{"id":1160,"date":"2016-01-10T13:38:21","date_gmt":"2016-01-10T21:38:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/?p=1160"},"modified":"2016-01-10T13:38:21","modified_gmt":"2016-01-10T21:38:21","slug":"plumbing-crisis-brings-neighbors-together","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/?p=1160","title":{"rendered":"Plumbing crisis brings neighbors together"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"Windsor<\/a>

Windsor Castle in the snow, January 1963. We lived in the town below the castle. Photo by Tony Eppstein.<\/p><\/div>\n

The winter of 1962-63, my first in England, was the coldest Britain had known in over 200 years. First the fog crept in. My nostrils tightened against the thick yellow damp, sour with the smoke of coal fires and diesel trains. As November wore on and the cold deepened, fog froze into hoar frost that thickened daily on the power lines until they resembled sagging ropes.<\/p>\n

Snow began the day after Christmas. All January it snowed and froze and snowed again. Transportation systems ground to a halt. The River Thames froze over. The inside wall of our apartment kitchen, wet since November and already black-mottled with mildew, glazed over with ice. On the outsides of buildings, ice congealed around plumbing outlet pipes like candle wax dripped from lighted candles. Water pipes froze and burst. The clatter of buckets as the water truck made its rounds became a familiar sound in our Windsor neighborhood.<\/p>\n

\"Windsorians<\/a>

Windsorians walk on the frozen Thames.
A view towards Windsor Bridge photographed on 24 January 1963. Image from the Royal Windsor Website<\/a><\/p><\/div>\n

A side benefit of the bad weather was that we got to know our neighbors. Here\u2019s a letter I wrote to my parents:<\/p>\n

23 January 1963<\/em>
\nI think we must be drifting into another ice age \u2013 the weather here continues to get colder every day. All sources of fuel \u2013 coal, gas electricity, and even paraffin, are in short supply, and everyone is fighting a losing battle against frozen pipes and general seizing up. <\/em><\/p>\n

We had our fun and games over the weekend. We were woken fairly early on Saturday morning to terrific shouting and hammering on the door. We staggered out, to find that the Hoopers were being flooded out \u2013 their kitchen was an icy pond, and water was pouring through the light fitting in the ceiling. We turned off all the taps we could find, someone somehow found a plumber, and after he, Tony and Peter [Hooper] had hacked their way through the several inches of ice outside the front gate, and even more ice on top of the valve, they managed to get the mains off. Next thing we tried to get in touch with Stan Fricker, from whose flat the water was coming \u2013 he was at work, and we had visions of him coming home to a complete flood. By the time he arrived we had swished most of the water out of the kitchen, and had got all the heaters we could find in to dry it out. So we all trooped up into Stan\u2019s bathroom, which is directly above the Hoopers\u2019 kitchen and, to our surprise, found very little trace of water. We bailed the solid chucks of ice out of the bath, which had been frozen up for days, and Stan and Tony got to work on the floorboards, which were suspiciously damp. They managed to raise a couple, and discovered that the break in the pipe was right underneath the bath, which had been very recently closed in and modernised with plywood, fresh paint, and what not. A brute to get at. <\/em><\/p>\n

The next thing to do was to find a plumber to fix it \u2013 easier said than done \u2013 \u201cOh no, love, we couldn\u2019t possibly let you have one till Monday.\u201d I don\u2019t know how many pennies we spent on phone calls over the weekend, but at fourpence a call we went through several shillings. But we still couldn\u2019t get a plumber till Monday, and late Monday afternoon at that. So we borrowed buckets of water from a neighbor, and puddled along with little dribs of washing where necessary, keeping most of it for drinking. It was pretty messy. At least in the old days they had facilities in keeping with such conditions \u2013 but try using a modern-type lav when you have nothing but half a bucket of dirty water to flush it with. That was the first thing that Margaret [Hooper] did, with great ceremony, when the plumber finally managed to get the water on again for us on Monday evening. Our lav had to wait a few hours longer \u2013 the remaining water in it had got so iced up that it had to be very carefully thawed before anything would move. And we still can\u2019t have a bath \u2013 the outlet pipes in the bathroom are frozen up and, according to the plumber, that will just have to wait till the thaw.<\/em><\/p>\n

The kitchen outlet, which comes down in the same place \u2013 down the outside wall on the coldest side of the house, now shows signs of doing the same thing, which would be choice. I am shortly going to do some washing, and hope that the gallons of hot water from the tub will deter it. Still, we could always throw our slops out the window \u2013 if we could unfreeze the windows enough to open them, that is. Might as well be really primitive.<\/em><\/p>\n

We are getting rather advanced ideas on the proper requirements of a house in this climate \u2013 they do not agree very much with the conventional buildings most people live in here. Definitely central heating, double glazing, and interior plumbing.<\/em><\/p>\n

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