There's one thing that no one cane tell me, when did it change from the good old days , was it with metric?LOL

pauline wrote:

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The trouble with that is ........our parents thought the same about our music, again a generational thing, and the world keeps turning, turning, turning.

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 Wasn't allowed to listen to Rock and Roll at home only to the likes of Mantovani, Bing Crosby, Perry Como and Frank Sinatra.

pauline wrote:

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Doug, that's not what I did at the drive in............maybe too much information.

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 Maybe I was hiding in the bushes there too Pauline, Mmmm, I remember you, Na, won't go there, your safe.

Good, keep in touch and all going well we could meet up.........

Gerty Dancer wrote:

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The best thing about the good old days is that we were young! In reality, life is much better now.

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Well said.  I miss youth and those who have passed on, but otherwise those were hard and not especially happy times. 

I was one of the lucky ones with caring, hard-working parents, although we had modest means as most people did back then.  I was always astounded by the amount of time city kids had to themselves, their lack of demanding, time-filling chores and their dependence on packaged entertainment, eg cinema.

Country kids were loners by circumstance and we were raised to be too independent, self-reliant and uncomplaining for our own good later in life. 

Whoever said that school days were the best days of our lives was raised and educated in privileged circumstances.

Attitudes is what I miss, things dad taught me where "if you do the crime , you do the time" = take responsibility for my own actions. That the world owes me nothing and that if I wanted something go out and earn it, I don't know how many lawns I mowed and raked with Dad's old victa around the area. Our footpaths where made of bricks back then and I tripped up one time skinning my knee, Dad didn't sue the Council he just said that will teach you to watch what your doing and where your going.

pauline wrote:

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Nothing wrong with them JRH, love cranky frankie.........

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 I enjoy all of them also and a few others.

jules47 wrote:

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justcruisin01 wrote:

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jules47 wrote:

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The good old days - no computers, 78 rpm records, wood stove, outside dunny!!!!!! No thanks - I like it right here!!

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 Are you sure jules ??, My guess is that it now takes all night to do what you used to do all night. LOL.

JC.

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 How do you know that Jim - personal experience, eh - hehehehee!!!!!! 

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 Billeeeeeeeeeeee told me.

I remember running out to the street with mum as she got bread from the Bakers van...he always kept day old finger buns for the kids for free.
I remember sitting in the lounge watching the B&W TV, that stood on legs...it was amazing to watch.
I remember when my mum would put polish on the varnished floorboards, she would tie rags to our feet and we would slide up and down the floor to make it shine.
I remember my dad buying his first ever brand new car, an SL Torana, red with a white roof.
I remember spending all day every weekend at friends houses...there was never any worry about where we were.
I remember on Sunday mornings going to the park with heaps of kids to sit and listen to a man tell Christian stories and draw pictures.
I remember riding on my friends scooter, from up the top of a hill down to the T section of a busy road....it's a wonder we werent killed.

I am very proud of my four children, two are married with children of their own. They raise them to be helpful and respectful to others. I'm proud my second youngest daughter has moved out of home to a house with her best friend....she is 23 and has Aspergers, I was always told she would need supervision all her life. My youngest daughter is in Year 11 at school, and for the last 12 years all she has wanted to do is be a Police Officer. As she has Rheumatoid Arthritis and mild Cerebral Palsy, she might not make it, but she is trying very hard.

I think the reason time goes by so quickly as we get older, is because we are more hyper-vigilant to What time we have left. As kids we never took the time to notice time passing.