-
Legacy Member
The Story Of An Egg Box.
When I recently rediscovered the shrapnel posted elsewhere on this forum, in the same suitcase, I also found this egg box which my father used during WW2 to transport eggs from home to school in order to bribe teachers into "letting him off" detentions. Sorry about the typos in my father's account.
Black market and bartering etc was very common in the UK
during WW2 and most people were "at it", even children.
Information
 |
Warning: This is a relatively older thread
This discussion is older than 360 days. Some information contained in it may no longer be current. |
|
-
The Following 4 Members Say Thank You to Flying10uk For This Useful Post:
-
07-31-2021 08:37 PM
# ADS
Friends and Sponsors
-
Moderator
(M1 Garand/M14/M1A Rifles)
That's a hilariously story!!! You Brits were big with the eggs thing. The gyro horizon indicators on all your RAF aircraft were marked thusly:
Bob
"It is said, 'Go not to the elves for counsel for they will say both no and yes.' "
Frodo Baggins to Gildor Inglorion, The Fellowship of the Ring
-
The Following 2 Members Say Thank You to Bob Womack For This Useful Post:
-
-
Advisory Panel
It says a lot for the service of the then Royal Mail that eggs would arrive unbroken in a box like that!
“There are invisible rulers who control the destinies of millions. It is not generally realized to what extent the words and actions of our most influential public men are dictated by shrewd persons operating behind the scenes.”
Edward Bernays, 1928
Much changes, much remains the same. 
-
The Following 2 Members Say Thank You to Surpmil For This Useful Post:
-
Legacy Member
Reminds me of a story that my father in law told about swapping his homemade country biscuits for store bought sliced loaf bread at lunch when he was in elementary school. Being Northern Neck Virginia farmers they couldn’t afford store bought. Born in 1915, farmed with oxen too. A neat guy.
Last edited by baltimoreed; 08-02-2021 at 01:36 PM.
“Give’em hell, Pike.”
-
-
Legacy Member
Mother's father worked at a coal mine, above ground, and part of the pay was a ton of coal delivered per month. During the war he exchanged (over the fence in the back garden) some "surplus coal" with the neighbour on one side who worked in a soft drinks factory for some "surplus sugar" because the factory used a lot of sugar. The neighbour on the other side worked in a shoe factory and so "surplus coal" was also able to flow in the opposite direction in exchange for "surplus new shoes".
-
PM
Milsurps Voice Mail