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Post by rondetto on Feb 6, 2020 15:52:19 GMT
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 6 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
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.
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Post by jimmy20 on Feb 6, 2020 18:11:03 GMT
"If you remembered 11-14 = You're positively ancient!
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I must be super ancient because I remember them all
With regard to cars you forgot the starting handles
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Post by maywalk on Jul 6, 2020 10:10:09 GMT
I AM ancient because I remember many things way before those above.
I remember the Coronation of George VI and Elizabeth in 1937
and being bombed out twice and machine gunned twice during WW2.
I am now having folks coming to me from worldwide wanting tales from long ago.
It is keeping my brain going and I am more that surprised at the amount of young ones wanting to know too.
By the way I forgot to mention I was 90 years old in May.
Cheers everyone.
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Post by ARENA on Jul 6, 2020 11:19:10 GMT
I'm just over 80 and I remember being bombed in the war.
My Mum had to cope on her own , as Dad was away fighting in North Africa and Italy.
We moved to a rented flat , where I was brought up.
I remember the school tuck shop selling Locust Beans , as sugar was rationed.
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Post by jimmy2020 on Jul 6, 2020 11:49:11 GMT
Liquorice sticks
Junket
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Post by jonjel2 on Jul 6, 2020 13:13:03 GMT
The rattle of the coach and four and the sound of the post horn as the mail coach sped past on the Gloucester road.
The line of men happily singing and swinging their scythes in unison as they cut the corn.
My mother and nine of my sisters all gleaning after the men had finished and the stooks had been stacked and gathered. |
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Post by aubrey on Jul 6, 2020 14:45:06 GMT
Every Friday night:* ice cream soda while watching The Prisoner on TV.
*This could only have been 17 Friday nights maximum, but it seems a lot longer. My first taste of surrealism though, so it's a big thing. Possibly the best TV series ever shown? This or Quatermass and the Pit anyway.
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Post by jimmy2020 on Jul 6, 2020 16:24:33 GMT
Every Friday night:* ice cream soda while watching The Prisoner on TV.
*This could only have been 17 Friday nights maximum, but it seems a lot longer. My first taste of surrealism though, so it's a big thing. Possibly the best TV series ever shown? This or Quatermass and the Pit anyway.
Ice cream soda made with cream soda and vanilla ice cream. Wonderful I made some for my grandchildren when they were youngsters, they called it their "magic drink" |
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Post by aubrey on Jul 6, 2020 19:14:56 GMT
Every Friday night:* ice cream soda while watching The Prisoner on TV.
*This could only have been 17 Friday nights maximum, but it seems a lot longer. My first taste of surrealism though, so it's a big thing. Possibly the best TV series ever shown? This or Quatermass and the Pit anyway.
Ice cream soda made with cream soda and vanilla ice cream. Wonderful I made some for my grandchildren when they were youngsters, they called it their "magic drink"
I wish!!
No, it was just cream soda pop. Still great though.
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Post by goodlookingone on Jul 7, 2020 15:00:32 GMT
Does anyone remember that wonderful invention ... A typewriter with no wires conected to it, but would Print the document as you typed? - Not me. Typing was a skill so that Typists could be paid more than the hoi-poloi, before Word Processors were invented.
The Phone was in a red box on street corners - No need to carry a Phone with you, You just needed four coins to feed into a machine with a Satisfying "Clunk".
Post boxes had a collection on a Sunday - One collection, early afternoon, to get your post delivered Monday Morn. ... but There were no shops open so you had all Sunday morning to write your mail, with a Parker 51.
Mon to Sat, the Coalman and the Milkman would deliver to your door (They could park their horse drawn carts by your door before the later days when parking was all commandeered by Cars).
BUT... A bus journey could be belated because the Trolleybus in front left the depot in the wrong order, so the trolley that you were on had no way of overtaking to get back on time. And don't forget the delays when the pick-up poles disconnected from the overhead wires - Especially that one onder the (long-disused) Railway Station by (the still extant) railway line.
But Trams, routed by bomb-damaged streets, would frighten hell out-of-you because you seemed to be travelling in mid air as you looked out into the Cellars (of destroyed houses) below you.
Visiting Elderly Grandparent(s) out in the "country" and encountering this Frightengly Noisy Diesel Tractor that was never seen in towns
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Post by jimmy2020 on Jul 7, 2020 16:55:07 GMT
"Visiting Elderly Grandparent(s) out in the "country" and encountering this Frightengly Noisy Diesel Tractor that was never seen in towns"
On the Greenline bus ?
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Post by goodlookingone on Jul 7, 2020 19:03:17 GMT
I replied to this ... then pushed a wrong button and lost it ... GGGrrrrr. Try again.
No Greenline Buses in those days - The (singular) bus was run by "Tom" .. in fact the "time expired bus" and shortage of postwar drivers, the route was extended (Romford Market to the Coast) and was then run by an outfit called "Westcliffe-on-Sea Motor Services". Every poky little Village had a Pound (disused) for straying Cattle, So whenever a Passenger wanted Pound Lane, The Driver and Conductor had a High Level meeting to decide which Pound Lane the client needed...
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Post by jimmy2020 on Jul 8, 2020 7:41:47 GMT
Bread and dripping sandwiches, especially with the brown stuff at the bottom of the pan
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Post by jonjel2 on Jul 10, 2020 12:06:11 GMT
Being made to wear old socks over your shoes so you didn't slip on snowy pavements.
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Post by jimmy2020 on Jul 10, 2020 12:16:17 GMT
Pullovers known these days as tank tops , often home knitted from old woollens recycled
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