I remember all of that and sorry if I offend anyone but wish it was still like that...............aahh Progress.

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Remember when milk came from cows , and had cream on top .

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 wrote:

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Remember when milk came from cows , and had cream on top .

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 Or even got milk in milk bottles and had to shake them vigorously to dislodge the cream from under the cap

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 wrote:

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sandsmere wrote:

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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 .

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 I play with computers so that must make me a kid 

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 Nothing wrong with being a kid at heart Wombat, helps to keep you young

Cheers!

Chris

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 hey I did not say kid at heart  I am only 37

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?

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!!!!

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

Who remembers - ripping the top off and getting the cream first, before the brothers got it!!!

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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.

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 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.

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.

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.