WHEN my father had a music venue in his inn in the Lake District during the Second World War, as a break from the singing, a fairly old man wearing clogs would step up and do a clog dance. Now this is something I have not seen since. Nor have I seen clogs in use.
Clogs were never worn where the inn was situated in the Lake District, but 18 miles away in the industrial town of Barrow-in-Furness most workers wore clogs at the time.
When I visited Barrow-in-Furness 20 years later, I noticed no-one wearing clogs. This was at the time of rock and roll and Elvis Presley. The young people of my age seemed never to have this footwear.
It seems part of our history ended after the Second World War.
G F WHITE
Coppice Hill
Bradford on Avon
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