A Day In My Life

Mrs Helen Scott

The day I will tell you about happened just after the end of (World) War 2. My husband was home after serving 4 years in the Middle East. Living with his mother, we were keen to get settled in a home of our own as a family with our son who was three years old and had only know his dad on a photo. I had been trying hard to get a house, going round house agents but it was a thankless task as so many people were in the same position.

This day I heard the postman at the door. He had brought a letter from the Dundee Housing Department telling us we had been allocated a house. It was wonderful! I was given the address which was at the other side of the town. After breakfast I hurried over to tell my parents - no phones for us them, we couldn't afford it - after the excitement died down, we set off to see the house - which turned out to be a Prefab - whoever thought of the idea of prefabs for the soldiers returning after the war was a genius., they were wonderful little bungalows with all mod-cons. With so many luxuries - a fridge and a heated towel rail in the bathroom. The kitchen had a fold-down table which fitted into the wall, when not in use, a clothed boiler for wash-days. ... (continues)