It shows how the world is changing very rapidly around us good or bad the old days are now memories but you cant help but think a lot of the (our) older attitudes, values and behaviours were more better than todays mad scramble to nowhere.
An Interesting Read!!!!!!
Stay with this --- the answer is at the end. It may blow you away.
One evening a grandson was talking to his grandfather about current events.
The grandson asked his grandfather what he thought about the shootings at schools, the computer age, and just things in general.
The Grandfather replied, "Well, let me think a minute, I was born before:
' television
' penicillin
' polio shots
' frozen foods
' Xerox
' contact lenses
' Frisbees and
' the pill
There were no:
' credit cards
' laser beams or
' ball-point pens
Man had not invented :
' pantyhose
' air conditioners
'dishwashers
' clothes dryers
' and the clothes were hung out to dry in the fresh air and
' space travel was only in Flash Gordon books.
Your Grandmother and I got married first,... and then lived together..
Every family had a father and a mother. Until I was 25, I called every woman older than me, "ma'am". And after I turned 25, I still called policemen and every man with a title, "Sir".
We were before gay-rights, computer-dating, dual careers, daycare centers, and group therapy.
Our lives were governed by the Bible, good judgment, and common sense. We were taught to know the difference between right and wrong and to stand up and take responsibility for our actions.
Serving your country was a privilege; living in this country was a bigger privilege... We thought fast food was eating half a biscuit while running to catch the school bus.
Having a meaningful relationship meant getting along with your cousins.
Draft dodgers were those who closed front doors as the evening breeze started.
Time-sharing meant time the family spent together in the evenings and weekends-not purchasing condominiums.
We never heard of FM radios, tape decks, CDs, electric typewriters, yogurt, or guys wearing earrings.
We listened to Big Bands, Jack Benny, and the President's speeches on our radios. And I don't ever remember any kid blowing his brains out listening to Tommy Dorsey.
If you saw anything with 'Made in Japan' on it, it was junk.
The term 'making out' referred to how you did on your school exam....
Pizza Hut, McDonald's, and instant coffee were unheard of.
We had 5 &10-cent stores where you could actually buy things for 5 and 10 cents. Ice-cream cones, phone calls, rides on a streetcar, and a Pepsi were all a nickel. And if you didn't want to splurge, you could spend your nickel on enough stamps to mail 1 letter and 2 postcards.
You could buy a new Ford Coupe for $600, .... but who could afford one? Too bad, because gas was 11 cents a gallon.
In my day:
' "grass" was mowed,
' "coke" was a cold drink,
' "pot" was something your mother cooked in and
' "rock music" was your grandmother's lullaby.
' "Aids" were helpers in the Principal's office,
' "chip" meant a piece of wood,
' "hardware" was found in a hardware store and
' "software" wasn't even a word.
And we were the last generation to actually believe that a lady needed a husband to have a baby.
How old do you think I am?
I bet you have this old man in mind...you are in for a shock!
Read on to see -- pretty scary if you think about it and pretty sad at the same time.
Are you ready?????
This is part of my life story. I am now 80 years of age.
And guess what???
I would not want to change any of it
80 years ago was 1939.
And guess what????
I would not not to change it, as I enjoyed every part ( the highs and the lows ) of the 80 years
GIVES YOU SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT...
PASS THIS ON TO THE OLD ONES, The younger generation would not understand.
-- Edited by BW on Sunday 24th of November 2019 11:38:55 AM
Craig1 said
01:17 PM Nov 24, 2019
Yep, it was a great job to mix the substance to dip the nib. It went well with a blue shirt. I think that person was called " the ..k monitor.
-- Edited by Craig1 on Sunday 24th of November 2019 01:18:31 PM
Dougwe said
08:05 PM Nov 24, 2019
I was so exited when I graduated to a fountain pen and blotting paper. Still had the pen until 5 years ago and I chucked it out by accident.
Tony Bev said
01:58 AM Nov 25, 2019
I was still dipping the nib in 1958
Biro's were on sale in the shops but we were not allowed to bring them to school
Perhaps they still had plenty of ink powder, in the store room
Craig1 said
10:15 AM Nov 25, 2019
Right up till end of grade 6 primary in 1961, then biros in high school. And they were a messy thing when they failed, which was often.
Legendts said
11:15 AM Nov 25, 2019
Ahhh.....the memories and all good ones, well mostly. You could say the less than good ones were Learning Curves. LOL
BW said
12:03 PM Nov 25, 2019
I remember getting Sixers , for sure grandson would not know that one .
Craig1 said
02:36 PM Nov 25, 2019
Did you ever " flinch " and get 7
BW said
04:47 PM Nov 25, 2019
No I used to laugh at them and they went until they gave up .
Cupie said
04:46 PM Nov 26, 2019
The worst was when they would strike the open hand on the way down and then bring the cane back up & hit the knuckles. Only counted as 1. If you pulled your hand away another cut would be added to the punishment.
A favourite trick was to rub resin into the hand to break the cane. Not sure if it worked but it took the mind off the blow & it was an occasion of great joy if indeed a bit did break off the cane.
We always got a good laugh out of one of our mates who would make a great drama of ringing his hands & holding them between his legs while jumping all round the place after every stroke.
The max allowed at our school was 6 on each hand at any session, usually administered by the Headmaster. One of them was ironically named Mr Cutler! We would line up outside his office to get our dose & proudly display the damaged hands afterwards (out of sight of course).
Great days!!!!!!
Prepared us well for the game of Knuckles, played in the train on the way to our Brisbane Training School a few years later.
The opponents were required to press their knuckles of a clenched right hand together.
The person who's go it was, would without warning, strike the other's fist. If he missed then it was the other's go. Twitching the striking fist was allowed. Pulling the receiving fist away resulted in a 'free hit' penalty. It was quite common to finish the game with the hand all red from wrist to knuckles from repeated blows.
It shows how the world is changing very rapidly around us good or bad the old days are now memories but you cant help but think a lot of the (our) older attitudes, values and behaviours were more better than todays mad scramble to nowhere.
But, no sense in quibbling over one year.
We were still dipping the nib in 1956 .
Edit: See if grandson knows what that means !
-- Edited by BW on Sunday 24th of November 2019 11:38:55 AM
Yep, it was a great job to mix the substance to dip the nib. It went well with a blue shirt. I think that person was called " the ..k monitor.
-- Edited by Craig1 on Sunday 24th of November 2019 01:18:31 PM
Biro's were on sale in the shops but we were not allowed to bring them to school
Perhaps they still had plenty of ink powder, in the store room
The worst was when they would strike the open hand on the way down and then bring the cane back up & hit the knuckles. Only counted as 1. If you pulled your hand away another cut would be added to the punishment.
A favourite trick was to rub resin into the hand to break the cane. Not sure if it worked but it took the mind off the blow & it was an occasion of great joy if indeed a bit did break off the cane.
We always got a good laugh out of one of our mates who would make a great drama of ringing his hands & holding them between his legs while jumping all round the place after every stroke.
The max allowed at our school was 6 on each hand at any session, usually administered by the Headmaster. One of them was ironically named Mr Cutler! We would line up outside his office to get our dose & proudly display the damaged hands afterwards (out of sight of course).
Great days!!!!!!
Prepared us well for the game of Knuckles, played in the train on the way to our Brisbane Training School a few years later.
The opponents were required to press their knuckles of a clenched right hand together.
The person who's go it was, would without warning, strike the other's fist. If he missed then it was the other's go. Twitching the striking fist was allowed. Pulling the receiving fist away resulted in a 'free hit' penalty. It was quite common to finish the game with the hand all red from wrist to knuckles from repeated blows.