Born in 1910 Rose Plummer grew up in an East End slum; she knew at first hand a soot-blackened world lit by candles & oil lamps where you slept in your clothes
- if you hadnt already been sewn into them for the winter
- & fought an unending battle with hunger & bed bugs. At its best life was lived on the bustling noisy streets where fish sellers jostled with hurdy-gurdy men organ grinders & street fighters where children dodged between the wheels of horse-drawn carts & where money could still be made by mudlarks & the rag & bone man. At the age of fifteen Rose left the noise & squalor of Hoxton & started work as a live-in maid at a house in the West End. Despite the poverty of her childhood nothing could have prepared her for the long hours the backbreaking work & the harshness of this new world; a world in which servants were treated as if they were less than human. It was a world in which Rose found herself working from six in the morning till nine at night in a house where the only unheated bedroom was the one she slept in. Here & in later grander houses Rose had to endure the strict hierarchy of the servants world where the maid was expected to put up with sex pests deranged employers verbal & even physical abuse. But however difficult life became Rose found something to laugh about & her remarkable spirit & gift for friendship shines through in her memories of a now-vanished world. This is upstairs downstairs as it really was.