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Oak Pub Table Set

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  • Any table that is 42" High (Standard Table height is 30")

  • A smoky flavor or aroma characteristic of wine aged in barrels made from this wood

  • A tree that bears acorns as fruit, and typically has lobed deciduous leaves. Oaks are common in many north temperate forests and are an important source of hard and durable wood used chiefly in construction, furniture, and (formerly) shipbuilding

  • the hard durable wood of any oak; used especially for furniture and flooring

  • a deciduous tree of the genus Quercus; has acorns and lobed leaves; "great oaks grow from little acorns"

  • An Oak is a tree or shrub in the genus Quercus (; Latin "oak tree"), of which about 600 species exist on earth. "Oak" may also appear in the names of species in related genera, notably Lithocarpus.

  • put: put into a certain place or abstract location; "Put your things here"; "Set the tray down"; "Set the dogs on the scent of the missing children"; "Place emphasis on a certain point"

  • a group of things of the same kind that belong together and are so used; "a set of books"; "a set of golf clubs"; "a set of teeth"

  • A collection of implements, containers, or other objects customarily used together for a specific purpose

  • A group or collection of things that belong together, resemble one another, or are usually found together

  • A group of people with common interests or occupations or of similar social status

  • fit(p): (usually followed by `to' or `for') on the point of or strongly disposed; "in no fit state to continue"; "fit to drop"; "laughing fit to burst"; "she was fit to scream"; "primed for a fight"; "we are set to go at any time"

Bristol Social History - 100 Fishponds Road

Bristol Social History - 100 Fishponds Road

'The years of 1927 and 1928 were very bad for the people of Bristol who were poor'

'The depression of the 1920's/1930's seemed endless little or no work, poor housing, poor food, poor health, drudgery and hopelessness, to be poor then was to manage to survive on bread (stale) and margarine. A dish of stew or some cuttings was a real luxury'.

Board of Guardians

A story of Mr Ernest Curme for instance which occurred some 55 years ago when he, as a small boy, accompanied his mother to be interviewed by the Board of Guardians. Although more than 50 years have elapsed he states that the incident is as real to him today as it was immediately after the event, his story is as follows:

'The years of 1927 and 1928 were very bad for the people of Bristol who were poor. To be poor then was to manage to survive on bread (stale) and margarine. A dish of stew or some cuttings was a real luxury although there was a bowl of soup which could be purchased for a halfpenny and was provided by societies who cared.

The shadow over all this was the dreaded Board of Guardians. The title deceived you — they guarded the money they had to dole out, nothing else.

The Committee of the Board of Guardians, operating from various centres consisted of four persons, three well fed, well suited gentlemen and a 'Lavender and Lace fine looking well bred lady who was the most cruel, vindictive person you could wish to meet. To warrant a committee meeting you had to apply first and were then summoned to the Board’s Office.

'I remember as a lad of four, five and six years going with my widowed mother to those dark places built of stone, and like a fortress with massive iron gates. These were called the workhouse or just the Guardians'.

100 Fishponds Road

One was also situated in Avonvale Road St.George which I attended with my mother and is now an elderly people’s club. The other one after we moved which I remember as oppressive and cruel was 100 Fishponds Road. It was also a workhouse for those with no home, such as children split up from their parents and wives from husbands.

The entrance to 100 Fishponds Road is just past Eastville Police Station and you entered through pulled back iron gates. In the Lodge was an attendant resplendent in a serge uniform and official peak cap.

He was at the window marked ‘Enquiries’ and until you showed him the recommended letter or card you could not pass. These servants of the Board enjoyed their work. They seemed to delight in the slow ponderous manner they looked at the person who tendered the letter as if to make sure he or she was not an intruder. To pass through without a pre-arranged command would have meant that there would be no money for you.

When the ritual had been finished a point of the uniformed hand to a slope and the steps to the sanctum of the waiting room. To enter this you passed through two very high doors and entered a wooden - floored room of long forms. Another uniformed official told you where to sit after reading the same letter.

Waiting room it might have been called but to my young eyes the atmosphere was of greyness. All around sat others, men, women, other children, but no sound of talk. If a child cried the mother or parent was told to go outside until the child was quiet.
One day we had to sit by a tortoise stove with its chimney going up to the ceiling but although the weather was wintery and cold not a scrap of fire was within and the room was like an icebox. The tattered coats of the men, the faces of despair on the women, and children’s patter gave out the cry, We are poor, not by necessity but born into it, so we have to suffer. Why?'

The official in the uniform strutted up and down by the forms. He was warm, well fed, and had a job. To imagine his thoughts you only had to look at his face.

These wretches were under his dominance. They could be sent away if he wished. This was the power by authority of the Board of Guardians — King George V was on the throne and all was well with Bristol. You could see his smile of contempt and feel that he would have had us put down like animals if he had had his way.

The dreaded Committee Room: At precisely 9 am the procession of human—beings started. As they were called the parents and children were swallowed up through the oak door marked ‘Private’. The summons started with the attendant coming out of his door and standing in front of the forms to. read out the surname and when answered, this way' was thrown at the person who stood up. This was the dreaded Committee Room.

My mother’s name would not be called until 10 O’clock but you had to be there at nine anyway. I looked around and smelt Jeyes fluid, the carbolic smell to dry out the poor smell. The poor smell was of damp houses or rooms and the clothes of shabby appearance. All the better clothes were of course in the Pawn Shop. The footwear was of varied appearance. Some shoes would have the tops broken away from the uppers showing the socks or

Waiting for Fish and Chips

Waiting for Fish and Chips

We both had a hankering for some traditional fish and chips, so we stopped in San Rafael's only English-style pub, The Mayflower Inn. While we were waiting I set the camera on the thick oak plank table and made this single exposure. The ZI only shows a blinking "1" for long exposures, so after a second or so had passed, and thinking that the shutter was closed already, I picked up the camera, only to hear the shutter fall! In disgust, I kicked the table leg, thinking I'd ruined the frame. This was the 'happy accident' result :D

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