This is Ernest, playing out near our house in Priestman Street in 1932. We'd been married for two years before we got that house and we stayed there for 17 years. It was a back-to-back, and we had to walk up an alleyway to get to it. There was no bathroom, so we had a tin bath, which we used to put in front of the fire, and an outside toilet. We used to take turns to get in the bath - it would usually be the cleanest first!

We didn't have any electricity, but we had gas and a coal fire. When we came in from work we had to bake or do the washing. We used a peggy tub to do the washing in.

Ten years after this photograph was taken, Ernest died. It was 1942, and he was 16 years old.