An Extra Two Ounces of Butter

This story appears courtesy of and with thanks to The Liverpool Diocesan Care and Repair Association and James Taylor

We had the ration books, I remember once, we could only get a tiny bit of butter, I was in the queue waiting for my share, and when I’d got it I walked away and went down one of the side streets, and there was a nice little pat of butter in brown paper. I looked all around to see if there was anybody about. I thought, “Oh some poor soul’s lost their butter.” I went home and told my mother and he said , “Well if you didn’t see anybody there’s nothing you can do about it. You could have said to anyone; Is this yours?” I said “Well I didn’t see a soul but someone must have lost it.” So we had an extra two ounces of butter that week.

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