Recalling The Modern Post War Kitchen
Wow, the thought of changing up to a modern kitchen just a few short weeks ago would have seemed quite beyond my grasp. But now that I’ve been trailing around two or three out of town kitchen emporiums, I feel almost an expert at this game. The general themes are of course much more exciting than in the days of my parents. In fact the house I was born in was brand new – on an estate well out of London. Thousands of London families were being shipped out of bomb damaged London. The kitchens were the very best utilitarian available in postwar Britain. We had a fitted kitchen of sorts – such a luxury then. I can just remember the ‘houdini’ cabinet in the corner. A stand alone item, with double cupboard up top, then a pull down hatch which served as the worktop . . . then below was the saucepan and cooking implement cupboard. How the two women in my life coped I don’t know but they did. My new kitchen would be like absolute paradise for them!