To Richo,

I had the cottonreel given to be by the nuns in school. It was called Tomboy stitch. I remember I made a tubular chain that I had no use for until my dad needed a string to hold up his pj's.

What a great idea for pjs terra.. never thought of that.

Here's some memories I received by email today:-

Thought you may like to see how old you really are!!!!

Bring back any memories? 

Someone asked the other day, 'What was your favourite 'fast food' when you were growing up?' 'We didn't have fast food when I was growing up,' I informed him. 'All the food was slow.' 'C'mon, seriously.. Where did you eat?' 'It was a place called 'home,'' I explained.! 'Mum cooked every day and when Dad got home from work, we sat down together at the dining room table, and if I didn't like what she put on my plate, I was allowed to sit there until I did like it.'

By this time, the lad was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn't tell him the part about how I had to have permission to leave the table.

But here are some other things I would have told him about my childhood if I'd figured his system could have handled it:

Some parents NEVER owned their own house, wore jeans, set foot on a golf course, travelled out of the country or had a credit card.

My parents never drove me to school... I had a bicycle that weighed probably 50 pounds, and only had one speed (slow).

We didn't have a television in our house until I was 10. It was, of course, black and white, and the station went off the air at 10 PM, after playing the national anthem and epilogue; it came back on the air at about 6 am. And there was usually a locally produced news and farm show on, featuring local people...

Pizzas were not delivered to our home... But milk was.

All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered newspapers --My brother delivered a newspaper, seven days a week. He had to get up at 6am every morning.

Film stars kissed with their mouths shut. At least, they did in the films. There were no movie ratings because all movies were responsibly produced for everyone to enjoy viewing, without profanity or violence or almost anything offensive.

If you grew up in a generation before there was fast food, you may want to share some of these memories with your children or grandchildren. Just don't blame me if they bust a gut laughing. 

Growing up isn't what it used to be, is it?

MEMORIES from a friend:
My Dad is cleaning out my grandmother's house (she died in December) and he brought me an old lemonade bottle. In the bottle top was a stopper with a bunch of holes in it. I knew immediately what it was, but my daughter had no idea. She thought they had tried to make it a salt shaker or something. I knew it as the bottle that sat on the end of the ironing board to 'sprinkle' clothes with because we didn't have steam irons. Man, I am old.

How many do you remember? 
Headlight dip-switches on the floor of the car.
Ignition switches on the dashboard.
Trouser leg clips for bicycles without chain guards. 
Soldering irons you heated on a gas burner.
Using hand signals for cars without turn indicators. 

Older Than Dirt Quiz:
Count all the ones that you remember, not the ones you were told about. Ratings at the bottom

1. Sweet cigarettes
2. Coffee shops with juke boxes 
3. Home milk delivery in glass bottles 
4. Party lines on the telephone
5. Newsreels before the movie 
6. TV test patterns that came on at night after the last show and were there until TV shows started again in the morning. (There were only 2 channels [if you were fortunate])
7. Peashooters 
8. 33 rpm records
9. 45 RPM records
10. Hi-fi's
11. Metal ice trays with levers
12. Blue flashbulb
13. Cork popguns 
14. Wash tub wringers

15. 78 rpm records

If you remembered 0-3 = You're still young
If you remembered 3-6 = You are getting older
If you remembered 7-10 = Don't tell your age
If you remembered 11-14 = You're positively ancient! 

I must be 'positively ancient' but those memories are some of the best parts of my life.

Don't forget to pass this along!! Especially to all you’re really OLD (but precious) friends....I just did!!!!!!!!!

(PS. I used a large type face so you could read it easily)

Yes I'm positively ancient - I remember them all :^O

Yes I'm positively ancient - I remember them all

Me too

I remember the Milk Bars with Juke Boxes.

Hi Darki,  you can add these to the list too...

Children didn't speak to an adult until they were spoken to.

School classes of 45 well behaved students, where you put up your hand for permission to speak.

Addressing adults as Miss/Mrs/Mr.  But if they were family friends you called them Aunty Alice or Uncle Bill.

I can remember neighbourhood Picnic Days, when a lorry would pick up the all  kids who would sit on the big open tray at the back.....with strict instructions not to dangle our legs over the edge.....and off we would go to the picnic area.  Never ever had a mishap.  Few people had cars in those days....hence the lorry.

And it was legal to hit school kids by teachers.  I remember 4th class was an absolute misery for me.  Nearly every day my male teacher would pick on me and get me to hold out my hand and he would then whack it a couple of times with a wooden ruler.

Pig.

School classes of 45 well behaved students, where you put up your hand for permission to speak. Addressing adults as Miss/Mrs/Mr.  But if they were family friends you called them Aunty Alice or Uncle Bill.

My grandmother was an Infants School teacher and used to teach the "dunces" class.  These days it would be a Remedial Class, but the only concession she had was to have a small class of about 35-40 students.  From being barely literate in Second Class, many of her students went on to do university degrees.

And I well remember my Aunties and Uncles.....I was an only child of only children so had no "real" Aunties and Uncles but I sure sent a lot of Christmas cards over the years to my adopted Aunts and Uncles.  Most of them are gone now, but I still send a card to the widow of the GP that I went to as a child, addressing her as Auntie.  I am 67 and she must be nearing 90 now...old habits die hard.

My next door neighbour was about my parents age when I moved in here.  Even though she asked me to call her by her first name I could never do so.  Till the day she died I was calling her "Mrs J".  We used to laugh about it, but she respected that I was uncomfortable using her first name.

Thanks Darki

Its been raining here and the veggie garden is looking good.

I have been outside jumping on the snails.

goodnight everyone 🙂

I thought today was a bad day but turned out to be a good one.

You never can tell 🙂

I hope you are well and happy

nite!

🙂

Just visited your thread beani 🙂

It takes a bit to get us all recalling things doesn't it.  So much has changed over the years that it is hard to remember the things we had back then or the things we did.

Where did manners go?  Why are children now 'respected' and not 'taught'?  They have to have 'their own space', what's that all about?

They're kids, they have to be taught or they turn into wild things that no one can do anything with X-(

It's the potential in the kids that is being destroyed.  So often wild kids on the dole could have done so much more if they had had the proper training... sigh.. I'll get off my soap box 😞

Don't get off your soapbox Darkie.....just move over so we can join you.  I think most of our generation feel the way you do.:-x

I remember when my eldest daughter started high school (1980). It was just at the time of the Children's Rights movement.  She arrived home spouting forth about how children had the Right to do this and that.  I listened politely, all the while getting more and more annoyed...here was a not yet 12 year old telling me all about her rights, and apparently parents had none.

After she had her say I turned to her and very quietly told her that while she was living under my roof and I was paying for her food, clothing and education the only rights she had was what I said she had.

She was well aware by this age that when I stated anything calmly and quietly it was not much use arguing with me.:^O

Once I sorted out her Rights with her, we had a rather uneventful journey through high school, which is more than I can say for some of the parents who actually fell for the rubbish that was being fed to the kids in the high schools.X-(