Name a chore....

Going to the launderette on Saturdays with the family wash.

The job of tearing newspapers into squares, threading a huge darning needle with string and then threading the papers together, for the outside privvy.
Donkey stoning the front doorstep on a Saturday morning.
Going to the corner shop for 3 rashers of back bacon and "a quarter of tea".
And most nights, 5 Woodbines for my dad.

Knocking at neighbours doors to take the Kays catalogue to them.

Not me, but lots of kids would be sent to the shop to buy fags for parents.

My oldest grandchild loves polishing my old silver cutlery kittylester - but the OP was about chores which implies more regular than maybe at Christmas!

Tablecloths the same ( best damask ones )
Oh yes, and they were starched too!

I had plenty of time to read and to play as well (no tv, certainly no computers or phones in those days - not even a landline).

Oh yes, stepfather was a miner, and we got cheap coal, but it was dumped from the lorry on the footpath at the front gate. We had to shovel it into buckets and carry it round the back to the coal place, involving many trips.

Helping my dad shovel up horse manure from the road.
Taking pop bottles back from my grans to the shop to buy sweets.
Helping my gran put the clothes through the mangle.
Weeding the garden for a penny a box.
Coming home from work and getting the coal in to make a fire for hot water and heat.
Helping my mum bottle fruit and veg from the garden.

Life seemed so magical then.

Oh yes, folding sheets as well, she used to go really mad if I accidentally dropped it, the same with holding the skeins of wool. And making spills out of newspaper for the fire, which were always wrong. Dustpan and brush down the stairs too, and dusting each individual key on the piano. Having to look after the younger children (I was the eldest of 5), when all I wanted to do was read. Don't remember the younger ones ever being asked to do anything.

Back in the fifties we didn't have fitted carpets. Mother had a big carpet/rug which left a border of about a foot around the edges of the room, and this was lino. Absolutely hated getting down on hands and knees and having to dust it. Same with cleaning bathroom floor on hands and knees. No arguing with mother in those days, if you didn't do it, it was a box round the ears. And complaints that I peeled the potatoes too thick. I couldn't seem to do anything right.

Babysitting aged about 9 whilst parents were at the pub, toasting bread in front of a red fire, pushing a baby in a big Pedigree pram up a hill (about a mile altogether) to get my mother`s shopping on a Saturday. We had a shop nearby, but the walk was necessary for the market.
Lighting my way up to bed with a candle in a holder, later graduating to a bicycle lamp.
Walking about a mile to primary school.

Oh this has stirred up so many memories - we too had chores to do (although they weren't called that then) but they were spasmodic i.e. you got one if you said you were bored!! My particular hated job was picking gooseberries for the pie that was about to be made for dinner - raspberries were a delight to pick but gooseberries were horrid !! Unfortunately we had a lot of gooseberry bushes and my dear father loved his pies...

We used to hold reams(?) of wool in our hands and stretch it out as our mum rolled it into a ball for knitting.

Yes, I had to sweep the stairs down with a dustpan and brush, and I remember hanging the rugs over the washing line in the back garden to give them a good beating. If Mum washed blankets in the bath we were allowed to get in and tread them, like grapes! Later, as a teenager, I'd be asked to scrub down the wooden draining boards either side of the kitchen sink with Vim powder.

Grannyactivist ??
Because you had to be such a drudge at so young an age I bet you were a lovely mum yourself ❤️

Grating horseradish, an open air job as it was so pungent

I used to always help my grandmother with polishing the brass. We would have milky Camp coffee and bread and cheese while doing it.

Some friends had an au pair, and I remember how we would be press ganged into helping to polish the parquet floor in the hall.

She would apply the polish, then tie dusters around our feet. Heavy going at first, but as the polish got worked in, it was possible to "slide" the length of the hall!

Oh Jalima, I can remember the sheet folding----with horror if I " twisted " it. Tablecloths the same ( best damask ones )

I also dropped off the grocery order on my way to school and enjoyed beating the daylights out of rugs with that cane beater. In my teens, I clipped the hedge in the front garden and, when I was quite little, 'helped' my dad to sow carrots. Raking out the cinders wasn't exactly fun!I don't think I ever felt compelled to do anything. It was just taken as a matter of course that if I was asked to do something I'd do it.Nor was my pocket money conditional on my mucking in. And now I am wondering what was left for my two younger sisters to do.

Using the carpet beater on the floor rugs when they were hung over the washing line.

My mum never expected me to do chores. I guess I was lucky because she used to say that I'd have it all to do when I was married. But I do remember holding my arms wide open with a skein of wool on them so she could wind it into a ball. I also used to drop her co-op order book into the shop on my way to school.
She was a lovely mum and I feel sad right now just thinking about her......

grannyactivist I only listed two jobs amongst several that I was expected to do - but not as much as you by the sounds of it, which sounds grim.

Well just call me Cinderella! Every evening after school the list of jobs that my sister and I were asked ordered to do included: shopping for that night's meal, peeling the potatoes/vegetables, boiling the baby's bottles and teats (there was always a baby!), feeding/changing/walking the baby and playing with the toddler while mum cooked the meal. Then after we had eaten there were the 'pots' to be washed (in Daz or Omo powder!) and dried and the kitchen floor to be swept and washed - usually twice over because there was always fault to be found necessitating us doing it again.
On Saturdays we turned the mattresses and made the beds together, I cleaned the bathroom and swept the stairs while my sister swept the floors and washed the lino in the bedrooms. I cleaned and polished the tiles in our tiny hallway and one or both of us would clean the brasses. Our stepfather would go straight to the pub after finishing work at midday and then would come the Great Inspection when he drunkenly rolled in. On Saturday afternoons in the summer I would escape by taking my little sisters to the park. In the winter we would set and tend the fire and keep the little ones entertained. It's how life was for us until I was twelve and that particular stepfather left. I have few fond memories of home during my childhood.

Helping Mum fold the sheets - we used to get hold of two corners each, walk towards each other, turn the sheet, repeat etc until it was a manageable size.

Cleaning the silver cutlery! I hated it!
I was cleaning silver yesterday (found it stored in the attic!) and reminiscing about how we children always had to clean the silver (plate) when we were young.

Perhaps I'll get the DGC to do it next time!