My late uncle Jack was postman in the Belgian town of Maaseik. Sad that this once so familiar job is rapidly disappearing. I would like my postman milkman public payphone and much more back but time has chosen to slowly forget and erase their image in our minds. Sad
When we (emigrants) Holidayed back in Blighty 1990 to see the relatives and went to Knebworth Fair at Lord Mucky Mucks place I ordered "a pint of Knebworth please" in the pub only because I liked saying "a pint of Knebworth". The only reason I typed this irrelevant comment is because I still like typing "a pint of Knebworth".
Wheathampstead born and bred - familiar places. Thanks for posting this piece of nostalgia.
Beautifully filmed for back then.
Really enjoyed watching this video.
At 8:20 the postie is turning up into the little driveway leading to where I spent the first 16 years of my life
Hard to believe that this was the England I was born into. Where did it all go? Beautiful film, thanks for posting.
Me too! July 1945...
Where did it go ?? .......It went under the bulldozer Britain has be finished for many many years
Great Video.
This Village is Wheathampstead Hertfordshire
My late uncle Jack was postman in the Belgian town of Maaseik. Sad that this once so familiar job is rapidly disappearing. I would like my postman milkman public payphone and much more back but time has chosen to slowly forget and erase their image in our minds. Sad
Grandes trabajadores saludos 🇦🇷
Tis a very quiet village.
I don't see a 3 speed shifter.
That might be a single speed.
When we (emigrants) Holidayed back in Blighty 1990 to see the relatives and went to Knebworth Fair at Lord Mucky Mucks place I ordered "a pint of Knebworth please" in the pub only because I liked saying "a pint of Knebworth". The only reason I typed this irrelevant comment is because I still like typing "a pint of Knebworth".