A real treat for us kids was when our mam could get a bag of coal...we'd all huddle round fire, enjoying the warmth. Central heating didn't exist...at least not where we lived.
We'd scour the streets and parks, looking for bits of wood to burn. Occasionally we'd find a discarded shoe (God only knows how folk manage to lose one shoe) - it all helped. Along the way we'd pick up tab ends for our mam. Happy days.
I found my front door key, which had been missing for a week, I just knew - well, 99.5% knew - that it had to be in the house....... Yay, here it is, hallo key!
Heck no, we didn't eat the welly. It came in very handy trudging through the snow on the 12 mile hike to school. Of course, only having the one meant that I had to hop all the way. And fate was cruel.....I had tiny feet (I still do) and that welly was a size 12.
Oh well, mustn't grumble.
That's a lovely song, Gness, thank you. It's the first time I've heard it. The only song that comes to mind for me is "The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down".