As we’re still in the Centennial period of WWI, here is a poem to remind us all of what life was like for some at that time:
“Christmas 1916: thoughts in a V.A.D. hospital kitchen”
There’s no Xmas leave for us scullions,
we’ve got to keep on with the grind:
just cooking for Britain’s heroes.
But, bless you! we don’t really mind.
We’ve scores and scores of potatoes,
and cabbages also to do;
and onions, and turnips, and what not,
that go in the Irish stew.
We’re baking , and frying, and boiling,
from morning until night;
but we’ve got to keep on a bit longer,
till Victory comes in sight.
Then there’s cutting the thin bread and butter,
for the men who are very ill;
but we feel we’re well rewarded;
for they’ve fought old Kaiser Bill.
Yes! we’ve got to hold on a while longer,
till we’ve beaten the Hun to his knees:
and then ‘Good-bye’ to the kitchen;
the treacle, the jam, and the cheese!
– M. Winifred Wedgwood