Children with big problems
IN 1992, we featured Britain s oldest businesswomen, Marie Wilson and her daughter Joyce, who ran Aubrey Wilson Nurseries Ltd, in Terrington St Clement. Amazingly, Marie was 100 years old and Joyce was 70. They were pictured harvesting their crop of auber
IN 1992, we featured Britain's oldest businesswomen, Marie Wilson and her daughter Joyce, who ran Aubrey Wilson Nurseries Ltd, in Terrington St Clement.
Amazingly, Marie was 100 years old and Joyce was 70. They were pictured harvesting their crop of aubergines.
From their greenhouses, the pair who employed seven people, sold everything from pinks to courgettes.
Marie moved to the Fens from London in 1925 to help her father, Rueben Pratt, at the King William pub in the village.
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After marrying her husband Aubrey, she swapped pulling pints for picking tomatoes. After his death in 1975, it was left to Marie and Joyce to run the business.
Working seven days a week from 7am until 9pm, Joyce said: "We don't go anywhere much; we haven't got time. We go to King's Lynn once a fortnight - that's our only break." Never have I despaired more for the future of our youngsters.
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I have regularly placed the blame for the bulk of the malaise that is the youth of today at the feet of parents, and the last few days there has been proof positive that I - along of course with many others - am right.
My eyebrows were first raised at the weekend during a shopping trip. I dislike shopping at the best of times, but a few alterations chez Asplin mean I have been forced to accompany my wife on shopping trips to offer opinions on issues such as furniture and carpeting.
The raised eyebrows quickly became genuine anger as I watched a child, aged about six, leaping on and off an expensive settee, rolling around on it and balancing on the retractable leg rests.
His parents were unconcerned and continued chatting just a few feet away.
A salesman arrived, looked at the lad for a few moments . . . and walked away, clearly concerned about offending a potential customer, and the lost sale, maybe even legal action, that could ensue.
I calmed down for a few minutes before coming across three children jumping up and down on a three-piece suite in the same shop, and then watched in disbelief as two youngsters chased each other around and over carpet rolls and samples, oblivious to the adults who were forced to step aside for them. Again, the parents did nothing.
Having bored my wife for the rest of the day with assertions of how things were so much better in my day, and even when our children were young, I then stumbled on the story of the empty-headed bunch of mothers making deliveries of chips and other fast food through a school fence because the pupils were unhappy with the new regime of healthy school meals.
If ever there was a case of parents undermining authority by teaching their offspring that it's okay to circumvent the rules and do just what they like, this was it.
I gather this no-brainer of a scheme, at a Rotherham comprehensive school, has now stopped, but I can't help wondering about the confusion and major problems the children of all these vacuous parents will have to endure in the real world in a few years' time.