I Don't Feel Guilty

Many of you have asked the question cloth or disposables. I believe it depends on when you were born. Before the mid-Seventies you are probably brought up in traditional terry's cloth nappies covered with plastic pants, from the mid-Seventies onwards the introduction of disposables must have been very convenient and labour-saving and quickly became popular, as a result of which you were probably brought up in disposables. Although they were not particularly well made in the beginning, the sticking tape would often not stick or if it was placed wrong it could not be removed and resealed, the legs were not elasticated as they are today, the absorbency was also not particularly good.

I was born in north London, the street was a row of red brick terraces with grey slate roofs. At one end was a large red brick factory that used to make Barings. At the other end of the street on one corner was a cobbler's. You didn't just buy new shoes back then, you had to make do and mend. Shoes were only used for going to school and to church on Sunday, and woe betide you if you scuffed them. On the other corner was a general store that sold everything from head lice lotion to hatpins. We lived at number 102 which was about half way, I must have nearly worn a groove in the footpath between our house and the store running backwards and forwards for things that mum wanted or tobacco and cigarettes for the old men. No money every exchange hands as everything was on tick, until Friday when the old man got paid and cleaned his slate for the next week.

Most of the street was young families that relied on work from the factory. It's from here that I keep my fondest memories, from our upstairs back bedroom window you could see most of the back gardens up and down the street. On any dry day you would be sure to see row upon row of white terry's nappies and plastic pants gently blowing in the breeze. I never knew it then but it was one of the best sites I will ever see and sure miss them today. On rainy days mum would have the bigger old wooden clothes horse stretched out in front of the fire loaded down with fluffy white nappies and plastic pants hanging from the corner posts, then by the evening on the table would be a neat folded pile of white nappies and plastic pants. This would be reflected up and down the street as I used to go into my friends' houses to play.

I think looking back on those wonderful sights must have reinforced my addiction. I feel sorry everybody that was brought up with disposable and having never seen such a site. Prehaps less people will become addicted to wanting to wear nappies as a result?
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Jan 20, 2011