We used to stay on a farm near Benlech Bay. I used to love going there, we went about three or fours years on the trot. The farmer's name was Roberts and he used to send us a chicken every Christmas. Me and my brother used to go down to the sea side on a couple of occasions but we preferred to stay on the farm 'helping out'. Thinking back 'helping out' was a term for being a 'bloody nuisance'.You had holidays too.?
Definitely middle class.![]()
They kept hens for the eggs. Occasionally, the hens would lay eggs somewhere around the farm yard and the chicks would hatch. They didn't want this and I remember once walking into the farm kitchen and the farmer's wife had a box with half-a-dozen live chicks in. As I watched, she opened the door on the oven and threw the chicks one by one into the flames.

