bathed one at a time in the same water. The soap was ordinary household soap.
We had our hair washed while sitting in the bath. Our hair was lathered with the household soap and then rinsed with a jug of hot water poured over our heads. There wasn't time to say, "Ouch, it's too hot" or, "Ooooh, it's cold!".
As bathing took place in front of the kitchen range, everybody except the bather had to stay out of the parlour for the duration.
Because the bath spent the rest of the week outside in the yard, it had to be cleared of spiders and spiders' webs, etc. before we had our bath.
Vera Harding, formally Vera Eaton
Just as the bath had to be filled by bailing, it also had to be emptied by ladling. Any attempt to move these baths while water was in them would be a mistake because even the slightest of movements created a wave which could flood the floor.
We children always had our clean night clothes put on after our baths, followed by a dose of brimstone and treacle, which was rather ridiculous as it made me feel sick and, if I was, I risked dirtying my clean nightdress which my mother had gone to so much effort to wash and iron earlier in the week. Brimstone and treacle was a laxative, which, it was considered, was always necessary for children once a week.
Sometimes after our bath my mother would you read to us. I only remember two books Peep behind the scenes and Cast your bread upon the waters. The first book was about circus life where a little girl called Rosaly lived with her mother in a caravan. The mother was very ill with consumption and little Rosaly had to perform in a circus every night. I think the reason for me to remember this so well was because I was fascinated with the little girl's dress which was a typical circus dress, it had a tight bodice and a billowing white skirt with red roses round at the bottom. Actually it was a very sad story. The other book, I suspect had a moral to it and was based on the proverb, Cast your bread upon the waters and ye shall find it to returned after many days. It left no lasting impact on me.
Generally adults didn't bath. They just had a good wash down at the scullery sink. This was even though there was, in fact, a full-sized bath in the house. It was upstairs inside a large cupboard in a small room which was called the offroom - and which in later years had the grand name of bathroom.
For practical reasons this bath was hardly ever used because of it having no running water.
If someone wanted the luxury of a bath, they had to work for it. They first had to fill the copper in the scullery with water, then light the copper fire, which incidentally could be very temperamental. Then, once the water was hot, they had to ladle it into a bucket and carry it upstairs. A bath took a number of bucketsful and was never filled very deeply. The full buckets were heavy and it was all too easy to spill the hot water and scald oneself.
If the adults had so wished, they could always have a bath at the public baths.