MY generation, those of us who are still around, sigh with disbelief at what is nowadays referred to as children living in poverty.

For the record, I can recall a time in the 1920s when our family lived on my father’s weekly wage of £3. Less if he was on short time, usually during the winter months.

In those far-off days we had only Lloyd George’s insurance scheme to rely on during hard times. No generous allowances for us young ones, they were in the future.

Charles Dickens must be turning in his grave over what is said to be living in poverty in this day and age.

Ida Goodrick, Woodlands Avenue, Tadcaster.