WE WAS BRUNG UP PROPER !! "And we never had a whole Mars bar until 1993"!!! CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL MY FRIENDS WHO WERE BORN IN THE 1930s,40's, 50's, and 60's First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank Sherry while they carried us and lived in houses made of asbestos... They took aspirin, ate blue cheese, bread and dripping, raw egg products, loads of bacon and processed meat, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes or cervical cancer. Then after that trauma, our baby cots were covered with bright coloured lead-based paints. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets or shoes, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking.. As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags. We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle. Take away food was limited to fish and chips, no pizza shops, McDonalds , KFC, Subway or Nandos. Even though all the shops closed at 6.00pm and didn't open on a Sunday, somehow we didn't starve to death! We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this. We could collect old drink bottles and cash them in at the corner store and buy Toffees, Gobstoppers and Bubble Gum. We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter, milk from the cow, and drank soft drinks with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight because...... WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!! We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on. No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O..K. We would spend hours building our go-carts out of old prams and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. We built tree houses and dens and played in river beds with matchbox cars. We did not have Playstations, Nintendo Wii , X-boxes, no video games at all, no 999 channels on SKY , no video/dvd films, or colour TV no mobile phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms..........WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!
We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no Lawsuits from these accidents.
Only girls had pierced ears!
We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.
You could only buy Easter Eggs and Hot Cross Buns at Easter time.... We were given air guns and catapults for our 10th birthdays,
We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them! Mum didn't have to go to work to help dad make ends meet because we didn't need to keep up with the Jones's!
Not everyone made the rugby/football/cricket/netball team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!! Getting into the team was based on MERIT
Our teachers used to hit us with canes and gym shoes and throw the blackboard rubber at us if they thought we weren't concentrating ..... We can string sentences together and spell and have proper conversations because of a good, solid three R's education. Our parents would tell us to ask a stranger to help us cross the road. The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!
Our parents didn't invent stupid names for their kids like 'Kiora' and 'Blade' and 'Ridge' and 'Vanilla' We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL !
And YOU are one of them! CONGRATULATIONS! You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated our lives for our own good. PS -The big type is because your eyes are not too good at your age anymore
2foot6 said
05:27 PM May 15, 2015
WHAT DID YOU SAY ?.......................cheers Peter
Olley46 said
05:42 PM May 15, 2015
They were what we called the good old days,and they were,sometimes we were aloud to stay out a bit later,and two or three or four of us would go and raid a few fruit trees, I remember one night I just got through the fence and some bugger through an apple on the roof where we were, well all hell broke loose there was kid s running every where,I know it was naughty but by S&$@ it was fun.
Lance C
-- Edited by Olley46 on Friday 15th of May 2015 05:44:15 PM
Sheba said
05:54 PM May 15, 2015
Hendo, we did NOT eat CUPCAKES !!! We ate PATTY-CAKES !!!
Cheers,
Sheba.
Plendo said
06:51 PM May 15, 2015
You might have limited yourself Sheba, but I know I for one ate any kind of cake he could get his hands on, they were few and far between.
I remember living on the farm, playing cowboys and indians, playing with home made explosives (sugar and weedkiller), imagine getting away with that now.
I remember at the ripe old age of eight going out to shoot rabbits on a Sunday morning, and forgetting to come back for a while. The things we would do to avoid getting dressed up and going to Sunday school.
I remember pestering my dad to let me drive the tractor, an old Ford petrol paraffin job, with a crank handle, he told me when I could start it, I could drive it. Learned to start it when I was six, used to climb up the back, along the bonnet and jump on the starter handle, then run round and climb the back again as it crept off in 1st gear. He was good to his word, he taught me to drive it properly.
Having five older brother, and two older sisters, I was spoiled rotten, but I was often also involved in things many years before I should have been, like ridding a big motor bike around on the road at 12, driving a car on the road by 14, getting legless before I was 15. But I survived (no idea how or why).
I was lucky, I lived in the country, at a time when kids could be kids.
Explorer said
06:56 PM May 15, 2015
The good old days!!!!!!!!!!
I remember them well.
Having to chop wood for the fire most days.
Wissing down with rain, cold & miserable fossicking in the chook yard for the elusive egg.
If the car battery wasn't flat the crank handle could stay in the boot.
Sunday after church we could stir the clothes in the copper.
My cousin getting sacked from her Shire Council receptionist job when She got married.
I could go on but am going to turn the aircon up a couple of degrees & watch a movie on blueray.
Bugger the good old days.
Mike.
Bruce and Bev said
07:30 PM May 15, 2015
so right Hendo and guys (oh and gotta be PC now.....ladies). Don't forget walking or biking to school - mummy didn't drive us to and from in her shiny SUV and take us into Maccas on the way to buy a pile of rubbish on the way.
And my 1st vehicle was a Lambreta scooter that I painted with blue house paint with a paint brush and it was so gutless I had to get off and push it up the hill still with the motor going and at full revs. Then my next vehicle was a Hillman Minx which I painted with a paint brush with the same blue paint (but got tipped off by a mate and left the tin in the sun so the paint got hot and didn't leave so obvious brush marks. Learnt to service the bloody thing and even changed the clutch plate with some mates (and it worked - and all before I turned 18). Earned a shilling a week for chopping wood for an open fire and a chip heater that went day and night to heat the water, mowed the 1/2 acre, weeded the vege garden, kept my room cleaned and tidy and did whatever else I was told to do.
Once told my old man he was ignorant because I was a clever final year student and knew what I was talking about and he didn't - he finally ran out of puff (no not Ice) after chasing me with a lump of wood to the end of the road and I stayed away for the est of the day until Mum had cooled him down and returned home at tea time
Yes, they were good days..............
03_Troopy said
07:34 PM May 15, 2015
I didn't mind bread and dripping, with a bit of salt and pepper.. and a slice of fried bread (fried in dripping of course) with egg and bacon... Hmmm I know what I'm having for brekky in the morning.. Won't be the same with olive oil instead of dripping though
Sheba said
07:59 PM May 15, 2015
Plendo wrote:
You might have limited yourself Sheba, but I know I for one ate any kind of cake he could get his hands on, they were few and far between.
I was talking about the name of the cakes Plendo. Cup-cakes is the Yankee name for them. Back then, they were still called Pattycakes.
Cheers,
Sheba.
navynurse said
08:19 PM May 15, 2015
Good on you Sheba I still call them patty cakes.
Allan
hako said
09:15 PM May 15, 2015
Just remember as you reminisce, that us oldies are responsible for the way things are today....we shaped the future for our children but now we realise that instead of improving their lives we took away their freedom.
Good Luck.
WobblyNut said
06:42 AM May 16, 2015
seems a few of us had "bread & dripping"
what about - what's for tea mum - bread & duck under the table.
I'd ask th "old fella" what's that dad - it's a wing wong for a gooses bridle.
I started "trading" early , I'd get sixpence for a 'pair of rabbits', yep &
they were skinned & gutted , all before school , after school I'd go &
reset my traps.Every mundee morning ,mum would give me a 'zac' & a
flour bag . I would walk th mile to Dorrigo abs & get th bag filled with pigs trotters,
for threepence. the other tray was for me. On th way home I would buy a penny's
worth of mixed lollies & a pennies worth of broken biscuits .. Then share em with my
other 6 siblings , th other penny I kept for th flicks on Satdee.
Yep Them WAS th days > Th Good old days.
The Doo crew said
08:53 AM May 16, 2015
Always reminds me of this when the conversation is about the good old days, selective memory by most I think.
I got my first lot of pocket money by blowing up stumps for the local farmers. Get a lift into town, go to the local hardware store and buy 6 sticks of jelly, dets and fuse, bag of nitropel and I was set for the week.
done dreaming said
10:39 AM May 16, 2015
Don,t forget about the newspapers in the hessian bag for toilet paper and the salt barrels on the verandah for our meat but as kids we didn't have all the afflictions like ahds and other letters of the alphabet.
Possum3 said
03:47 PM May 16, 2015
Wobbly Nut - It was a Wigwam for a gooses bridle.
From Wikipedia; A wigwam, wickiup or wetu is a domed room dwelling formerly used by certain Native American and Canadian First Nations tribes, and still used for ceremonial purposes. The term wickiup is generally used to label these kinds of dwellings in the Southwestern United States and West. Wigwam is usually applied to these structures in the Northeastern United States and Canada. Wetu is the Wampanoag term for a wigwam dwelling. The use of these terms can refer to many distinct types of Native American structures regardless of location or cultural group. The wigwam is not to be confused with the Native Plains tipi which has a very different construction, structure.
They were memorable days agreed, I remember in the 50's catching a bus with a .303 strapped over my shoulder going to Long Bay Rifle Range - That would certainly bring out the riot squad nowdays.
If a copper kicked us in the bum for mucking up - and we told Dad, we'd get it again.
We did a bit of demolition with penny bungers on Empire night.
Great times but we can't put the genie back in the bottle and we must learn to live in the New World created by all the do gooders and corruption of young minds by the never was and never will be brigade.
03_Troopy said
04:00 PM May 16, 2015
I remember in the early 70's on Wednesday arvos, driving with a couple of mates from Laverton to Williamstown Rifle Range with three SLRs in the boot. All had empty mags and bolts were in the glovebox. Geez imagine how that would go down these days. Also a couple of years after that I bought a brand new Winchester 70A .243. Walked in, picked it out paid for it and took it home the same day.
Gundog said
04:13 PM May 16, 2015
Ahhh those were the days.
We and a tray, a Zac, 2 Bob, Half a Crown, 10 Bob, a Quid, and a brick.
We swam in irriagation, channels wagged school, Girls were shiela's you addressed your mates parents as Mr and Mrs, said please and thank you.
We all had slug guns when you became 15 you got a 410 shotgun ( which Mum called a Snake Charmer)
We listen to Hop Harrigan, Bob Dyers BP Pick a Box, Life with Dexter on the Radio
Mum was a great cook, there was always home made biscuits, Cakes and slices in the cupboard, cream on the top of the milk, a bottle of cream was thick a smooth, not that runny muck now, Butter came from the local butter factory
Beer was 2 bob for a 26oz bottle, Porphery Pearl sparkling wine was 1 and 9 pence ( the shiela's liked that)
My is car was a Zepher Console
Gundog said
04:14 PM May 16, 2015
I remember asking dad about something and he would reply "there as scares as rocking horse ****"
-- Edited by Gundog on Saturday 16th of May 2015 04:16:31 PM
HiAce98 said
11:16 PM May 16, 2015
Maybe you have to be male to think of them as good old days. I just remember half pay, no property rights, no single parent pension so you had to stay even if hubby blacked your eye after spending your housekeeping money at the pub. And heaven help you if you had the temerity to complain of abuse by your elders. Trying to make a meal out of scraps I wouldn't even expect the dog to live on nowadays. I could list a lot more features of the good old days that most of us choose not to remember, but I prefer to forget about it myself. We've never had it so good as we do now, the only thing missing is our youth!
Oh, and I didn't need to use large type cos unlike my father I can afford to see an optician and get reading glasses
HiAce98 said
11:26 PM May 16, 2015
Gundog wrote:
We all had slug guns when you became 15 you got a 410 shotgun ( which Mum called a Snake Charmer)
Mum was a great cook, there was always home made biscuits, Cakes and slices in the cupboard
My is car was a Zepher Console
Yep, and a mate got his head blown off when we were all out duck shooting, Mum had to work 18 hours a day to provide all those goodies and do all the other housework, unrestrained kids became missiles in a car crash, and I bet your Zephyr didn't have air conditioning
WobblyNut said
04:06 PM May 17, 2015
hey HiAce . I had air con in th FJ.
Front ventilator open , both flipper windows open . 50miles an hour.
and ya had air-con.
aussietraveller said
04:26 PM May 17, 2015
Some great memories are running through my mind whilst reading these posts I grew up at Brighton -Le -Sands and made heaps of pocket money by collecting empty bottles for the refund and then a paper run at St George hospital where the tips far exceeded the pay from the paper shop.
My first car was an Austin A40 followed by a Standard 10 and an Austin Cambridge.
Terrific memories
03_Troopy said
08:42 AM May 18, 2015
Gundog wrote:
Ahhh those were the days.
We and a tray, a Zac, 2 Bob, Half a Crown, 10 Bob, a Quid, and a brick.
We swam in irriagation, channels wagged school, Girls were shiela's you addressed your mates parents as Mr and Mrs, said please and thank you.
We all had slug guns when you became 15 you got a 410 shotgun ( which Mum called a Snake Charmer)
We listen to Hop Harrigan, Bob Dyers BP Pick a Box, Life with Dexter on the Radio
Mum was a great cook, there was always home made biscuits, Cakes and slices in the cupboard, cream on the top of the milk, a bottle of cream was thick a smooth, not that runny muck now, Butter came from the local butter factory
Beer was 2 bob for a 26oz bottle, Porphery Pearl sparkling wine was 1 and 9 pence ( the shiela's liked that)
Front ventilator open , both flipper windows open . 50miles an hour.
and ya had air-con.
much the same as I had in my '75 landcruiser, but that also had the luxury of those flipper vents at your feet (good for collecting more of that red dust)
WE WAS BRUNG UP PROPER !!
"And we never had a whole Mars bar until 1993"!!!
CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL MY FRIENDS WHO WERE BORN IN THE
1930s,40's, 50's, and 60's
First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank Sherry while they carried us and lived in houses made of asbestos...
They took aspirin, ate blue cheese, bread and dripping, raw egg products, loads of bacon and processed meat, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes or cervical cancer.
Then after that trauma, our baby cots were covered with bright coloured lead-based paints.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets or shoes, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking..
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.
We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.
Take away food was limited to fish and chips, no pizza shops, McDonalds , KFC, Subway or Nandos.
Even though all the shops closed at 6.00pm and didn't open on a Sunday, somehow we didn't starve to death!
We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.
We could collect old drink bottles and cash them in at the corner store and buy Toffees, Gobstoppers and Bubble Gum.
We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter, milk from the cow, and drank soft drinks with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight because......
WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!!
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.
No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O..K.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of old prams and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. We built tree houses and dens and played in river beds with matchbox cars.
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo Wii , X-boxes, no video games at all, no 999 channels on SKY ,
no video/dvd films, or colour TV
no mobile phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms..........WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!
We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no
Lawsuits from these accidents.
Only girls had pierced ears!
We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.
You could only buy Easter Eggs and Hot Cross Buns at Easter time....
We were given air guns and catapults for our 10th birthdays,
We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them!
Mum didn't have to go to work to help dad make ends meet because we didn't need to keep up with the Jones's!
Not everyone made the rugby/football/cricket/netball team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!! Getting into the team was based on
MERIT
Our teachers used to hit us with canes and gym shoes and throw the blackboard rubber at us if they thought we weren't concentrating .....
We can string sentences together and spell and have proper conversations because of a good, solid three R's education.
Our parents would tell us to ask a stranger to help us cross the road.
The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of.
They actually sided with the law!
Our parents didn't invent stupid names for their kids like 'Kiora' and 'Blade' and 'Ridge' and 'Vanilla'
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO
DEAL WITH IT ALL !
And YOU are one of them!
CONGRATULATIONS!
You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated our lives for our own good.
PS -The big type is because your eyes are not too good at your age anymore
WHAT DID YOU SAY ?.
......................cheers Peter
They were what we called the good old days,and they were,sometimes we were aloud to stay out a bit later,and two or three or four of us would go and raid a few fruit trees, I remember one night I just got through the fence and some bugger through an apple on the roof where we were, well all hell broke loose there was kid s running every where,I know it was naughty but by S&$@ it was fun.
Lance C
-- Edited by Olley46 on Friday 15th of May 2015 05:44:15 PM
Hendo, we did NOT eat CUPCAKES !!! We ate PATTY-CAKES !!!
Cheers,
Sheba.
You might have limited yourself Sheba, but I know I for one ate any kind of cake he could get his hands on, they were few and far between.
I remember living on the farm, playing cowboys and indians, playing with home made explosives (sugar and weedkiller), imagine getting away with that now.
I remember at the ripe old age of eight going out to shoot rabbits on a Sunday morning, and forgetting to come back for a while. The things we would do to avoid getting dressed up and going to Sunday school.
I remember pestering my dad to let me drive the tractor, an old Ford petrol paraffin job, with a crank handle, he told me when I could start it, I could drive it. Learned to start it when I was six, used to climb up the back, along the bonnet and jump on the starter handle, then run round and climb the back again as it crept off in 1st gear. He was good to his word, he taught me to drive it properly.
Having five older brother, and two older sisters, I was spoiled rotten, but I was often also involved in things many years before I should have been, like ridding a big motor bike around on the road at 12, driving a car on the road by 14, getting legless before I was 15. But I survived (no idea how or why).
I was lucky, I lived in the country, at a time when kids could be kids.
The good old days!!!!!!!!!!
I remember them well.
Having to chop wood for the fire most days.
Wissing down with rain, cold & miserable fossicking in the chook yard for the elusive egg.
If the car battery wasn't flat the crank handle could stay in the boot.
Sunday after church we could stir the clothes in the copper.
My cousin getting sacked from her Shire Council receptionist job when She got married.
I could go on but am going to turn the aircon up a couple of degrees & watch a movie on blueray.
Bugger the good old days.
Mike.
And my 1st vehicle was a Lambreta scooter that I painted with blue house paint with a paint brush and it was so gutless I had to get off and push it up the hill still with the motor going and at full revs. Then my next vehicle was a Hillman Minx which I painted with a paint brush with the same blue paint (but got tipped off by a mate and left the tin in the sun so the paint got hot and didn't leave so obvious brush marks. Learnt to service the bloody thing and even changed the clutch plate with some mates (and it worked - and all before I turned 18). Earned a shilling a week for chopping wood for an open fire and a chip heater that went day and night to heat the water, mowed the 1/2 acre, weeded the vege garden, kept my room cleaned and tidy and did whatever else I was told to do.
Once told my old man he was ignorant because I was a clever final year student and knew what I was talking about and he didn't - he finally ran out of puff (no not Ice) after chasing me with a lump of wood to the end of the road and I stayed away for the est of the day until Mum had cooled him down and returned home at tea time
Yes, they were good days..............
Allan
Good Luck.
seems a few of us had "bread & dripping"
what about - what's for tea mum - bread & duck under the table.
I'd ask th "old fella" what's that dad - it's a wing wong for a gooses bridle.
I started "trading" early , I'd get sixpence for a 'pair of rabbits', yep &
they were skinned & gutted , all before school , after school I'd go &
reset my traps.Every mundee morning ,mum would give me a 'zac' & a
flour bag . I would walk th mile to Dorrigo abs & get th bag filled with pigs trotters,
for threepence. the other tray was for me. On th way home I would buy a penny's
worth of mixed lollies & a pennies worth of broken biscuits .. Then share em with my
other 6 siblings , th other penny I kept for th flicks on Satdee.
Yep Them WAS th days > Th Good old days.
www.youtube.com/watch
From Wikipedia; A wigwam, wickiup or wetu is a domed room dwelling formerly used by certain Native American and Canadian First Nations tribes, and still used for ceremonial purposes. The term wickiup is generally used to label these kinds of dwellings in the Southwestern United States and West. Wigwam is usually applied to these structures in the Northeastern United States and Canada. Wetu is the Wampanoag term for a wigwam dwelling. The use of these terms can refer to many distinct types of Native American structures regardless of location or cultural group. The wigwam is not to be confused with the Native Plains tipi which has a very different construction, structure.
They were memorable days agreed, I remember in the 50's catching a bus with a .303 strapped over my shoulder going to Long Bay Rifle Range - That would certainly bring out the riot squad nowdays.
If a copper kicked us in the bum for mucking up - and we told Dad, we'd get it again.
We did a bit of demolition with penny bungers on Empire night.
Great times but we can't put the genie back in the bottle and we must learn to live in the New World created by all the do gooders and corruption of young minds by the never was and never will be brigade.
We and a tray, a Zac, 2 Bob, Half a Crown, 10 Bob, a Quid, and a brick.
Cohn's soft drinks, Roundtree Hoadley Chocolates, Skipping Girl Vinegar
We swam in irriagation, channels wagged school, Girls were shiela's you addressed your mates parents as Mr and Mrs, said please and thank you.
We all had slug guns when you became 15 you got a 410 shotgun ( which Mum called a Snake Charmer)
We listen to Hop Harrigan, Bob Dyers BP Pick a Box, Life with Dexter on the Radio
Mum was a great cook, there was always home made biscuits, Cakes and slices in the cupboard, cream on the top of the milk, a bottle of cream was thick a smooth, not that runny muck now, Butter came from the local butter factory
Beer was 2 bob for a 26oz bottle, Porphery Pearl sparkling wine was 1 and 9 pence ( the shiela's liked that)
My is car was a Zepher Console
I remember asking dad about something and he would reply "there as scares as rocking horse ****"
-- Edited by Gundog on Saturday 16th of May 2015 04:16:31 PM
Maybe you have to be male to think of them as good old days. I just remember half pay, no property rights, no single parent pension so you had to stay even if hubby blacked your eye after spending your housekeeping money at the pub. And heaven help you if you had the temerity to complain of abuse by your elders. Trying to make a meal out of scraps I wouldn't even expect the dog to live on nowadays. I could list a lot more features of the good old days that most of us choose not to remember, but I prefer to forget about it myself. We've never had it so good as we do now, the only thing missing is our youth!
Oh, and I didn't need to use large type cos unlike my father I can afford to see an optician and get reading glasses
Yep, and a mate got his head blown off when we were all out duck shooting, Mum had to work 18 hours a day to provide all those goodies and do all the other housework, unrestrained kids became missiles in a car crash, and I bet your Zephyr didn't have air conditioning
hey HiAce . I had air con in th FJ.
Front ventilator open , both flipper windows open . 50miles an hour.
and ya had air-con.
My first car was an Austin A40 followed by a Standard 10 and an Austin Cambridge.
Terrific memories
You drove one of these?
1937 Zenith 6S157 Zephyr Console tube radio.
Or one of these?
Ford Consul..
much the same as I had in my '75 landcruiser, but that also had the luxury of those flipper vents at your feet (good for collecting more of that red dust
)