The trouble with that is ........our parents thought the same about our music, again a generational thing, and the world keeps turning, turning, turning.
justcruisin01 said
02:22 AM Mar 16, 2013
There's one thing that no one cane tell me, when did it change from the good old days , was it with metric?LOL
JRH said
02:25 AM Mar 16, 2013
justcruisin01 wrote:
There's one thing that no one cane tell me, when did it change from the good old days , was it with metric?LOL
Good question there JC but my memory fails me, that is if I ever knew in the first place, I think it just crept up on us slowly and one day the good old days were a thing of the past.
JRH said
02:26 AM Mar 16, 2013
pauline wrote:
The trouble with that is ........our parents thought the same about our music, again a generational thing, and the world keeps turning, turning, turning.
Wasn't allowed to listen to Rock and Roll at home only to the likes of Mantovani, Bing Crosby, Perry Como and Frank Sinatra.
pauline said
02:30 AM Mar 16, 2013
Nothing wrong with them JRH, love cranky frankie.........
Dougwe said
02:44 AM Mar 16, 2013
pauline wrote:
Doug, that's not what I did at the drive in............maybe too much information.
Maybe I was hiding in the bushes there too Pauline, Mmmm, I remember you, Na, won't go there, your safe.
Dougwe said
02:57 AM Mar 16, 2013
Yep
pauline said
03:24 AM Mar 16, 2013
Good, keep in touch and all going well we could meet up.........
jules47 said
03:28 AM Mar 16, 2013
justcruisin01 wrote:
jules47 wrote:
The good old days - no computers, 78 rpm records, wood stove, outside dunny!!!!!! No thanks - I like it right here!!
Are you sure jules ??, My guess is that it now takes all night to do what you used to do all night. LOL.
JC.
How do you know that Jim - personal experience, eh - hehehehee!!!!!!
johnq said
05:19 AM Mar 16, 2013
Gerty Dancer wrote:
The best thing about the good old days is that we were young! In reality, life is much better now.
Well said. I miss youth and those who have passed on, but otherwise those were hard and not especially happy times.
I was one of the lucky ones with caring, hard-working parents, although we had modest means as most people did back then. I was always astounded by the amount of time city kids had to themselves, their lack of demanding, time-filling chores and their dependence on packaged entertainment, eg cinema.
Country kids were loners by circumstance and we were raised to be too independent, self-reliant and uncomplaining for our own good later in life.
Whoever said that school days were the best days of our lives was raised and educated in privileged circumstances.
Magnarc said
03:53 PM Mar 16, 2013
I'm with you 100% Santa.
p said
04:13 PM Mar 16, 2013
Attitudes is what I miss, things dad taught me where "if you do the crime , you do the time" = take responsibility for my own actions. That the world owes me nothing and that if I wanted something go out and earn it, I don't know how many lawns I mowed and raked with Dad's old victa around the area. Our footpaths where made of bricks back then and I tripped up one time skinning my knee, Dad didn't sue the Council he just said that will teach you to watch what your doing and where your going.
Mike C said
05:48 PM Mar 16, 2013
I think looking back the good old days were good because when I was young I had dreams for my future and was always working towards something, the possibilities were endless. Now those dreams have become memories and unfortunately those memories never seemed to live up to the dreams.
However I am not complaining and do enjoy the comforts of what today offers and still find time to dream a little and work towards tomorrow but it all seems so much more finite now.
take care
Mike
JRH said
06:22 PM Mar 16, 2013
pauline wrote:
Nothing wrong with them JRH, love cranky frankie.........
I enjoy all of them also and a few others.
way2gokev said
12:06 AM Mar 18, 2013
G'day.................. The good ole days, when TRUST, RESPECT and APPRECIATION meant something, Today well noone seems to care. I try to talk to my kids/grand kids, well its like your invading their space, your lucky if they can tear themselves away from their gagets to even reply. I usually turn away from them, face the brick wall and fire away with anything that comes to mind, least it gets their attention.
Old memories of toilet paper, stringy bark rolled cigs, Pulling snakes (dead Ones) across the road to watch the car drivers reaction, picking apples for $10 a day and the biggest thing I miss now is time, today it just goes to fast.
We have lived in the best time and I feel sorry and concerned for future generations, unfortunatly I just dont have the time to worry.
Cheers
Kev
justcruisin01 said
01:48 AM Mar 18, 2013
jules47 wrote:
justcruisin01 wrote:
jules47 wrote:
The good old days - no computers, 78 rpm records, wood stove, outside dunny!!!!!! No thanks - I like it right here!!
Are you sure jules ??, My guess is that it now takes all night to do what you used to do all night. LOL.
JC.
How do you know that Jim - personal experience, eh - hehehehee!!!!!!
Billeeeeeeeeeeee told me.
GaryKelly said
02:27 AM Mar 18, 2013
If time is going too quickly, Kev, have you considered why that is? Maybe there's some truth in the old saying that time flies when you're having fun. And if that's the case, the reverse is also true.
Grams said
02:43 PM Mar 19, 2013
I remember running out to the street with mum as she got bread from the Bakers van...he always kept day old finger buns for the kids for free. I remember sitting in the lounge watching the B&W TV, that stood on legs...it was amazing to watch. I remember when my mum would put polish on the varnished floorboards, she would tie rags to our feet and we would slide up and down the floor to make it shine. I remember my dad buying his first ever brand new car, an SL Torana, red with a white roof. I remember spending all day every weekend at friends houses...there was never any worry about where we were. I remember on Sunday mornings going to the park with heaps of kids to sit and listen to a man tell Christian stories and draw pictures. I remember riding on my friends scooter, from up the top of a hill down to the T section of a busy road....it's a wonder we werent killed.
I am very proud of my four children, two are married with children of their own. They raise them to be helpful and respectful to others. I'm proud my second youngest daughter has moved out of home to a house with her best friend....she is 23 and has Aspergers, I was always told she would need supervision all her life. My youngest daughter is in Year 11 at school, and for the last 12 years all she has wanted to do is be a Police Officer. As she has Rheumatoid Arthritis and mild Cerebral Palsy, she might not make it, but she is trying very hard.
I think the reason time goes by so quickly as we get older, is because we are more hyper-vigilant to What time we have left. As kids we never took the time to notice time passing.
There's one thing that no one cane tell me, when did it change from the good old days , was it with metric?LOL
Good question there JC but my memory fails me, that is if I ever knew in the first place, I think it just crept up on us slowly and one day the good old days were a thing of the past.
Wasn't allowed to listen to Rock and Roll at home only to the likes of Mantovani, Bing Crosby, Perry Como and Frank Sinatra.
Maybe I was hiding in the bushes there too Pauline, Mmmm, I remember you, Na, won't go there, your safe.
How do you know that Jim - personal experience, eh - hehehehee!!!!!!
Well said. I miss youth and those who have passed on, but otherwise those were hard and not especially happy times.
I was one of the lucky ones with caring, hard-working parents, although we had modest means as most people did back then. I was always astounded by the amount of time city kids had to themselves, their lack of demanding, time-filling chores and their dependence on packaged entertainment, eg cinema.
Country kids were loners by circumstance and we were raised to be too independent, self-reliant and uncomplaining for our own good later in life.
Whoever said that school days were the best days of our lives was raised and educated in privileged circumstances.
I'm with you 100% Santa.
Attitudes is what I miss, things dad taught me where "if you do the crime , you do the time" = take responsibility for my own actions. That the world owes me nothing and that if I wanted something go out and earn it, I don't know how many lawns I mowed and raked with Dad's old victa around the area. Our footpaths where made of bricks back then and I tripped up one time skinning my knee, Dad didn't sue the Council he just said that will teach you to watch what your doing and where your going.
I think looking back the good old days were good because when I was young I had dreams for my future and was always working towards something, the possibilities were endless.
Now those dreams have become memories and unfortunately those memories never seemed to live up to the dreams.
However I am not complaining and do enjoy the comforts of what today offers and still find time to dream a little and work towards tomorrow but it all seems so much more finite now.
take care
Mike
I enjoy all of them also and a few others.
G'day.................. The good ole days, when TRUST, RESPECT and APPRECIATION meant something, Today well noone seems to care. I try to talk to my kids/grand kids, well its like your invading their space, your lucky if they can tear themselves away from their gagets to even reply. I usually turn away from them, face the brick wall and fire away with anything that comes to mind, least it gets their attention.
Old memories of toilet paper, stringy bark rolled cigs, Pulling snakes (dead Ones) across the road to watch the car drivers reaction, picking apples for $10 a day and the biggest thing I miss now is time, today it just goes to fast.
We have lived in the best time and I feel sorry and concerned for future generations, unfortunatly I just dont have the time to worry.
Cheers
Kev
Billeeeeeeeeeeee told me.
I remember sitting in the lounge watching the B&W TV, that stood on legs...it was amazing to watch.
I remember when my mum would put polish on the varnished floorboards, she would tie rags to our feet and we would slide up and down the floor to make it shine.
I remember my dad buying his first ever brand new car, an SL Torana, red with a white roof.
I remember spending all day every weekend at friends houses...there was never any worry about where we were.
I remember on Sunday mornings going to the park with heaps of kids to sit and listen to a man tell Christian stories and draw pictures.
I remember riding on my friends scooter, from up the top of a hill down to the T section of a busy road....it's a wonder we werent killed.
I am very proud of my four children, two are married with children of their own. They raise them to be helpful and respectful to others. I'm proud my second youngest daughter has moved out of home to a house with her best friend....she is 23 and has Aspergers, I was always told she would need supervision all her life. My youngest daughter is in Year 11 at school, and for the last 12 years all she has wanted to do is be a Police Officer. As she has Rheumatoid Arthritis and mild Cerebral Palsy, she might not make it, but she is trying very hard.
I think the reason time goes by so quickly as we get older, is because we are more hyper-vigilant to What time we have left. As kids we never took the time to notice time passing.