CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL MY FRIENDS WHO WERE BORN IN THE

1930's 1940's, 50's, 60's


First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us and lived in houses made of asbestos. They took aspirin, ate blue cheese, raw egg products, loads of bacon and processed meat, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes or cervical cancer.


Then after that trauma, our baby cots were covered with bright coloured lead-based paints.


We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets or shoes, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking.


As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.


We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.


Take away food was limited to fish and chips, no pizza shops, McDonalds , KFC, Subway or Nandos.


Even though all the shops closed at 6.00pm and didn't open on the weekends, somehow we didn't starve to death!


We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.


We could collect old drink bottles and cash them in at the corner store and buy Toffees, Gobstoppers, Bubble Gum and some bangers to blow up frogs with.

We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank soft drinks with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight because......


WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!!


We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.


No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.


We would spend hours building our go-carts out of old prams and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. We built tree houses and dens and played in river beds with matchbox cars.


We did not have Playstations, Nintendo Wii , X-boxes, no video games at all, no 999 channels on SKY ,

no video/dvd films,

no mobile phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms..........WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!
We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no
Lawsuits from these accidents.
Only girls had pierced ears!
We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.
You could only buy Easter Eggs and Hot Cross Buns at Easter time...
We were given air guns and catapults for our 10th birthdays,
We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them!

Mum didn't have to go to work to help dad make ends meet!
RUGBY and CRICKET had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!! Getting into the team was based on

MERIT
Our teachers used to hit us with canes and gym shoes and bully's always ruled the playground at school.


The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of.

They actually sided with the law!
Our parents didn't invent stupid names for their kids like 'Kiora' and 'Blade' and 'Ridge' and 'Vanilla'

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO

DEAL WITH IT ALL !

And YOU are one of them!

CONGRATULATIONS!


You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated our lives for our own good.


And while you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave their parents were.

This all so true , it was the same for me growing up in the 70's too.

Thank you for putting this up shaunieboy :)

Lara x

Brilliant Shaunie...we also played all summer long with no factor 50 suncream....got burnt to a frazzle and spent days smacking each others backs.
we ate our chips out of old newspapers and took the paper home to use in the outside lavatory which was fed by lead pipes.
there were only 3 flavours of crisps and you could afford to start smoking at the age of 11 as 5 park drive cigs and a book of matches only cost 5p.

you could shoplift from the pic n mix at woolies to your hearts content as security guards were unheard of in shops.

Ah,,,those were indeed the days.

I have just remembered about the crisps, they came with the little salt bag in them :)
And all the sweets we used to get for 10p was brilliant.

shaunieboy

Great post..... :) bring back the good old days, they were fab.

A clip behind the ears from the local policeman did us no harm either, before being dragged home .

We were never bored!! It makes me smile when my 2 say they are bored.

I showed my daughter once how we used to make a chinese skipping rope out of rubberbands, there was just us two , so i used the drain pipe for the other set of legs, and she loved it!!! :)

whos gonna point out its a ridiculously one-sided, unfair view of things?
hardly any of that stuff youre inferring about the modern-day is true

cmon boozy..they never had rubber bands when you were a kid
they were only invented in the 30's.

too many bloody minded do-gooders these days, wanting to force the world to be namby-pamby like them.
shame on the world for giving them a snippet of credence. bring back mud pies and a swift kick in the pants, i say.... oh and perry como.

Seen this loads of times but how true it is. Good post.

haha brilliant, you have jus described my childhood except it was the 90s in good old conemara in ireland........

gegs...lol i will give you that one for now, but revenge is sweet
duck :)

ynot

My dad used to make us listen to Perry Como all weekend on the record player.... 33 1/3 rpm, fluff was taken off the needle, turntable started up, and there would be a sudden burst of... 'hot diggity, dog diggity oh what you do to me' :)

And dont get me started about Val Doonican..that was our Saturday evening entertainment,
We sat there for a while and waited for the T.V to warm up, then woohoo Val appeared, loved the sweaters :)

Telly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!....Luxury....

we had to sit through Family Favourites and Sing Something Simple on the wireless....

cycling 10 miles to fish a pond ,all night, with a large bottle of cider from the offy (glass) for .37p, at the age of 12,tom and jerry ONCE a week

nice one gudge.....

camping in the local park with a bottle of water and a sauce butty

Just for you gegs.... sit with your lucky bag and reminisce about the

The Cliff Adams Singers - Sing Something Simple

Whilst you listen i will get on the campaign trail to get bread put back in wax paper. Mum used to save the wrappers and there was nothing finer....to make us whiz down the slide at record speed. :)

mum going to jumble sales to buy 3p sweaters she could unravel to make us new ones. Short pants, even at 11 so your legs wouldn't go white. Chafing from welly tops worn in the snow with short pants. White dog poo..... but only on grass (even the dogs knew their place).
11 plus. Buying single ciggies for dad until tomorrow's payday. Airgun battles, gang wars, chucking old 78s at each other, hoping that decapitation would ensue. Proper trifles on Sunday and a sip of jubilee from dad's glass when he fell asleep.
Girls called Dierdre and boys called Raymond. Brown faces a source of fascination rather than derision.
Having to wait 6 weeks before an inside feel.
Selling oily wood.
You've got me going now. Memories, rose tinted glasses and an innate ability to block out the negative persist.
Good thread. (which was always summat to do with cotton)

And these were pop icons

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=62M_odE813A

lmao luv em all

girls called Dierdre and boys called Raymond - ha ha ha ha ha

inside feel - lmfao

keep it going please oldies

cat x

Up early sat morn if its snowing build an igloo or if its deep build some tunnels then get some of my sisters mates in & av a rude show, then go home av some dinner then get my chopper out ( lmfao ) & go for a skid about somewhere ,then go home for tea get my stash of bangers & throw em outside an enemys ( or anyone else's ) house or build a guy & take it outside club see if u can get 26p for 10 no'6 & 2p for a box of matches then get up early sunday morning get your honda c90 out go for a scramble then climb up on top of gasometer see if you can get a barn owls egg without dying

Now thats entertainment :)

6 weeks for an inside feel????????????
shameless hussy.....
Beverley taggart took 3 months and the i was gutted to sample the delights of kleenex in her cup....no fillets in them days...lmao

Lmao Gegs kleenex & fillets class.....
What about when you could fasten your pants say i,ll ring you tomorrow & not get busted with txt messages every day ?
Ahhh...... sheer bliss

cheers ken....remember the days before "frontloaders"?
clumsy thumbs and fingers...hehe....
its all too easy nowadays....so i believe....

OMG...just got memories of last slowy flooding back at school disco...
10cc...i'm not in love....should i try to kiss her or not?...the pain...the uncertainty....f***.the records finished and lights are on...too late...

Thank you Shaunie for bringing back such great memories, especially eating of worms (i loved doing that)

Man so many memories Lmao. You all look in wonder, but they were all true. So many classics, barn owl eggs, 6 weeks for inside feel and Kleenex.

Kissing back of hand to practice before taking first lass out. Fighting with sisters for dads overcoat to put on bed. Icicles on inside of windows. Bus conductors. Making firelighters out of newspapers. Football matches and pouring oxo into top of meat pie at half time.

Does anyone remember the strap on roller skates that fitted over your shoes, Rag Tag and Bobtail on tv, making a rope swing on a lamppost, the rag and bone man and round our way we used to catch bees in a jam jar to prove how brave we were.

Egg you only see white dog poo when you are a kid

collecting ice lolly sticks and the making flying saucers out of them using the bubbling tar off the road as adhesive in summer.
peashooters and spud guns.
kick the can,allaleo,stuck in the mud and "all in for war".
going to the travelling fair and winning a goldfish that was dead before you got home.....

OMG...heres one....putting brown sauce on a lovebite in a vain attempt to get rid of it before you got home. Who invented that load of tosh?

What about getting a mate to give ya a love bite because you couldn't get a lass to and didn't want to stick out like a sore thumb?
Outdoor lavvies with newspaper on a nail till we moved upmarket and bought izal.
Toys: Jonny 7
Cars: Bond Bug and chopper bikes (again - funny how the word chopper makes one smile)
Rubber buttons on liberty bodices
Dancing like a fool to Motown to impress the girls - this was later turned into the cult that is northern soul http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QfOS8rYS6Dk
TV: Andy Pandy and watch with mother. Four feather falls. Stingray and fireball XL5
Winkle pickers and chisel toes
Teddy boys, mods and rockers. Flick knives and chains (we knew how to have fun)
Food: Tripe with lashings of salt and vinegar - never see it these days
Ciggies. Capstan full strength, Woodbine, Nelson Navy Cut, Players number 6.
Drink: Watneys Red Barrel, Tartan Bitter,
fashion: Loons, Platforms, Oxford Bags, Sta press

Girls called Gladys and boys named Geoffrey

I could go on ad nauseam but loving the posts on this thread

Leder hosen......marching into poland - ooooops a bit of my heritage I shouldn't have posted here.

Kennedy - grassy knoll
Napalm
Martin Luther King
Jane Russell
Norma Jean
Rat Pack

What is this pandora's box you've opened shaunie?