With the start of world war II, the government was very concerned about how they were going to provide britain with everything they needed to survive, especially food. With only half of food being produced in Britain and the rest being imported, they needed to come up with a solution and fast. A committee was set up to help with the idea of rationing. They were in charge of how rationing was going to be achieved, as well as what would be rationed and when. The government hoped this would mean that everyone got their fair share and that everyone would have a healthy and balanced diet to help win the war. They needed everyone to be able to fill the gaps of the men fighting for their country, whether it be in a factory or working on the land.
It was decided that everybody should be issued with a ration book and was given instructions to register with their local butcher and grocer. Special ration books were to be given to those working in heavy industry and pregnant women to ensure they got enough nutrition. Supplements were also given to children in the form of orange juice and cod liver oil.
The main foods that were rationed were meats, butter, cheese, jam, fats, milk and sweets. Although milk was rationed to three pints a week, it was an increase for most people.
From the start of the war in September 1939, petrol was rationed. This was so that everybody had their fair share and meant that many car owners had to save up there coupons to go out for the day. In January 1940, butter, bacon and sugar was rationed, soon followed by meat in March. July saw tea and margarine rationed and by December 1940, the sale of silk stockings was banned. Next to be rationed was all cosmetics except for lipstick in February 1941, soon to be followed by clothing in June 1941. Although all of these items were gradually rationed, a lot of them had been hard to get hold of since the start of the war.
The government set up the 'Dig For Victory' compaign in the hope that it would motivate Britain to grow more of their own produce. This would also mean that they would be getting vegetables for a lot less cost, as all they needed to do was make sure they had all the tools needed and start growing. By 1943, there was over 1,400,000 alotments as a result of the 'Dig For Victory' campaign.
Welcome to Some Sunny Day, a blog that shows an insight into what life was like during war. As it is the 100th anniversary of the First World War, the blog is currently focusing on what life was like for everybody involved in this war from the home front to the front line.
Tuesday, 20 December 2011
Those Left Behind
I'm sat here watching land girls, from my favourite era. I have always thought that I was born at the wrong time, that I was born 80 years too late. I'm so fascinated by the friendships and bonds that were formed, as well as the fashions and styles, the way people coped with having to sit in a garden all night long, waiting to find their fate that night, with very little sleep. But I never really think about the pain, both mentally and physically that everybody went through. Children in the middle of the action, some evacuated, others kept at home. Suddenly sweets and brand new toys are rationed and hard to come by, their childhood ruined by bombs and destruction, never to be the same again. They witness the same same horrors as everybody else in their neighbourhood, only for them it was ten times scarier. They knew nothing about the things the Nazis were capable of, nothing of what had happened in the past. They had no understanding of suffering or the heartache of wondering if loved ones are still alive. They shouldn't have to deal with pain, death and suffering; they're only children!
When people think about war, they often just think about bombs, soldiers and fighting. They don't think about the people left behind. Women having to spend hours queuing only to find that there is only a few scraps or even nothing at all. To then have to go home and try to cook a desent meal with next to no ingredients for so many people; To keep homes warm and clean; To carry on as normal. But it's not normal, they still have to endure having their husbands, friends being taken off to war, having to keep a smile for them to remember home. To keep writing, even when there is no reply. To keep their families together and keep morale strong, even when their hearts are breaking, the lonliness taking over. To lose so much sleep, though bombing raids and worrying about family and friends.
The men, having to leave home, everyday life, wondering when or even if they would be coming home again. Waving goodbye on a station platform, not even knowing the destination or the return date. To keep that picture of her face in his mind, to keep him going, sometimes being the last face in the last breath. To leave pregnant wives, sometimes not evening knowing, to come home years later to a child that they have never seen. Children not knowing who this man called daddy is. The children that cling to their mothers at the sight of this frightful man. The pain and sadness written all over the man's face. Other men coming home, but not knowing where home is or with whom. No faces to recognise, welcome home just called out by strangers. Men that can't remember a life before war, as if war has been there all their life.
This is the real story of war
When people think about war, they often just think about bombs, soldiers and fighting. They don't think about the people left behind. Women having to spend hours queuing only to find that there is only a few scraps or even nothing at all. To then have to go home and try to cook a desent meal with next to no ingredients for so many people; To keep homes warm and clean; To carry on as normal. But it's not normal, they still have to endure having their husbands, friends being taken off to war, having to keep a smile for them to remember home. To keep writing, even when there is no reply. To keep their families together and keep morale strong, even when their hearts are breaking, the lonliness taking over. To lose so much sleep, though bombing raids and worrying about family and friends.
The men, having to leave home, everyday life, wondering when or even if they would be coming home again. Waving goodbye on a station platform, not even knowing the destination or the return date. To keep that picture of her face in his mind, to keep him going, sometimes being the last face in the last breath. To leave pregnant wives, sometimes not evening knowing, to come home years later to a child that they have never seen. Children not knowing who this man called daddy is. The children that cling to their mothers at the sight of this frightful man. The pain and sadness written all over the man's face. Other men coming home, but not knowing where home is or with whom. No faces to recognise, welcome home just called out by strangers. Men that can't remember a life before war, as if war has been there all their life.
This is the real story of war
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