@lind9650 wrote:
I remember when telephones were on Street corners and you needed coins to call someone. Not everyone had a telephone in their home. One visited friends and family to hae a cuppa and a chat face to face.
I remember when the Bakers cart came every morning to deliver the fresh bread and rolls that people ordered by leaving a note and the money in a bread tin on the front verandah.
The Milko delivered the same way. Milk and cream in separate continers with the order written on a piece of paper and the money stuck inside of the billy can.
I remember when almost everyone had a job and thought it was for the rest of their life. When credit was not thrown at people regardless of their ability to repay a loan. One had to have a certificate from their employer that they had a permanent job, other factors were considered about a persons living expenses, before the Bank considered how much one could afford on repayments.
I remember when courtesy was a norm. Young people would offer a seat on a bus or train to an elderly person or a visibly pregnant woman. I remember when PLEASE and THANK YOU were inbred in peoples minds and young girls never used foul language in public for fear to sully their reputation.
I remember an awful lot of things, Good and bad, but then again, I am an old woman that does not like to wallow in the past. Today is today, tomorrow the world will change again. Perhaps for something better, perhaps for another slide down hill. I remember many things that were better then, but progress has changed the world. Not always for the better.
Erica
But lindt, you are also friends/friendly with several transexuals, are you not? You know "back in your day" befriending such a person would have sullied your reputation more than bad language in public - correct?
Yes, alot of what you describe sounds nice, but we tend to romanticise the past: we remember the baker's cart but forget the stench of horse dung - remember fresh milk delivered but forget the taste of milk not adequately refrigerated. We chatted face to face with neighbours but yet never knew the bank-manager-father-of-the-house was molesting his youngest daughter.
We remember telephones on every street corners but forget the drunken louts on the very same corners who would terrorise any young women who passed. We remember the jobs for life but forget how much we hated them day in and day out. We remember the smiles and polite courtesy in public but never heard the cutting remarks behind our backs.
Human nature has not changed that much - there is just more freedom for expression today and because of this, people like your trans-gendered friends aren't as likely to kill themselves nor as likely get murdered.
It's nice to remember the past, but we are all guilty at times of seeing it through rose coloured glasses.
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