This is the appalling conditions my great-grandmother grew up in. Her parents moved from being dirt poor in Mayo to being dirt poor in Liverpool, no wonder so many of her family died as children.
My father was born in Beaufort street 1933, he told me some of his friends lived in houses that had nothing not even a bed they slept on hemp sacks on the floor , kids in bare feet and rags , my great grandmother used to make an extra tray of roasties on a Sunday and feed the kids with 1 roastie wrapped in newspaper, my uncle remembers kids asking men coming off overhead from work , got any carrying out left mister as they were starving, and might be given half eaten sandwich which they devoured, and in the depression families burnt their furniture, doors and floorboards to keep warm ,this was life until WW2, then life improved, RIP DAD and your 9 siblings 😢
@ 1:29 'Paddy and me settled in Scotland Road but you wander around and it's a real melting pot' It's 2 miles from Scotland Road to Brick Street, so it wasn't a 'melting pot' at all. Scotland Road was a solidly white, working class, catholic community. This quote from Orwell sums your sinister interpretation up perfectly: “Every record has been destroyed or falsified, every book rewritten, every picture has been repainted, every statue and street building has been renamed, every date has been altered. And the process is continuing day by day and minute by minute. History has stopped. Nothing exists except an endless present in which the Party is always right.” ― George Orwell, 1984
Who's the revisionist here? is there some type of standard distance for determining a melting pot? NYC happens to be larger than two miles across, so by your definition, it's not a melting pot? Nor London? Nor Toronto? Nor Vancouver? Nor Jakarta? Twat.
Geez, Those conditions are very rough, it must of been so easy for crime to happen! I am so glad we are not in those conditions anymore, and kids think their life is so hard (when there were literally CHILDREN sleeping on a DOOR!!) when they don't get any toys or electrical devices they set their eyes on, Adverts or in the shops! This really needs to teach kids that their lives aren't that bad just because they don't get what they want. I have never had any relatives come from Liverpool, but these conditions are almost as bad as London's conditions were in the Industrial Revolution. Moral of the story: "Kids, Be grateful with what you have! Not everyone is lucky enough to have the lifestyle you have!!" 🙏🥲
This is the appalling conditions my great-grandmother grew up in. Her parents moved from being dirt poor in Mayo to being dirt poor in Liverpool, no wonder so many of her family died as children.
My Great (x2) Grandparents lived at 10 Court, Kitchen Street. This video is a great insight into the type of housing and conditions at the time.
My father was born in Beaufort street 1933, he told me some of his friends lived in houses that had nothing not even a bed they slept on hemp sacks on the floor , kids in bare feet and rags , my great grandmother used to make an extra tray of roasties on a Sunday and feed the kids with 1 roastie wrapped in newspaper, my uncle remembers kids asking men coming off overhead from work , got any carrying out left mister as they were starving, and might be given half eaten sandwich which they devoured, and in the depression families burnt their furniture, doors and floorboards to keep warm ,this was life until WW2, then life improved, RIP DAD and your 9 siblings 😢
And kids today think they have it hard because they can't have the lastest gadget or whatever that catches thier eye
Tragic conditions. Hard to believe.
@ 1:29 'Paddy and me settled in Scotland Road but you wander around and it's a real melting pot' It's 2 miles from Scotland Road to Brick Street, so it wasn't a 'melting pot' at all. Scotland Road was a solidly white, working class, catholic community. This quote from Orwell sums your sinister interpretation up perfectly:
“Every record has been destroyed or falsified, every book rewritten, every picture has been repainted, every statue and street building has been renamed, every date has been altered. And the process is continuing day by day and minute by minute. History has stopped. Nothing exists except an endless present in which the Party is always right.”
― George Orwell, 1984
Who's the revisionist here? is there some type of standard distance for determining a melting pot? NYC happens to be larger than two miles across, so by your definition, it's not a melting pot? Nor London? Nor Toronto? Nor Vancouver? Nor Jakarta?
Twat.
Geez, Those conditions are very rough, it must of been so easy for crime to happen! I am so glad we are not in those conditions anymore, and kids think their life is so hard (when there were literally CHILDREN sleeping on a DOOR!!) when they don't get any toys or electrical devices they set their eyes on, Adverts or in the shops! This really needs to teach kids that their lives aren't that bad just because they don't get what they want. I have never had any relatives come from Liverpool, but these conditions are almost as bad as London's conditions were in the Industrial Revolution.
Moral of the story: "Kids, Be grateful with what you have! Not everyone is lucky enough to have the lifestyle you have!!" 🙏🥲
I believe the churches of one denomination or the other owned most of the slums in the UK.
Is that Burnt Face Man talking at 0:44?!?!?!?! I can't believe my ears lol
Take that, crime!
And no food banks for these poor sods {no pun intended} ,.We have really moved on since those days.
They had what was called outdoor relief. Basically a food bank.
My irish grandad lived in wolf street, dingle, liverpool. A slum.
This is a VIDEO channel, not a pictures gallery
Too sophisticated for you, is it?
God bless the British Empire.
Interesting
Bejesus,begorrah, and bechrist !
WHAT WAS THAT ALL ABOUT DON'T THINK SO
mike sull it's called history. National Museums Liverpool might of give you a clue! DOH
Had to stop watching after 30 seconds of the dreadful commentary.