Days gone by….(yes it is an oldie!!!)
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.’Except for Fish & Chip shops and we ate it all so unhygenically from newspaper wrappers’
‘All the other 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, never wore jeans, never set foot on a golf course, never travelled out of the country and credit cards had not been invented.
My parents never drove me to school. I had my mothers bicycle that weighed probably 50 pounds, and only had one speed, (slow).
We didn’t have a television in our house until the Queens Coronation.
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 4 p.m. and there was usually locally produced news and everything was live…..or film.
I never had a telephone in my room. The only phone was on a party line. Before you could dial,
you had to listen and make sure some people you didn’t know weren’t already using the line.
Pizzas were not delivered to our home… But milk was, and the bread.
All newspapers were delivered by paperboys –Many of us delivered newspaper’s, seven days a week, and 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 (except cowboy films) 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?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Thanks for the memories pols. some i remember, some i dont. Loved reading it. 🙂 x
I just read your blog and can identify with all of it! Just think of all the “simple” things we take for granted now that we did not have back then. Baggies, hair dryers and curling irons, panty hose, bottled water, just to name a few. Some things are so much easier now, and some things not so much. I can not keep up with the technology and my Grandchildren are getting so busy that they don’t have time to help me–LOL. Time goes so fast, how did I get this old already. I don’t think I have had enough fun yet!!!
I can relate to all of those things, and I think life was easier then. We knew everyone in out street, and we all helped each other, not like today when no one wants to get involved for fear of injury. Our doors were never locked, and we played in the streets until dark. Those were the good old days. We loved fish’n’chips 🙂
I agree with you pollie especially sitting at the table until you ate whatever was served .There were no likes or disliked. I can still remember being last at the table with my father watching (everyone else had ASKED TO LEAVE THE TABLE) Oh yes ! There iwas a skinny little thing , rolling a mouthful of LIVER OMG, I can still taste that vile stuff, from one side of my mouth to the other, unable to swallow it.,but sat there we did until I ate every bit of it. Scarred me for life, that did. i,ve had what i call ha ha ” A BIG CHUCKUP FACTOR” EVER SINCE.
those times were better then than now i think pols. you felt safe in those days. nice one pols.
Life was so much simpler, then, Pol- it seems like another world. I must be growing old, I can remember those times so clearly!