Brung Up Proper

Hendo · Guru

Brung Up Proper

2foot6 · Veteran Member

WHAT DID YOU SAY ?. biggrin ......................cheers Peter

Olley46 · Guru

They were what we called the good old days,and they were,sometimes we were aloud to stay out a bit later,and two or three or four of us would go and raid a few fruit trees, I remember one night I just got through the fence and some bugger through an apple on the roof where we were, well all hell broke loose there was kid s running every where,I know it was naughty but by S&$@ it was fun.

Lance C

-- Edited by Olley46 on Friday 15th of May 2015 05:44:15 PM

Sheba · Guru

Hendo, we did NOT eat CUPCAKES !!! We ate PATTY-CAKES !!!

Cheers,

Sheba.

Plendo · Guru

You might have limited yourself Sheba, but I know I for one ate any kind of cake he could get his hands on, they were few and far between.

I remember living on the farm, playing cowboys and indians, playing with home made explosives (sugar and weedkiller), imagine getting away with that now.

I remember at the ripe old age of eight going out to shoot rabbits on a Sunday morning, and forgetting to come back for a while. The things we would do to avoid getting dressed up and going to Sunday school.

I remember pestering my dad to let me drive the tractor, an old Ford petrol paraffin job, with a crank handle, he told me when I could start it, I could drive it. Learned to start it when I was six, used to climb up the back, along the bonnet and jump on the starter handle, then run round and climb the back again as it crept off in 1st gear. He was good to his word, he taught me to drive it properly.

Having five older brother, and two older sisters, I was spoiled rotten, but I was often also involved in things many years before I should have been, like ridding a big motor bike around on the road at 12, driving a car on the road by 14, getting legless before I was 15. But I survived (no idea how or why).

I was lucky, I lived in the country, at a time when kids could be kids.

Explorer · Guru

The good old days!!!!!!!!!!

I remember them well.

Having to chop wood for the fire most days.

Wissing down with rain, cold & miserable fossicking in the chook yard for the elusive egg.

If the car battery wasn't flat the crank handle could stay in the boot.

Sunday after church we could stir the clothes in the copper.

My cousin getting sacked from her Shire Council receptionist job when She got married.

I could go on but am going to turn the aircon up a couple of degrees & watch a movie on blueray.

Bugger the good old days.

Mike.

Bruce and Bev · Guru

so right Hendo and guys (oh and gotta be PC now.....ladies). Don't forget walking or biking to school - mummy didn't drive us to and from in her shiny SUV and take us into Maccas on the way to buy a pile of rubbish on the way.

And my 1st vehicle was a Lambreta scooter that I painted with blue house paint with a paint brush and it was so gutless I had to get off and push it up the hill still with the motor going and at full revs. Then my next vehicle was a Hillman Minx which I painted with a paint brush with the same blue paint (but got tipped off by a mate and left the tin in the sun so the paint got hot and didn't leave so obvious brush marks. Learnt to service the bloody thing and even changed the clutch plate with some mates (and it worked - and all before I turned 18). Earned a shilling a week for chopping wood for an open fire and a chip heater that went day and night to heat the water, mowed the 1/2 acre, weeded the vege garden, kept my room cleaned and tidy and did whatever else I was told to do.

Once told my old man he was ignorant because I was a clever final year student and knew what I was talking about and he didn't - he finally ran out of puff (no not Ice) after chasing me with a lump of wood to the end of the road and I stayed away for the est of the day until Mum had cooled him down and returned home at tea time

Yes, they were good days..............

03_Troopy · Guru

I didn't mind bread and dripping, with a bit of salt and pepper.. and a slice of fried bread (fried in dripping of course) with egg and bacon... Hmmm I know what I'm having for brekky in the morning.. Won't be the same with olive oil instead of dripping though

Sheba · Guru

Plendo wrote:
You might have limited yourself Sheba, but I know I for one ate any kind of cake he could get his hands on, they were few and far between.

I was talking about the name of the cakes Plendo. Cup-cakes is the Yankee name for them. Back then, they were still called Pattycakes.
Cheers,
Sheba.

navynurse · Senior Member

Good on you Sheba I still call them patty cakes.

Allan

hako · Guru

Just remember as you reminisce, that us oldies are responsible for the way things are today....we shaped the future for our children but now we realise that instead of improving their lives we took away their freedom.

Good Luck.

WobblyNut · Senior Member

seems a few of us had "bread & dripping"

what about - what's for tea mum - bread & duck under the table.

I'd ask th "old fella" what's that dad - it's a wing wong for a gooses bridle.

I started "trading" early , I'd get sixpence for a 'pair of rabbits', yep &

they were skinned & gutted , all before school , after school I'd go &

reset my traps.Every mundee morning ,mum would give me a 'zac' & a

flour bag . I would walk th mile to Dorrigo abs & get th bag filled with pigs trotters,

for threepence. the other tray was for me. On th way home I would buy a penny's

worth of mixed lollies & a pennies worth of broken biscuits .. Then share em with my

other 6 siblings , th other penny I kept for th flicks on Satdee.

Yep Them WAS th days > Th Good old days.

The Doo crew · Senior Member

Always reminds me of this when the conversation is about the good old days, selective memory by most I think.

www.youtube.com/watch

Hendo · Guru

I got my first lot of pocket money by blowing up stumps for the local farmers. Get a lift into town, go to the local hardware store and buy 6 sticks of jelly, dets and fuse, bag of nitropel and I was set for the week.

done dreaming · Senior Member

Don,t forget about the newspapers in the hessian bag for toilet paper and the salt barrels on the verandah for our meat but as kids we didn't have all the afflictions like ahds and other letters of the alphabet.

Possum3 · Guru

Wobbly Nut - It was a Wigwam for a gooses bridle.
From Wikipedia; A wigwam, wickiup or wetu is a domed room dwelling formerly used by certain Native American and Canadian First Nations tribes, and still used for ceremonial purposes. The term wickiup is generally used to label these kinds of dwellings in the Southwestern United States and West. Wigwam is usually applied to these structures in the Northeastern United States and Canada. Wetu is the Wampanoag term for a wigwam dwelling. The use of these terms can refer to many distinct types of Native American structures regardless of location or cultural group. The wigwam is not to be confused with the Native Plains tipi which has a very different construction, structure.

They were memorable days agreed, I remember in the 50's catching a bus with a .303 strapped over my shoulder going to Long Bay Rifle Range - That would certainly bring out the riot squad nowdays.

If a copper kicked us in the bum for mucking up - and we told Dad, we'd get it again.

We did a bit of demolition with penny bungers on Empire night.

Great times but we can't put the genie back in the bottle and we must learn to live in the New World created by all the do gooders and corruption of young minds by the never was and never will be brigade.

03_Troopy · Guru

I remember in the early 70's on Wednesday arvos, driving with a couple of mates from Laverton to Williamstown Rifle Range with three SLRs in the boot. All had empty mags and bolts were in the glovebox. Geez imagine how that would go down these days. Also a couple of years after that I bought a brand new Winchester 70A .243. Walked in, picked it out paid for it and took it home the same day.

Gundog · Guru

Ahhh those were the days.

We and a tray, a Zac, 2 Bob, Half a Crown, 10 Bob, a Quid, and a brick.

Cohn's soft drinks, Roundtree Hoadley Chocolates, Skipping Girl Vinegar

We swam in irriagation, channels wagged school, Girls were shiela's you addressed your mates parents as Mr and Mrs, said please and thank you.

We all had slug guns when you became 15 you got a 410 shotgun ( which Mum called a Snake Charmer)

We listen to Hop Harrigan, Bob Dyers BP Pick a Box, Life with Dexter on the Radio

Mum was a great cook, there was always home made biscuits, Cakes and slices in the cupboard, cream on the top of the milk, a bottle of cream was thick a smooth, not that runny muck now, Butter came from the local butter factory

Beer was 2 bob for a 26oz bottle, Porphery Pearl sparkling wine was 1 and 9 pence ( the shiela's liked that)

My is car was a Zepher Console

Gundog · Guru

I remember asking dad about something and he would reply "there as scares as rocking horse ****"

-- Edited by Gundog on Saturday 16th of May 2015 04:16:31 PM

HiAce98 · Veteran Member

Maybe you have to be male to think of them as good old days. I just remember half pay, no property rights, no single parent pension so you had to stay even if hubby blacked your eye after spending your housekeeping money at the pub. And heaven help you if you had the temerity to complain of abuse by your elders. Trying to make a meal out of scraps I wouldn't even expect the dog to live on nowadays. I could list a lot more features of the good old days that most of us choose not to remember, but I prefer to forget about it myself. We've never had it so good as we do now, the only thing missing is our youth!

Oh, and I didn't need to use large type cos unlike my father I can afford to see an optician and get reading glasses aww

HiAce98 · Veteran Member

Gundog wrote:

We all had slug guns when you became 15 you got a 410 shotgun ( which Mum called a Snake Charmer)

Mum was a great cook, there was always home made biscuits, Cakes and slices in the cupboard

My is car was a Zepher Console

Yep, and a mate got his head blown off when we were all out duck shooting, Mum had to work 18 hours a day to provide all those goodies and do all the other housework, unrestrained kids became missiles in a car crash, and I bet your Zephyr didn't have air conditioning smile

WobblyNut · Senior Member

hey HiAce . I had air con in th FJ.

Front ventilator open , both flipper windows open . 50miles an hour.

and ya had air-con.

aussietraveller · Guru

Some great memories are running through my mind whilst reading these posts I grew up at Brighton -Le -Sands and made heaps of pocket money by collecting empty bottles for the refund and then a paper run at St George hospital where the tips far exceeded the pay from the paper shop.
My first car was an Austin A40 followed by a Standard 10 and an Austin Cambridge.

Terrific memories

03_Troopy · Guru

Gundog wrote:
Ahhh those were the days.

We and a tray, a Zac, 2 Bob, Half a Crown, 10 Bob, a Quid, and a brick.

Cohn's soft drinks, Roundtree Hoadley Chocolates, Skipping Girl Vinegar

We swam in irriagation, channels wagged school, Girls were shiela's you addressed your mates parents as Mr and Mrs, said please and thank you.

We all had slug guns when you became 15 you got a 410 shotgun ( which Mum called a Snake Charmer)

We listen to Hop Harrigan, Bob Dyers BP Pick a Box, Life with Dexter on the Radio

Mum was a great cook, there was always home made biscuits, Cakes and slices in the cupboard, cream on the top of the milk, a bottle of cream was thick a smooth, not that runny muck now, Butter came from the local butter factory

Beer was 2 bob for a 26oz bottle, Porphery Pearl sparkling wine was 1 and 9 pence ( the shiela's liked that)

My is car was a Zepher Console

You drove one of these?

1937 Zenith 6S157 Zephyr Console tube radio.

zephyr console.jpg

Or one of these?

Ford Consul..

HiAce98 · Veteran Member

WobblyNut wrote:
hey HiAce . I had air con in th FJ.
Front ventilator open , both flipper windows open . 50miles an hour.
and ya had air-con.

much the same as I had in my '75 landcruiser, but that also had the luxury of those flipper vents at your feet (good for collecting more of that red dust biggrin )