Cartoons - Tom and Jerry - Yogi Bear - Tweety Bird - used to think they were so funny!
sandsmere said
03:02 PM Jul 30, 2012
Remember when milk came from cows , and had cream on top .
_wombat_ said
03:39 PM Jul 30, 2012
jules47 wrote:
Cartoons - Tom and Jerry - Yogi Bear - Tweety Bird - used to think they were so funny!
they still are funny
fireheart said
03:54 PM Jul 30, 2012
Remember all those things also. I guess every generation says it but things back then were so much better in so many ways I think.
Sandsmere, did you know that milk still comes from cows? Well so my grandchildren tell me. I was babysitting last Wednesday and they wanted a warm Milo for afternoon tea, Grandy complied, and as I reached for the milk from the fridge, 4yo informs me, "Grandy, that is real milk from the cows, Dad got it last night."
Needless to say they live on a dairy farm, but he was so matter of fact as if poor old Grandy had no way of knowing, or maybe his father told him Grandy did not really like "real" milk from the cows, just from the carton. Gave me a laugh anyway and another excuse to give him a cuddle.
sandsmere said
03:22 PM Jul 31, 2012
Lucky kids Fireheart , living on a dairy farm .
So many kids these days wouldn't know ( or care ) where milk comes from . As long as they can play with computers , they're happy .
Hylda&Jon said
03:57 PM Jul 31, 2012
sandsmere wrote:
Remember when milk came from cows , and had cream on top .
Or even got milk in milk bottles and had to shake them vigorously to dislodge the cream from under the cap
_wombat_ said
04:07 PM Jul 31, 2012
sandsmere wrote:
Lucky kids Fireheart , living on a dairy farm .
So many kids these days wouldn't know ( or care ) where milk comes from . As long as they can play with computers , they're happy .
I play with computers so that must make me a kid
gypsy rover said
04:11 PM Jul 31, 2012
Hi everyone
I was one of the lucky ones who grew up on a dairy farm. Kids nowadays miss out on a lot being glued to their computer screens. I have a 21 year old who wouldn't dream of coming out of his room on the weekend to take part in "family stuff". I can remember rounding up the cows on a cold, crisp morning in the south of WA. Oh boy, you sure knew you were alive in those days We entertained ourselves with whatever was available around the farm. Playing hide and seek in the wheat bin or catching tadpoles in the creek. What fun!
Cheers!
Chris
gypsy rover said
04:32 PM Jul 31, 2012
_wombat_ wrote:
sandsmere wrote:
Lucky kids Fireheart , living on a dairy farm .
So many kids these days wouldn't know ( or care ) where milk comes from . As long as they can play with computers , they're happy .
I play with computers so that must make me a kid
Nothing wrong with being a kid at heart Wombat, helps to keep you young
Cheers!
Chris
_wombat_ said
04:37 PM Jul 31, 2012
gypsy rover wrote:
_wombat_ wrote:
sandsmere wrote:
Lucky kids Fireheart , living on a dairy farm .
So many kids these days wouldn't know ( or care ) where milk comes from . As long as they can play with computers , they're happy .
I play with computers so that must make me a kid
Nothing wrong with being a kid at heart Wombat, helps to keep you young
Cheers!
Chris
hey I did not say kid at heart I am only 37
gypsy rover said
05:11 PM Jul 31, 2012
Yeah, me too Wombat I've got all these wrinkles because I worry a lot.
Cheers!
Chris
jules47 said
09:40 PM Jul 31, 2012
Kid at heart???? - never grow up that's my motto in life! Enjoy each day as it comes.
Who remembers the grocer delivering to your home?
_wombat_ said
10:12 PM Jul 31, 2012
jules47 wrote:
Kid at heart???? - never grow up that's my motto in life! Enjoy each day as it comes.
Who remembers the grocer delivering to your home?
siht, I'll have to see if wollies or coles can deliver, is that what you mean by grocer? or do you mean the guy that delivers the vegies?
jules47 said
12:04 AM Aug 1, 2012
Nope - not the greengocer - lived in a small town in Victoria - Sorrento - and Stringers Stores used to deliver our groceries - and my cousin was the delivery man, so he used to put it in the cupboard if mum wasn't home, or even make himself a cuppa! The milkman used to come as well - we took a billy out to get it filled, and also the ice man. One of my brothers was a baker - used to make us animal shaped rolls with the leftover dough - hot, straight from the bakers overn - yummmy!!!! slathered with real butter!!!!
Beth54 said
12:14 PM Aug 1, 2012
We lived in the bush so there was no grocery delivery. Dad drove the family to the shops on a Saturday morning. The baker delivered though. And we lived on 7 acres so we had a cow and goats for milk.
I just looked up the distance from our place at Slacks Creek to the shops at Mt Gravatt, and it was only 14kms, but it seemed such a long way in the sixties. We'd also occasionally walk through the bush to Woodridge to pick up the odd thing for Mum.
The bush was our playground, and of course, it was safe to roam around like that in those days.
-- Edited by Beth54 on Wednesday 1st of August 2012 12:15:03 PM
gypsy rover said
04:10 PM Aug 1, 2012
Our farm was 15 miles from town and the grocer used to come out every Friday in an old Fargo ute. It was like having Christmas every week, couldn't wait for the boiled lollies to arrive. We used to just take the jug up to the mikling shed for our milk (and cream yummy) and Mum used to bake all our bread. Loved the smell of the bread baking and spreading the fresh bread with butter and home made apricot jam.
Cheers!
Chris
milo said
05:24 AM Aug 2, 2012
i grew up on a farm, and help my neighbours with there cattle as well, also used to shear sheep on my uncles farm in kimba sa, riding the motor bikes tree houses , skinny dipping down the river, ahh i miss those days!!
jules47 said
01:18 AM Aug 3, 2012
Who remembers - ripping the top off and getting the cream first, before the brothers got it!!!
My parents told me I had been found on a doorstep ... and it wasn't until I was 11 before I realised I wasn't a milk bottle
Cheers - John
Sheba said
03:20 AM Aug 3, 2012
jules47 wrote:
Having just spent two lovely days in a rainforest, living a simple life - wow - why can't we get that back! The simple life.
And people wonder why I would love to go back up Cape York. No walls. Freedom. Wild-life everywhere. Do Food-shopping about every 6 months. Catch or grow a lot your-self.
Cheers,
Sheba.
rockylizard said
03:22 AM Aug 3, 2012
Sheba wrote:
And people wonder why I would love to go back up Cape York. No walls. Freedom. Wild-life everywhere. Do Food-shopping about every 6 months.
Cheers,
Sheba.
Gday...
Sounds like life on the road as a Grey Nomad
Cheers - John
Cruising Granny said
06:22 AM Aug 3, 2012
Bring back good manners and respect. No spitting on the footpath. No swearing and bashing teachers and anyone older than oruselves. Bring back real life! Washing hands after the toilet should be second nature. Violence and robbery are bad. What's mine is mine because I've worked for it. If you want it, work for it. Dead is dead, unlike computer games where the bloke you shot yesterday comes back to be killed againg today. There are consequences to breaking the law. Fit in or bugger off! No pandering to foreigners who have no right to be here.
jules47 said
01:46 AM Aug 4, 2012
Good on ya Granny - was sort of the discussion at our happy hour tonight!!
Cruising Granny said
06:22 AM Aug 4, 2012
My faith in the young generation and parenting was restored a little today. I told the check out chick at Coles to give my rewards stamps to the little boy with his mum in the line behind me. The response was a very grateful mum instructing her son to say, "Thank you." There is life after baby boomers.
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Having just spent two lovely days in a rainforest, living a simple life - wow - why can't we get that back! The simple life.
.........
Remember when milk came from cows , and had cream on top .
they still are funny
Sandsmere, did you know that milk still comes from cows?
Well so my grandchildren tell me. I was babysitting last Wednesday and they wanted a warm Milo for afternoon tea, Grandy complied, and as I reached for the milk from the fridge, 4yo informs me, "Grandy, that is real milk from the cows, Dad got it last night."
Needless to say they live on a dairy farm, but he was so matter of fact as if poor old Grandy had no way of knowing, or maybe his father told him Grandy did not really like "real" milk from the cows, just from the carton. Gave me a laugh anyway and another excuse to give him a cuddle.
Lucky kids Fireheart , living on a dairy farm .
So many kids these days wouldn't know ( or care ) where milk comes from . As long as they can play with computers , they're happy .
Or even got milk in milk bottles and had to shake them vigorously to dislodge the cream from under the cap
I play with computers so that must make me a kid
Hi everyone
I was one of the lucky ones who grew up on a dairy farm. Kids nowadays miss out on a lot being glued to their computer screens. I have a 21 year old who wouldn't dream of coming out of his room on the weekend to take part in "family stuff". I can remember rounding up the cows on a cold, crisp morning in the south of WA. Oh boy, you sure knew you were alive in those days
We entertained ourselves with whatever was available around the farm. Playing hide and seek in the wheat bin or catching tadpoles in the creek. What fun!
Cheers!
Chris
Nothing wrong with being a kid at heart Wombat, helps to keep you young
Cheers!
Chris
hey I did not say kid at heart
I am only 37
Yeah, me too Wombat
I've got all these wrinkles because I worry a lot.
Cheers!
Chris
Who remembers the grocer delivering to your home?
siht, I'll have to see if wollies or coles can deliver, is that what you mean by grocer? or do you mean the guy that delivers the vegies?
Nope - not the greengocer - lived in a small town in Victoria - Sorrento - and Stringers Stores used to deliver our groceries - and my cousin was the delivery man, so he used to put it in the cupboard if mum wasn't home, or even make himself a cuppa!
The milkman used to come as well - we took a billy out to get it filled, and also the ice man.
One of my brothers was a baker - used to make us animal shaped rolls with the leftover dough - hot, straight from the bakers overn - yummmy!!!! slathered with real butter!!!!
We lived in the bush so there was no grocery delivery. Dad drove the family to the shops on a Saturday morning. The baker delivered though. And we lived on 7 acres so we had a cow and goats for milk.
I just looked up the distance from our place at Slacks Creek to the shops at Mt Gravatt, and it was only 14kms, but it seemed such a long way in the sixties. We'd also occasionally walk through the bush to Woodridge to pick up the odd thing for Mum.
The bush was our playground, and of course, it was safe to roam around like that in those days.
-- Edited by Beth54 on Wednesday 1st of August 2012 12:15:03 PM
Our farm was 15 miles from town and the grocer used to come out every Friday in an old Fargo ute. It was like having Christmas every week, couldn't wait for the boiled lollies to arrive.
We used to just take the jug up to the mikling shed for our milk (and cream yummy) and Mum used to bake all our bread. Loved the smell of the bread baking and spreading the fresh bread with butter and home made apricot jam.
Cheers!
Chris
also used to shear sheep on my uncles farm in kimba sa, riding the motor bikes
tree houses , skinny dipping down the river, ahh i miss those days!!
Who remembers - ripping the top off and getting the cream first, before the brothers got it!!!
Gday...
My parents told me I had been found on a doorstep ... and it wasn't until I was 11 before I realised I wasn't a milk bottle
Cheers - John
And people wonder why I would love to go back up Cape York. No walls. Freedom. Wild-life everywhere. Do Food-shopping about every 6 months. Catch or grow a lot your-self.
Cheers,
Sheba.
Gday...
Sounds like life on the road as a Grey Nomad
Cheers - John
Washing hands after the toilet should be second nature.
Violence and robbery are bad. What's mine is mine because I've worked for it. If you want it, work for it.
Dead is dead, unlike computer games where the bloke you shot yesterday comes back to be killed againg today. There are consequences to breaking the law.
Fit in or bugger off! No pandering to foreigners who have no right to be here.
The response was a very grateful mum instructing her son to say, "Thank you."
There is life after baby boomers.
Good to hear CG.