In 1960 I lived in the house on the far right behind the small windows on the second floor. My parents had one room there looking over the canal in Delft. The toilet was in the hall and had to be shared with another family. There was no shower in the house, once a week we would go to the “bathhouse” to take a bath. Two small steep stairs lead to the second floor. On the first floor lived the owner. And she didn’t care much for crying children. So my mum walked a lot with me in my pram, a beautiful “English” pram she was very proud of. They have bought the pram on instalments and payed every week the shop owner a small amount.
My father was a delivery man and brought the parcels of all kinds to an address in Delft and it’s surroundings. My mum was a full time mother. Those living conditions were not uncommon in those days. A young couple rented a room somewhere and saved enough to buy or rent a bigger place. In these old houses the plumbing was old and showers were not standard in those days. In the summer of 1960 my mum was pregnant of her second child, that was due in March 1961. It was a cool year, the average temperature in 1960 in Delft was 9,6 degrees Celsius.
The young couple felt the stress of having another child on the way, complaining neighbours about the noise and a job that didn’t pay very well. My father never was attached to any job so he went job hunting in 1960.
This is what my pram must have looked like: