December 15th, 2008

The Good Old Days (v2)

Posted in The Job - General by 200

Over the last 3 years I’ve blogged about lots of events throughout my 30 year career.

I received the below in an email recently, it’s not my work but I thought it would be fun to share (for those who are not on people’s email mass distribution lists)

DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN…?
It took five minutes for the TV to warm up?
Nearly  everyone’s Mum was at home when they got home from school?
Nobody owned a purebred dog?
When a shilling a week was decent pocket money?
White dog poo in the street?
You only had to be home when the street lights came on?

Your Mum wore stockings that came in two pieces?
All your male teachers wore ties
Female teachers had their hair done every day and wore high heels?
You got your windscreen cleaned, oil checked, and petrol pumped, without asking, all for free, every time!

Cereals had free toys hidden inside the box?
It was considered a great privilege to be taken out to dinner at a real restaurant with your parents?
Schools threatened to keep kids back a year if they failed. . .and they did?
When a Ford Capri was everyone’s dream car?
No one ever asked where the car keys were because they were always in the car, in the ignition, and the doors were never locked?

Lying on your back in the grass with your friends and saying things like, “That cloud looks like a… “
Playing footy and cricket with no adults to help kids with the rules of the game?
Stuff from the shop came without safety caps and hermetic seals because no one had yet tried to poison a perfect stranger?
When being sent to the headmaster’s office was nothing compared to the fate that awaited you if your parents heard that you had been sent to the headmaster?

And with all our progress, don’t you just wish, just once, you could slip back in time and savour the slower pace, and share it with the children of today?
Basically we were in fear for our lives, but it wasn’t because of drive-by shootings, drugs, gangs, etc.
Our parents and grandparents were a much Bigger threat!
But we survived because their love was greater than the threat.

Send this on to someone who can still remember Laurel and Hardy, The Famous Five, Secret Seven, Biggles, the Lone Ranger, Phantom, Roy Rogers and Trigger at the flicks.
As well as summers filled  with bike rides, cricket games, Hula Hoops, monkey bars, Frozen jubblies, visits to the  beach and lemonade
powder.
Didn’t that feel good, just to go back and say,
“Yeah, I remember that”?

I am sharing this with you today because it ended with a double dare to pass it on.
To remember what a double dare is, read on.
And remember that the perfect age is somewhere between old enough to know better and too young to care.

How many of these do you remember?
Sweet cigarettes,
pogo sticks,
marbles,
Home milk delivery in glass bottles with foil tops
Newsreels before the movie
Sandshoes/Desert wellies
Four digit Telephone numbers
Press button A then button B
45 RPM records
Hi-Fi s
Metal ice cubes trays

Mimeograph paper
Spud guns
Ford Capris
Twin Tubs
Izal toilet paper
Reel-To-Reel tape recorders
houses made of cards
Meccano Sets
Anglo/Bazooka Joe pink bubble gum
MoJos/black jacks/fruit salads
Two bob for a gallon of petrol

Do you remember a time when…
Decisions were made by “eeny-meeny-miney-mo”?
“Race issue” meant arguing about who ran the fastest?
It wasn’t odd to have two or three “Best Friends”?
The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was “boy or girl germs”?
Having a weapon in school meant being caught with a catapult?
There were no Saturday morning cartoons with 30-minute adverts for action figures?
Spinning around, getting dizzy, and falling down was cause for giggles?

The worst embarrassment was being caught playing doctors and nurses by your parents

Putting playing cards in the spokes
transformed any bike into a motorcycle?
Taking drugs meant the Polio injection in school
Nitty Nora
Water balloons were the ultimate weapon?

If you can remember most or all of these, then you have lived!!!!!!!

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16 comments

  1. bill says:

    Yes, I’ve lived!

    Sorry. I mean, “been there, done that.”

    December 16th, 2008 at 09:39

  2. Log Entry says:

    Brilliant. It may be gilding the lily to suggest the addition of Flash Gordon, Clay People and the incredibly risky sherbert with liquorice straw to ensure bronchial deposition.

    Social position was measured by the best throwing arrow; swimming next to Polio warning signs; a sackful of conkers/marbles; a yard high stack of comics or a crystal set with headphones. The achievers were the modern equivalent of ‘ice cool’.

    December 16th, 2008 at 10:27

  3. Stonehead says:

    Add to that saving pocket money for weeks to to buy Airfix models, with the aircraft hanging from the ceiling.

    And Scouts wore proper, ironed uniforms with sheath knives on their belts.

    Oh, and you wore your best, and only, suit to both your wedding and your funeral.

    December 16th, 2008 at 10:37

  4. R/T says:

    Not quite as old as soem of you {:-)} but I remember most of those. I also remember learning to drive in a lime green, S reg, 2 litre Opel Ascona which I thought was just the dogs. Oh – and “Children’s Film Foundation” films at the community centre on Saturday mornings. And sand trays in the classroom. And painting the ’73 Junior School Christmas mural with Caroline Davies!!

    December 16th, 2008 at 16:24

  5. R/T says:

    Oh yes – and when top hats didn’t weigh about 5lbs!!

    December 16th, 2008 at 16:25

  6. Tony F says:

    Ahem, I still have a Capri……

    December 16th, 2008 at 19:33

  7. Todd says:

    …and coming home from school to watch “The Singing Ringing Tree” !

    December 16th, 2008 at 20:30

  8. Core blimey says:

    And searching the local tip to find an old pram in order to make a cart, then spending ages wondering how to get the wheels off. Cadging old inner tubes from the garage, cutting them into elastic bands to fire from a gun made out of two pieces of 4×4 and a nail. TV? What was that. Flicking cigarette cards against the wall, and playing marbles in the grids in the school play ground. [1950-60]

    December 16th, 2008 at 21:28

  9. bill says:

    Cor blimey, flicking fag PACKETS, surely?

    Cigarette cards were a form of currency!

    …And nobody has mentioned bending their Mum’s spoons in order to repare a bicycle puncture.

    Or how we pooled our dinner money to buy Lady Chattersley’s Lover.

    December 16th, 2008 at 23:44

  10. bill says:

    Cor blimey, flicking fag PACKETS, surely?

    Cigarette cards were a form of currency!

    …And nobody has mentioned bending their Mum’s spoons in order to repare a bicycle puncture.

    Or how we pooled our dinner money to buy Lady Chatterley’s Lover.

    December 16th, 2008 at 23:45

  11. Si says:

    Born in ’85 and I remember 1/2 those things!

    But white dog poo??

    December 16th, 2008 at 23:57

  12. ginger says:

    Begat in the vintage year of 1961. Remember all except the Button A & B phone boxes and newsreels before the film.

    What about actually walking to school without fear of abduction (just of being run over).
    Saturday morning pictures when the cinema usher shouted “all you kids get your feet off the seats” – red rag to a bull.
    Going swimming with your mates early on Sunday morning.
    Saturday jobs if you wanted any money to spend.
    10 Number 6 cost 12p.
    The chubby kids being in the minority.
    Leather patches on your school blazer elbows.
    Trousers your mum said you’d grow into (I still haven’t).
    Decorative patches sewn onto your jeans.
    The nearest thing to joy riding was giving your mate a lift on your bike handlebars.
    Sunday night bath time, after which watching The Saint, The Brothers, Colditz, Paul Temple or whatever was on at 7.25pm on BBC.
    Only 3 tv channels – including BBC2 which only had OU progs with a wierd, skinny, balding bloke with long hair and glasses, wearing skin-tight jeans and talking with a lisp about astrophysics.

    December 17th, 2008 at 10:32

  13. getting old says:

    where did we go wrong

    December 17th, 2008 at 21:23

  14. Tony F says:

    “where did we go wrong”

    :-(

    December 17th, 2008 at 23:56

  15. R/T says:

    GO and TF – about 20-odd years ago.

    December 20th, 2008 at 20:28

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