With one blue-collar wage to feed a family of eight, I suppose it was a case of needs must.
I think my father must shoulder a lot of the blame, though. He gave my mother an allowance to deal with all the needs of the family. I'm not sure what he did with the rest; probably banked it 'for a rainy day'. I remember one day when my mother was unwell and father was off work, he had to do the weekly shopping. When he came home, I heard him apologising to my mother because he hadn't realised the allowance was nowhere near enough to cover the basics. My mother was in tears. "Haven't I been trying to tell you that for donkeys years?" she sobbed. I think we ate better after that.
Neighbours were neighbours then, especially those from the parish. If a neighbour had a phone and someone needed to contact us urgently, they'd phone the neighbour and they'd come round and pass on the message. They were also very generous in allowing us to make urgent calls, if necessary, but I think we got the phone because my parents came to realise how necessary a phone was becoming in everday life.
The fridge? Bought second hand in 1971. Home-made ice lollies!! Geez, we were going up in the world!
That same year, I was with my dad when he bought, brand new and totally on impulse (I think he must have backed a big winner), our first TV with BBC2. Black & white, £64 cash. 1973: first automatic washing machine, bought second hand.
I was beginning to think we were well off.