More good ole day's

[Roland]

HOW TRUE IS THIS!!!!

According to today's regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who were kids in the 50's, 60's, and 70's probably shouldn't have survived, Why?Because our baby cots were covered with brightly coloured lead-based paint which was promptly chewed and licked.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, or latches on doors or cabinets and it was fine to play with pans.

When we rode our bikes, we wore no helmets, just flip flops and fluorescent clackers' on our wheels. ..if afforded. As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags. Riding in the passenger seat was a treat. We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle - funny tasted the same.

We ate dripping sandwiches, bread and butter pudding and drank fizzy pop with sugar in it, but we were never overweight because we were always outside playing. We shared one drink with four friends, from one bottle or can and no one actually died from this.

We would spend hours building go-carts out of scraps and then went top speed down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes.

After running into stinging nettles a few times, we learned to solve the problem. We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back before it got dark. No one was able to reach us all day and no one minded.

We did not have Playstations or X-Boxes, no video games at all. No 99 channels on TV, no videotape movies, no surround sound, no mobile phones, no personal computers, no Internet chat rooms. We had friends - we went outside and found them.

We played elastics and street rounders, and sometimes that ball really hurt.

We fell out of trees, got cut and broke bones and teeth, and there were no lawsuits. They were accidents. We learnt not to do the same thing

again. We had fights, punched each other hard and got black and blue - we earned to get over it.

We walked to friend's homes. We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and ate live stuff, and although we were told it would happen, we did not have very many eyes out, nor did the live stuff live inside us forever. We rode bikes in packs of 7 and wore our coats by only the hood. Our actions were our own. Consequences were expected. The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law. Imagine that!

This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers and problem solvers and inventors, ever. The past 50 years have been an explosion

of innovation and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all. And you're

one of them. Congratulations!

Pass this on to others who have had the luck to grow up as real kids, before lawyers and government regulated our lives, for our own good.

If you aren't old enough, thought you might like to read about us. And that is just the starters....

[Guest TAMMY_1]

 

 

 

 

 

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[jimmy white]

how true is this roland,,, very true indeed :)

[birdman55678]

Different times, different needs and different ways.  Ed  

[PIGEON_MAN]

Nearly all correct Roland,We didn,t have a telly for along time but i have got 10 brothers and sisters?I drank my water from out of streams and springs coming out the hills,and those dripping sandwiches on bread you cut yourself about 2 inches thick would last ya all day until you came home at night.It was allways bread pudding for me,spotted dick with heaps of tate and lyle treacle on,rabbit stews and dumplings,freshly caught on the hills (the rabbits that is)

those were the days hey,how did we ever survive?

[jimmy white]

yep bang on tony,,

   ;D ;D  when we were sleeping 4 to a bed 2 at the top and 2 at the bottom  ;D ;D

    ;D ;D and the worst of it was two of us were bed wetters ,,,,when someone asked me what end of the bed i slept in ,,,, i said the shallow end ;D ;D ;D ;D

[Roland]

There Tams been at it again and made himself tired ...

[Roland]

Lol Jimmy, called Heads and Toes here... Five of us boys once in one bed, and just the one piddler... golly was it awful to realise it was sweat lol ... Moan and shout whatever, Dad just promised things would change... they did eventually lol.Sisters got married and a scramble for the new bed... but it was an age thing so I lost out ever time being in the middle aged boy. Either too old, or too young. By golly and couldn't wait for them hand me down clothes lol.

Cardboard placed in the shoes before school ... meant it had worn through by the time we got there lol.

[PIGEON_MAN]

 

Cardboard placed in the shoes before school ... meant it had worn through by the time we got there lol.

 

Forgot that one roland but it,s jogged the memory for something else,how about the pair of odd socks worn on ya hands in the cold weather,oh happy days.LOL.

[Roland]

Great ... remember when the lady went to the Jumble - which was a rugular occurrence taking upto a shilling even - and bought 6 girls bury's ... which they wore as knickers lol .. Did the hand stands against the wall with skirts tucked in, was never mentioned - to them lol

I never knew what under pants were to our father got some thick wollens ones of the american air base ... aged 11.

Table was turned up and the chairs and - suprisingly always had one - table cloth used for war games, dens etc. etc. Made rush to put back before tea ... which was bought in on tea plates, sarnies cut into foue squares. Rule was, and held to,  that you could only hold one in each hand ... 'Yuk Mum that was peanut butter and you know I hate that, rather go with out , for one never new what was in them till all gone done. Had - from some jumble sales a couple of paint tins bought ... when staying in and nothing to do, why mum would cut a bit of her hair of and wrap it around a match stick with cotton, 'Ther don't bother me paint!'

Stale bread with milk called slops, often gone or gone sour... then a mite of treacle added. Then the dreaded Evapourated milk was watered down, a to save costs or milk had run out, even Nestle cream blended with water.

Yes was up early end of Fe to collect duck eggs, the ole cane with a spoon down the end and binded... no one has ever tasted an egg till they;ve had a Moorhens egg,  - Coots not half as good, a swan egg was for four it filled the pan Every egg blown into a cup and emptied into the pan. Rooks, Blackbirds, any fress egg lol. Patches upon patches on school trousers, and a 'Sunday Best'. And bath nights! will post later lol

[jimmy white]

;D ;D ;D a brick heated up in the gas oven with a cloth round it for a hot water bottle ;D ;D ;D  when it got cold you inadvertantly slipped it out the bed with your feet , wakening the whole house ,and just about going through the floor boards,, making our own club up, and running or cycling to a centre point with the old rubber ring, and someone sticking a cane out from beneath a hedge through the spokes,, over the handle bars you went , same person is racing today ;D ;D ;D,,but all good fun  ;D ;D ;D ;D

[Roland]

Yes we were the 'Gas Work Gang' and also Londoners evacuee's well dislikes, but we fought them all and never once lost, The Highfield Rd Gag, Cedars, Islips China town etc. even when they all clubbed togethe we clobbered them lol. Use to walk 2/3 miles or more to another village to swim in their locks, challenged Cricket and athlectics... walked 2 and a 1/2 miles to woodford agross the fields in the snow, drifts galore, set out at 8 30 and gothere about eleven, had to clear the snow from the lines on the pitch to see ... now they want a lift / picking up to go a couple of hundred yards. And by golly when that football came over!, dubbined or not, it wieght a ton lol and you were terrified you was going to catch the lace, and I' m sure the neck went into yer shoulders lol.

[Diamond dave]

Oh Happy days,

Frost on the insides of the windows.

We must have been better off than you, cos we had lemonade bottles filled with hot water as a hot water bottle.

Hand me downs - when my older brother wore the elbows out of his shirts my mum would cut them down as short sleeved shirts (all mine were short sleeved).

Never had a pair of long trousers til I was fourteen in case I wore out the knees.

Remember once me mum made me a pair of swimming trunks out of an old bed spread, - got in the swimming pool - and all the dye came out of them!

Remember your socks being darned!!!!!?

- You lot are showing your age..............

[andy]

HOW TRUE IS THIS!!!!

According to today's regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who were kids in the 50's, 60's, and 70's probably shouldn't have survived, Why?Because our baby cots were covered with brightly coloured lead-based paint which was promptly chewed and licked.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, or latches on doors or cabinets and it was fine to play with pans.

When we rode our bikes, we wore no helmets, just flip flops and fluorescent clackers' on our wheels. ..if afforded. As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags. Riding in the passenger seat was a treat. We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle - funny tasted the same.

We ate dripping sandwiches, bread and butter pudding and drank fizzy pop with sugar in it, but we were never overweight because we were always outside playing. We shared one drink with four friends, from one bottle or can and no one actually died from this.

We would spend hours building go-carts out of scraps and then went top speed down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes.

After running into stinging nettles a few times, we learned to solve the problem. We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back before it got dark. No one was able to reach us all day and no one minded.

We did not have Playstations or X-Boxes, no video games at all. No 99 channels on TV, no videotape movies, no surround sound, no mobile phones, no personal computers, no Internet chat rooms. We had friends - we went outside and found them.

We played elastics and street rounders, and sometimes that ball really hurt.

We fell out of trees, got cut and broke bones and teeth, and there were no lawsuits. They were accidents. We learnt not to do the same thing

again. We had fights, punched each other hard and got black and blue - we earned to get over it.

We walked to friend's homes. We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and ate live stuff, and although we were told it would happen, we did not have very many eyes out, nor did the live stuff live inside us forever. We rode bikes in packs of 7 and wore our coats by only the hood. Our actions were our own. Consequences were expected. The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law. Imagine that!

This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers and problem solvers and inventors, ever. The past 50 years have been an explosion

of innovation and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all. And you're

one of them. Congratulations!

Pass this on to others who have had the luck to grow up as real kids, before lawyers and government regulated our lives, for our own good.

If you aren't old enough, thought you might like to read about us. And that is just the starters....

 

FANTASTIC...........

[Roland]

Yeah Diamond, they were diamond days. Yes and if any wool was spare some socks were given a extra lay when new to make them last longer ... mine seemed to always be stuck around my toes in the welly gogs lol.

Stunk of Fat - any fat as goose was rare - in the winter, and did it stick to the skin to keep out the cold! ... and vinegar to combat the sun in summer... Golly never needed after shave or deodrants in them days.

All bikes were made up from the tips... and the odd bit bought on tick.

[Roland]

Now bath night were … bad lol. Saturday all boys and dad out the house till 7 as the girls were to take a bath before going courting. Sunday was boy’s bath night. Now the bath was an old tin one kept upside down on the coal shed. Was brought down and us boys wore frowns that our feet ripped over. The floor of this battered old contraption had al kind and sizes of bolt sticking up! Yes two washers a bolt to stop the leaks … had to have the bolts sticking upwards inside so it didn’t scratch the table … which was a pointless mission any lol. Heating the four pans on the gas stove meant costs. So it was lads line up naked, hands over nuts all trying to be last…  and boy was it cold lol. First up was being warned not to piddle himself or he’ll get a flipping slap … that didn’t help either. Dad was waiting with a wet sloppy flannel; and a bar carbonate soap ready. Splash and it was up and in your face, feet walking a minefield of bolt sticking between your toes and digging in the heels, Yer move sharp trying to hide your privates, Dad would snap ‘You little Bl**der keep still, and ‘You dare pee… then a slap on the *expletive removed* and all hell broke lose between the slaps, freezing cold, and then you’d pee … ole lord it would trickle not matter how you squirmed, the you was out and dad screaming for the next, In your dash up the chair onto the table and a blood stain flannel freezing cold with a reddish blood complexion was slapped in your mush before you could place your feet between the spikes… the other nervously laughing  - trying not to show fear, wait their turn… then mum shooting in with a pan of hot water which was pour in as you tried to miss that hot and the spikes… No one wanted to be first … then all seemed to realise the state of the water and wanted to be first! Oh wouldn’t have missed it for the world lol.

We progressed and dad built a bathroom onto the house, dug out the channels and plumed it into the sewer mains … never asked permission, ands that caused a long running battle with the council. But it was never changed so they gave up, or thought he couldn’t understand lol.

N0w we was the talk of the street, No electric still yet, just the ole candles and Gas Mantle, but a proper bath room and real bath. But never ever did any one buy a plug for it. We used anything and everything to bung it up to stop it leaking water. A quick wash was just that, as the water would have been gone in no time lol. Likewise the sinks, and my sister still recalls when she was first married that her husband and her were going through what was needed in their new home. Well when he said ‘Plugs for the sink and bath she argued that they weren’t a necessity, and for the cost of them there was far more important things to buy! But he was adamant, so she asked well can we really afford the, them being so dear … she thought it was the cost that had prevented us having plugs lol… We’d and many others would have been put in a home today lol!

[friendsloft]

I grew up in the 60s g8 25aside football on the reck, cricket in the summer. if you gave anybody any lip,you got aclip round the ear and if you went and told your mum you got another for giving cheek, always remember the local foof bobby,mr Burgess no one ever gave him any cheek,if you knew what was good for you, he knew who you were where you lived and who your mum and dad were, happy days. :)

[Roland]

Now being of a ‘Londoners’ meant many gauntlets were run nigh most days by us kids … Well there was an ole busy body called Mrs Emery, well we often spoke of her as Mrs Sandpaper to our mum, so Mum was, naturally, convinced that that was her real name, a Mrs Sandpaper. As none of the locals spoke to our mum, mum was reliant on our word of course. Now would we tease this  Mrs Emery rotten, and she would rage behind us threatening assorts … oh how she hated being called Mrs Sandpaper… Now this was the only time she’d speak to our mum… to complain about us kids. Now mum asked her, Do they say ‘Good morning Mrs sandpaper… Well the poor woman would splutter yes but… Mum took no prisoner and didn’t suffer fools gladly, and to her this woman was most definite nuts… and Mum would, go away you silly woman, if that’s your name you should be use to it now… or change. Then after another short protest mum always finished ‘Now Mrs Sandpaper you are being foolish … when they aren’t polite to you or call you names tell, until then Mrs Sandpaper go away and stop aggravating me’. Lol Mum die believing that woman was a silly touched person called Mrs Sandpaper.

[Beanz]

I was born in 1959 and when I was growing up, not many paedophiles, not much of a  drugs problem, nobody waiting in dark alleys to mug old folk or breaking in their homes to murder them, also if you were caught doing anything wrong by the boys in blue you got a clip round the ear and you knew you dare not go home and tell your dad as he would make sure you did not sit down for a week, namby pamby goverments bringing in laws that make it impossible for you to discipline your own kids everything now has to be so clean that there is little or no resistance to germs ( getting the same in pigeons ) kids used to sit in the streets and make mud pies and taste them too, never did them any harm, at the end of the day all these things have been brought in to fleece you of your hard earned cash.  

[Roland]

Yep, mud pies were the way to build up an resistance, and immne your system.

[jimmy white]

mother used to buy all our cloths from the army and navy stores,, we looked rediculous going to school like   wee japanese admirals ;D ;D ;D ;D

 

and remember the ration books , i remember the tail end of them , only allowed so much this and so much that ,and when your ration was up ,that was it,,, no more sweets,, we kept chickens and a neighbour was a trawlerman ,  we used to swap eggs for fish  [real eggs] best of feeding,, no telly , all outside games , even the shells were kept for pigeon grit, but have to admit it does make you smile when you look back as a kid , happy carefree times

[Guest TAMMY_1]

but racing pigeons is better now

[westy]

well these days much have changed but still i like doing things others would not do, like this saturday me and my mate are sleeping in the garden in my new pen as it is a xmas present oviously with no pigeons in it i have playstations ect ect but i like it the old way i have drove peddle bikes with no breaks and i have drove motorbikes with out a helmet so much has not changed i say girls have changed over the years my sister would spend ages tarting her self up and look no different and my nan would say what a waste of time my dad would say no climbing high say to the roof but my nan would say carrie on like i did the other day to put xmas ligths up, so i would say much has not changed.

[Wiley]

i have drove peddle bikes with no breaks and i have drove motorbikes with out a helmet so much has not changed.

 

Lol your mad mate lol they did have helmets in the old days you know lol. Id get on a moped scooter without a helmet as there slow little things but motorbikes its a differet story.

 

 

[friendsloft]

We may not have had much money, but we were happy had alot of fun along the way respected are elders.