tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502671101756463249.post5362426472214399800..comments2024-03-23T12:38:46.260+00:00Comments on The History Girls: Baby, it's cold outside by Julie SummersMary Hoffmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06241989732624913706noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502671101756463249.post-82469079323668413842017-01-29T14:51:16.073+00:002017-01-29T14:51:16.073+00:00Ah yes, the joys of chilblains! Had them every yea...Ah yes, the joys of chilblains! Had them every year. My fingers used to go numb right back to my hand. Never heard it was 'mild frostbite' though.Susan Pricehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07738737493756183909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502671101756463249.post-57355958223773429652017-01-28T20:16:40.883+00:002017-01-28T20:16:40.883+00:00Thanks, Julie for reminding us of the joys of heat...Thanks, Julie for reminding us of the joys of heating! The winter of 1962/3 was also freezing and in London we skated on the Serpentine and Round Pond in Kensington Gardens. The pipes all froze and we gathered snow from the garden to put in the loo - I still remember the vile smell as it melted, and went black - pollution.<br />Every winter I had itchy painful chillblains - and was told it was normal and would improve once I was pregnant! Nobody said it was mild frostbite, and prevented by warm bedrooms and decent footwear.Janie Hamptonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03474227107768216646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502671101756463249.post-5049013703647924942017-01-28T17:22:59.699+00:002017-01-28T17:22:59.699+00:00I remember being a student in a house with an unhe...I remember being a student in a house with an unheated downstairs bathroom & a toilet bowl that regularly froze as it was being 'used'. Anything left on the kitchen units similarly froze solid. The joys of a pre-central heating era !!Spade and Daggerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03447641240079673493noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502671101756463249.post-35184484745739788592017-01-28T16:51:49.776+00:002017-01-28T16:51:49.776+00:00Ice was part of my childhood too. We had no centra...Ice was part of my childhood too. We had no central heating after 1973 and I remember stiff towels and chill blains. But I think January 1940 must have been especially nasty. Thank you for your comment. Much appreciated.<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02266380390166911009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502671101756463249.post-31445345931371138352017-01-28T10:33:39.569+00:002017-01-28T10:33:39.569+00:00Loved the post but would like to point out that &#...Loved the post but would like to point out that 'ice on the inside of windows' was a quite normal part of my childhood every winter. Only one room was heated and every other room was COLD. Ice formed inside all the windows, frost painted every pane.<br /><br />My Dad was doing National Service in 1947/8, posted to Barnard Castle. He had to take maths classes to train him to align artillery. Wth typical army efficiency, the door of the classroom was warped and frozen shut. So the whole class and instructors - having walked through tunnels in waist-high drifts - had to climb in through the open classroom window. This was frozen open. So they did their class dressed like artic explorers, in overcoats, balaclavas, scarfs, gloves, double-socks. Every piece of clothing they could squeeze on.Susan Pricehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07738737493756183909noreply@blogger.com