The good old days were when products came in aluminium,not plastic, tubes so that with a little sleight of hand you could watch one army mate trying to lather up for a shave using condensed milk while another brushed his teeth with shaving cream.
I have a great fondness for the "good old days" but I wouldn't wanna go back there. One of the highlights of my childhood was a crystal set made by my dad. I thought it was pure magic! I can even remember hearing my first broadcast... it was Ray Conniff and his orchestra with Besame Mucho on radio 2KY.
Totally agree Gerty...........when you are young you don't appreciate it, every day is precious now though I do feel we still take it for granted, I suppose that's life.
I realise full well you cant turn the clock back, however my take on times past.
Your home may have been invaded by ants or mice, not people weilding baseball bats and machettes.
Your first car or motorbike was quite modest, not a beast capable of doing over 200 kmh.
Drugs were something you read about but had no experience with.
Kids were encouraged to play actively at school and weekends, not discouraged for fear of litigation.
You knew your local retailers and trades people by name.
Pubs closed at 6pm then 10pm all very civilized, now they're open until all hours of the morning and if you look the wrong way at someone your likely to cop a glass in the face.
People were generally more active (a matter of have to be) now we sit on our backside pushing remote buttons and eating ourselves to death.
Families indulged in family activities and were not spread all over the house isolated within their own electronic world, we even ate meals together seated around a table and discussed the days events.
Kids respected their elders and did not expect to call everyone (grandparents included) by their first name from the time they learned to talk.
I could go on, I'm sure you get the picture, there certainly is a lot to like about modern society but there's a lot to despise about it as well.
I remember that well JC............your pay went from roughly 10 pound a week to 20 dollars and we all thought we were way better off, though I imagine we are compared to a lot of places, love this country still, though have to agree it is different nowadays.
-- Edited by pauline on Friday 15th of March 2013 07:29:03 PM
Makes me wonder if just maybe we did half decent job when raising our kids. Due to an injury I am parked up in my daughters driveway for a period. Her and her partener ( no they are not married) have 2 teenage kids between them. At dinner time EVERY night the tv goes off, the phones are left on the kitchen bench and they all sit at a real table to have the meal together.All 4 of them participate in a roster to cook the meal. The kids share the clean up duties after. Both kids are still at school but also hold part time jobs. Makes me proud every night when I sit down with them. It is very much like it was in my home in the good ole days!
Makes me wonder if just maybe we did half decent job when raising our kids. Due to an injury I am parked up in my daughters driveway for a period. Her and her partener ( no they are not married) have 2 teenage kids between them. At dinner time EVERY night the tv goes off, the phones are left on the kitchen bench and they all sit at a real table to have the meal together.All 4 of them participate in a roster to cook the meal. The kids share the clean up duties after. Both kids are still at school but also hold part time jobs. Makes me proud every night when I sit down with them. It is very much like it was in my home in the good ole days!
I can understand your pride Scotty, unusual behaviour in this day and age.
Good points you raise, Santa and Scotty. We always sat at the table for dinner as well, but listened to Tarzan, Hop Harrigan and Yes What on the radio hehe. Then came telly and we watched that while we ate dinner around the table. Obviously, we weren't a very talkative lot.
As kids, we had to listen to the ABC News while eating dinner... any attempt at conversation would be met with SHHH! My kids ate with us around the table, TV and radio off, sometimes music on.
Recently I bought a CD of radio ads from the 30s till now. Listening to that, I was reminded of Dad filling the insect pump with Moretein from a bottle and then walking around the house pumping the spray everywhere. It was so much more up- market that the fly papers that hung from the kitchen ceiling in my grandmother's farm. But the carefully cut-up newspaper squares in the lav were part of my childhood until we got an inside loo when I was about 10. I have often wondered whether we were permanently smeared with newsprint. I missed having reading matter when we got rolls of toilet paper.
Recently I bought a CD of radio ads from the 30s till now. Listening to that, I was reminded of Dad filling the insect pump with Moretein from a bottle and then walking around the house pumping the spray everywhere. It was so much more up- market that the fly papers that hung from the kitchen ceiling in my grandmother's farm. But the carefully cut-up newspaper squares in the lav were part of my childhood until we got an inside loo when I was about 10. I have often wondered whether we were permanently smeared with newsprint. I missed having reading matter when we got rolls of toilet paper.
EP, that was DDT you were getting sprayed with!!!!
I suppose every generation feels the same...........we remember when we were young and full of hope for our future.
Yes we were young and bulletproof and we were never going to die. Now to put the cat amongst the pigeons, at least we had some decent music back then, not the head banging racket of today.
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