Our dinner came hot from the oven, And not from a freezer; or shop.
The kids were a lot more contented,
They didn't need money for kicks,
Just a game with their friends in the road,
And sometimes the Saturday flicks.
I remember the shop on the corner,
Where biscuits for pennies were sold
Do you think I'm a bit too nostalgic?
Or is it....I'm just getting Old?
Bathing was done in a wash tub,
With plenty of rich foamy suds But the ironing seemed never ending
As Mum pressed everyone's 'duds'.
I remember the slap on my backside,
And the taste of soap if I swore
Anorexia and diets weren't heard of
And we hadn't much choice what we wore.
Do you think that bruised our ego?
Or our initiative was destroyed?
We ate what was put on the table
And I think life was better enjoyed.
Author, Unknown...
If you can remember those days...
Continue to enjoy your Retirement & GOD BLESS YOU.
No virus found in this message.
jules47 said
11:51 AM Jan 26, 2016
Love it - except my mum worked most of my young life. but we still had a great life - one of my brothers was an apprentice baker, and he would bring bread home for our breakfast, shaped into elephants, ducks etc., we loved it, still warm from the oven - I can taste it now!!!!! Another brother was an apprentice butcher - smallgoods especially - fried black pudding, ****tail franks, and lots of other yummy stuff.
The water from the copper was used for a bath - being the only girl, I got first go, trouble was we smelled of washing water.
Thanks for sharing I enjoyed that.
capricorn and pisces said
02:41 PM Jan 26, 2016
Love that!
I remember we used to have holidays at my grandads place at Long Jetty (NSW) We would catch the steam train to Gosford and take a bus for the rest of the journey. (still love trains!)
For a trip to the beach, mum would pack up huge sandwiches for us all (me, my sisters and cousins), the slices of bread were about an inch thick, the bread was so fresh, with a bit of fruit and water in a bottle all in a string bag and off we would go to the beach. it was a long walk from his place to the beach but that was part of the fun!
We actually looked forward to all that hardship!!!!! cheers Capricorn
hako said
04:14 PM Jan 26, 2016
Most of our 18 grandkids have most of 'the good old days' still probably because our children (g/kids parents) were brought up in the country where we had chooks, dogs, cows, 22's, space and freedom for them to wander. Some partnered with city types eventually and unfortunately chase the dollar first but they all hanker for what they had before leaving home, so it ain't just us oldies that hanker for the past. (if 'hanker' is a yank term I apologise for using it on Australia day)
Good Luck.
Felicia said
05:57 PM Jan 26, 2016
I remember staying at my uncle & aunt's on the south coast of NSW when the bread was delivered by a man with a cane basket. It was delicious and my 3 cousins and I sat down and ate the whole loaf with home made butter and local honey. Another uncle nearby had a dairy farm and the milk was sprayed in your mouth straight from the udder.
Lynda
-- Edited by Felicia on Tuesday 26th of January 2016 05:58:39 PM
Pete49 said
11:51 PM Jan 26, 2016
Take off the rose coloured glasses folks. Yes we lived differently with no tv and computer games but we were kids our parents didn't think it was such a good life and did without so we could have presents for birthdays and Christmas. Made sure we had a better education and good jobs so we wouldn't have to struggle like them. I miss the simplicity but not 'the good old days'
Pete
rockylizard said
08:28 AM Jan 27, 2016
Gday...
I remember the corned beef of my Childhood, and I still think its terrible.
And the bread that we cut with a knife, still available, but no-one buys it
When the Children helped with the housework, still happens but perhaps not in yours.
And the men went to work not the wife. .. and were kept barefoot and pregnant and tied to the sink.
The cheese never needed a fridge, because we only bought enough to last the week.
And the bread was so crusty and hot, still available from any bakery
The Children were seldom unhappy, speak for yourself my childhood wasnt a particularly happy one
And the Wife was content with her lot. ... because she had no other choice very little opportunity - and who says she was.
I remember the milk from the bottle, and it going off if left sitting in the sun on the verandah
With the yummy cream on the top,
Our dinner came hot from the oven, still can depends on how you have chosen to live
And not from a freezer or shop. Only by your choice
The kids were a lot more contented, perhaps, but not all children
They didn't need money for kicks, our family didnt have spare money or pocket money very working class
Just a game with their friends in the road, yep can agree with that
And sometimes the Saturday flicks. A rarity and not until I was working with my own money
I remember the shop on the corner, they disappeared because people stopped using them
Where biscuits for pennies were sold that was the economy then wages were a pittance
Do you think I'm a bit too nostalgic? Yep
Or is it....I'm just getting Old? The aging process is natural
Bathing was done in a wash tub, you can still do so if you want to
With plenty of rich foamy suds and with as many suds as you want
But the ironing seemed never ending this is still so in many homes
As Mum pressed everyone's 'duds'. Because it was seen as womens work not a mans
I remember the slap on my backside, yep still has a place but society changed that
And the taste of soap if I swore that is a standard that should be reintroduced
Anorexia and diets weren't heard of that we know of - media reporting has change what we are told - or know
And we hadn't much choice what we wore. You can still limit yourself to choice of clothing
Do you think that bruised our ego? No I think it made many strive for better things - it did me
Or our initiative was destroyed? It did for some children as they had no opportunity to achieve
We ate what was put on the table still can be like that it is your choice
And I think life was better enjoyed. Perhaps only in hindsight
Author, Unknown...
PS and people can still live in a 8 square weatherboard home, drive a Holden FE (or ride a bicycle or walk), tow a ply board van, not own a mobile phone (let alone a smart phone), get rid of the laptop, forget the internet, get rid of that 240v/battery radio and go back to a valve radio or transistor radio, get those solar panels off the roof of the van etc etc etc.
Yep ... just being devils advocate.
Lets be realistic. Life is what YOU make of it. The degree of change is somewhat each of our hands albeit some are forced on us by progress.
Cheers from grumble-bum - John
jules47 said
10:51 AM Jan 27, 2016
Well said John - aka Grumble Bum!!!!! hhahahahahah!!
hako said
10:53 AM Jan 27, 2016
Lot of home-truths there John.....it's only 'just' possible the the good old days are right now.
Regards
Cruising Cruze said
02:33 PM Jan 27, 2016
@ grumble-bum - John
Nice one John thanks for sharing it
Cheers John
Desert Dweller said
03:21 PM Jan 27, 2016
There's something we really don't miss about the good old days, WORKING FIVE DAYS A WEEK!
-- Edited by Desert Dweller on Wednesday 27th of January 2016 06:08:47 PM
Bruce and Bev said
01:37 PM Jan 29, 2016
Grumble bum John - yep - you spoilt reading the good old days away from us posted by Margnarc, but looking back you are right and your comments are pretty spot on
But I talk to my mother (96) and mother in law (82) and both loved their younger, married days.....they were simple times and many men had labourer jobs, but could still afford a house, support his family and take a holiday at the beach each year.
Back then too, we still had men getting drunk from the 5 o'clock swill, but we didn't have all the terrible violence and people being shot and stabbed or if theyre lucky, just beaten up in the streets. Only a few people took illicit drugs and most of us had never heard of it - now it seems every other person takes Ice......
Joe50 said
11:55 PM Jan 29, 2016
The Green Thing .....
In the line at the supermarket, the cashier told an older woman that she should bring her own grocery bag because plastic bags weren't good for the environment. The woman apologised to her and explained, "We didn't have the green thing back in my day." The clerk responded, "That's our problem today. The former generation didn't care enough to save our environment."
She was right, that generation didn't have the green thing in its day.
Back then, they returned their milk bottles, soft drink bottles and beer bottles to the shop. The shop sent them back to the factory to be washed and sterilised and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. They were recycled.
But they didn't have the green thing back in that customer's day.
In her day, they walked up stairs, because they didn't have an escalator in every store and office building. They walked to the grocery store and didn't climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time they had to go two blocks
But she was right. They didn't have the green thing in her day.
Back then, they washed the baby's nappies because they didn't have the throw-away kind. They dried clothes on a line, not in a 240 volt energy gobbling machine - wind and solar power really did dry the clothes. Kids got hand-me -down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing.
But that old lady is right; they didn't have the green thing back in her day.
Back then, they had one TV or radio in the house - not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief, not a screen the size of a cricket pitch. In the kitchen, they blended and stirred by hand because they didn't have electric machines to do everything for you. When they packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, they used a wadded up old newspaper to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap. They didn't have air conditioning or electric stoves with self cleaning ovens. They didn't have battery operated toys, computers, or telephones. Back then, they didn't fire up an engine and burn fuel just to cut the lawn. They used a push mower that ran on human power. They used hand operated clippers to trim the shrubs. They exercised by working so they didn't need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity.
But she's right; the green thing wasn't around back then.
They drank from a glass filled from the tap when they were thirsty instead of using a plastic bottle every time they had a drink of water. They refilled their writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and they replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull.
But they didn't have the green thing back then.
Back then, people walked or took the bus and kids rode their bikes to school or rode on the school bus instead of turning their mums into a 24-hour taxi service. They had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And they didn't need a computerised gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 2,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest pizza joint.
But isn't it sad the current generation laments how wasteful the old folks were just because they didn't have the green thing back then?
Cheers
Joe
navynurse said
09:43 AM Jan 30, 2016
Well said Joe
Allan
jules47 said
11:57 AM Jan 30, 2016
Spot on Joe!!!
Magnarc said
02:19 PM Jan 30, 2016
Thanks for the support Joe, I was beginning to wish I had not posted it. Good job the shooters only had blanks!
rockylizard said
04:02 PM Jan 30, 2016
Magnarc wrote:
Thanks for the support Joe, I was beginning to wish I had not posted it. Good job the shooters only had blanks!
Gday...
Gee, Phil I guess you missed this bit "Yep ... just being devils advocate."
dev·il's advocate
n. One who argues against a cause or position, not as a committed opponent but simply for the sake of argument or to determine the validity of the cause or position.
Cheers - John
Magnarc said
09:22 AM Jan 31, 2016
Rocky, my main man, I stand corrected, I did not aim at you specifically. Have a nice day,
I remember the corned beef of my Childhood,
And the bread that we cut with a knife,
When the Children helped with the housework,
And the men went to work not the wife.
The cheese never needed a fridge,
And the bread was so crusty and hot,
The Children were seldom unhappy,
And the Wife was content with her lot.
I remember the milk from the bottle,
With the yummy cream on the top,
Our dinner came hot from the oven,
And not from a freezer; or shop.
The kids were a lot more contented,
They didn't need money for kicks,
Just a game with their friends in the road,
And sometimes the Saturday flicks.
I remember the shop on the corner,
Where biscuits for pennies were sold
Do you think I'm a bit too nostalgic?
Or is it....I'm just getting Old?
Bathing was done in a wash tub,
With plenty of rich foamy suds
But the ironing seemed never ending
As Mum pressed everyone's 'duds'.
I remember the slap on my backside,
And the taste of soap if I swore
Anorexia and diets weren't heard of
And we hadn't much choice what we wore.
Do you think that bruised our ego?
Or our initiative was destroyed?
We ate what was put on the table
And I think life was better enjoyed.
Author, Unknown...
If you can remember those days...
Continue to enjoy your Retirement & GOD BLESS YOU.
No virus found in this message.
Love it - except my mum worked most of my young life. but we still had a great life - one of my brothers was an apprentice baker, and he would bring bread home for our breakfast, shaped into elephants, ducks etc., we loved it, still warm from the oven - I can taste it now!!!!! Another brother was an apprentice butcher - smallgoods especially - fried black pudding, ****tail franks, and lots of other yummy stuff.
The water from the copper was used for a bath - being the only girl, I got first go, trouble was we smelled of washing water.
Thanks for sharing I enjoyed that.
Love that!
I remember we used to have holidays at my grandads place at Long Jetty (NSW) We would catch the steam train to Gosford and take a bus for the rest of the journey. (still love trains!)
For a trip to the beach, mum would pack up huge sandwiches for us all (me, my sisters and cousins), the slices of bread were about an inch thick, the bread was so fresh, with a bit of fruit and water in a bottle all in a string bag and off we would go to the beach. it was a long walk from his place to the beach but that was part of the fun!
We actually looked forward to all that hardship!!!!! cheers Capricorn
Good Luck.
I remember staying at my uncle & aunt's on the south coast of NSW when the bread was delivered by a man with a cane basket. It was delicious and my 3 cousins and I sat down and ate the whole loaf with home made butter and local honey. Another uncle nearby had a dairy farm and the milk was sprayed in your mouth straight from the udder.
Lynda
-- Edited by Felicia on Tuesday 26th of January 2016 05:58:39 PM
Pete
Gday...
I remember the corned beef of my Childhood, and I still think its terrible.
And the bread that we cut with a knife, still available, but no-one buys it
When the Children helped with the housework, still happens but perhaps not in yours.
And the men went to work not the wife. .. and were kept barefoot and pregnant and tied to the sink.
The cheese never needed a fridge, because we only bought enough to last the week.
And the bread was so crusty and hot, still available from any bakery
The Children were seldom unhappy, speak for yourself my childhood wasnt a particularly happy one
And the Wife was content with her lot. ... because she had no other choice very little opportunity - and who says she was.
I remember the milk from the bottle, and it going off if left sitting in the sun on the verandah
With the yummy cream on the top,
Our dinner came hot from the oven, still can depends on how you have chosen to live
And not from a freezer or shop. Only by your choice
The kids were a lot more contented, perhaps, but not all children
They didn't need money for kicks, our family didnt have spare money or pocket money very working class
Just a game with their friends in the road, yep can agree with that
And sometimes the Saturday flicks. A rarity and not until I was working with my own money
I remember the shop on the corner, they disappeared because people stopped using them
Where biscuits for pennies were sold that was the economy then wages were a pittance
Do you think I'm a bit too nostalgic? Yep
Or is it....I'm just getting Old? The aging process is natural
Bathing was done in a wash tub, you can still do so if you want to
With plenty of rich foamy suds and with as many suds as you want
But the ironing seemed never ending this is still so in many homes
As Mum pressed everyone's 'duds'. Because it was seen as womens work not a mans
I remember the slap on my backside, yep still has a place but society changed that
And the taste of soap if I swore that is a standard that should be reintroduced
Anorexia and diets weren't heard of that we know of - media reporting has change what we are told - or know
And we hadn't much choice what we wore. You can still limit yourself to choice of clothing
Do you think that bruised our ego? No I think it made many strive for better things - it did me
Or our initiative was destroyed? It did for some children as they had no opportunity to achieve
We ate what was put on the table still can be like that it is your choice
And I think life was better enjoyed. Perhaps only in hindsight
Author, Unknown...
PS and people can still live in a 8 square weatherboard home, drive a Holden FE (or ride a bicycle or walk), tow a ply board van, not own a mobile phone (let alone a smart phone), get rid of the laptop, forget the internet, get rid of that 240v/battery radio and go back to a valve radio or transistor radio, get those solar panels off the roof of the van etc etc etc.
Yep ... just being devils advocate.
Lets be realistic. Life is what YOU make of it. The degree of change is somewhat each of our hands albeit some are forced on us by progress.
Cheers from grumble-bum - John
Regards
Nice one John thanks for sharing it
Cheers John
There's something we really don't miss about the good old days, WORKING FIVE DAYS A WEEK!
-- Edited by Desert Dweller on Wednesday 27th of January 2016 06:08:47 PM
But I talk to my mother (96) and mother in law (82) and both loved their younger, married days.....they were simple times and many men had labourer jobs, but could still afford a house, support his family and take a holiday at the beach each year.
Back then too, we still had men getting drunk from the 5 o'clock swill, but we didn't have all the terrible violence and people being shot and stabbed or if theyre lucky, just beaten up in the streets. Only a few people took illicit drugs and most of us had never heard of it - now it seems every other person takes Ice......
The Green Thing .....
In the line at the supermarket, the cashier told an older woman that she should bring her own grocery bag because
plastic bags weren't good for the environment. The woman apologised to her and explained, "We didn't have the
green thing back in my day."
The clerk responded, "That's our problem today. The former generation didn't care enough to save our
environment."
She was right, that generation didn't have the green thing in its day.
Back then, they returned their milk bottles, soft drink bottles and beer bottles to the shop. The shop sent them back
to the factory to be washed and sterilised and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. They were
recycled.
But they didn't have the green thing back in that customer's day.
In her day, they walked up stairs, because they didn't have an escalator in every store and office building. They
walked to the grocery store and didn't climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time they had to go two blocks
But she was right. They didn't have the green thing in her day.
Back then, they washed the baby's nappies because they didn't have the throw-away kind. They dried clothes on a
line, not in a 240 volt energy gobbling machine - wind and solar power really did dry the clothes. Kids got hand-me
-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing.
But that old lady is right; they didn't have the green thing back in her day.
Back then, they had one TV or radio in the house - not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a
handkerchief, not a screen the size of a cricket pitch. In the kitchen, they blended and stirred by hand because they
didn't have electric machines to do everything for you. When they packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, they
used a wadded up old newspaper to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap. They didn't have air
conditioning or electric stoves with self cleaning ovens. They didn't have battery operated toys, computers, or
telephones. Back then, they didn't fire up an engine and burn fuel just to cut the lawn. They used a push mower that ran on
human power. They used hand operated clippers to trim the shrubs. They exercised by working so they didn't need
to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity.
But she's right; the green thing wasn't around back then.
They drank from a glass filled from the tap when they were thirsty instead of using a plastic bottle every time they
had a drink of water. They refilled their writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and they replaced the
razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull.
But they didn't have the green thing back then.
Back then, people walked or took the bus and kids rode their bikes to school or rode on the school bus instead of
turning their mums into a 24-hour taxi service. They had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of
sockets to power a dozen appliances. And they didn't need a computerised gadget to receive a signal beamed from
satellites 2,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest pizza joint.
But isn't it sad the current generation laments how wasteful the old folks were just because they didn't have the
green thing back then?
Cheers
Joe
Allan
Thanks for the support Joe, I was beginning to wish I had not posted it. Good job the shooters only had blanks!
Gday...
dev·il's advocate
Cheers - John
Rocky, my main man, I stand corrected, I did not aim at you specifically. Have a nice day,
Phil.