"Mammy, can I have ice  cream?" I was stood outside a shop in my home town of Shettleston  pointing at the Walls Ice Cream display as the scorching sun slowly  melted the tar on the pavement and stuck to my brown plastic sandals.



My mammy shot her head round, like a gun had gone off and gave me the  stare that said 'Do not ask for stuff in front of people when you know I have no money' I was six years old, I knew the rules, but the sun was  so hot and the ice lolly looked so inviting I thought I would take a  massive leap of faith and imagine she had money for ice cream in her  purse. The thought of sucking on a fruity iced lolly made me almost  hallucinate with excitement. I stood there with my angry frequently  vicious dog Major, gripping his red leash in my sweaty hand.

My mammy's bristling anger could be physically felt as she carried on  talking to the woman, even Major's tail dipped between his legs and he  whined, and he was scared of nothing. I was in trouble, there was no way I could argue my way out of this. In fact you couldn't argue with this, we didn't argue with our parents.



You see back in the 60s we didn't know tantrums existed, wee poor working class kids thought  'tantrums' were imaginary, like DisneyWorld, we knew it might be a real  thing, it might exist but we didn't know anyone who had gone there. We  didn't know kids who screamed at their mammy to get what they wanted by  kicking or swearing at her, that didn't exist in our life time, that was something drunk daddies did when they came home from the pub and spent  the next day really sorry.



Who shouts at their mum? Nobody unless you had a mental illness or a death wish. As kids in the poor  inner cities of working class Glasgow (which was all I knew) we never  went against our mammies wishes, we knew she was poor and couldn’t buy  stuff willy nilly and we also knew that everyone was pretty much in the  same boat.

I once saw a girl with ribbons in her hair  push a really expensive shiny dolls pram and asked my mum "Can I get a  doll's pram like that?"



Mammy laughed out loud and said  "Her mummy only had one child, if you want I will have another two and  you can push them all you like in a real pram, and I will have more  babies to love" then she wrapped her coat tightly around her skinny  frame and walked off laughing. I was in a state of shock, I was the  youngest child of four and didn't want a new baby in our house and  immediately burst into tears, my mammy turned round and shouted "Changed your mind Janey?" and hugged me. My mammy used psychological powers to  dissuade me wanting stuff.



It was the same with food, you  got served ‘a dinner’ and if you didn't like that style of food you ate  bread and jam, as my mammy didn't cater for six people's individual  culinary tastes.

Back in the those days, you ate  turnip, potatoes, butter beans and a wee bit of cheap meat, if you  refused to eat that you were made to feel like a spoiled prince who  killed his own people with a pointed spear to the eye. Someone at our  table would immediately take it off you and pick away at it and you went to bed hungry. Quite rightly so, who could afford multi menus in the  60s?



The reason I bring this up is I witness on my daily  travels -young kids scream and demand stuff from parents. Maybe the kids have behavioural problems but they all can't have that! I accept some  do, but the sheer cheek and indolence they serve up to their parents  shock me, maybe am getting old.



I recall Ashley bringing  home some friends from school, they were about ten years old. One girl  asked me could they eat crisps before dinner and I simply said "No" and  carried on making the pasta. The wee girl pleaded in a mock whiney voice "Please, please pretty please" just then I heard Ashley whisper "Don't  do that my mum doesn't like that, she said no and that means no" I  smiled as  I knew I was finally my mother's daughter.



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