A different slant on an old theme. Gotta Be Over 40 to Understand!
Mum used to cut chicken, slice eggs and spread butter on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't get food poisoning.
My Mum used to defrost mince-meat on the kitchen sink AND I used to eat a bite raw sometimes, too. Our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper, in a brown paper bag, not in icepack coolers, but I can't remember anybody getting e.coli.
Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of a pristine pool (talk about boring), no beach closures then.
The term cell phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and a pager was the school PA system.
We all played sport, and also did PE... and risked permanent injury with a pair of Dunlop runners (only worn in the gym or the sports ground) instead of having cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built-in light reflectors.. I can't recall any injuries but they must have happened, because they tell us how much safer we are now....
Flunking sport was not an option.... even for stupid kids! There were not many fat kids.
Speaking of school, we all said prayers and sang the National Anthem and got free school milk for strong bones and teeth, and staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention. We must have had horribly damaged psyches.
What an archaic health system we had then. Remember school nurses? Ours wore a hat and everything, and she could even give you an aspirin for a headache or fever.
I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was allowed to be proud of myself. I just can't recall how bored we were without computers, Play Station, Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital TV cable stations.
Oh yeah..and where was the Benadryl and sterilization kit when I got that bee sting? I could have been killed!
We played 'king of the castle' on piles of gravel left on vacant construction sites, and when we got hurt, Mum pulled out the 48-cent bottle of Mercurochrome (kids liked it better because it didn't sting like iodine did) and then we got our hair ruffled and got told to get back out there! Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of a $49 bottle of antibiotics, and then Mum calls the Solicitor to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat.
We didn't misbehave at the mate's house either, because if we did, we got our bum smacked there, and then we got bum belted again when we got home. I recall Danny Reynolds from next door coming over and doing his tricks on the front veranda, just before he fell off. Little did his Mum know that she could have owned our house. Instead, she picked him up and swatted him for being such a sissy.
It was a neighbourhood run amuck.
To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a "dysfunctional family". How could we possibly have known that we needed to get into group therapy and anger management classes? We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills, that we didn't even notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac! How did we ever survive?
LOVE TO ALL OF US WHO SHARED THIS ERA, AND TO ALL WHO DIDN'T---- SORRY FOR WHAT YOU MISSED. I WOULDN'T TRADE IT FOR ANYTHING
Pass this to someone (over age 40, of course), and brighten their day by helping them to remember that life's most simple pleasures are very often the best!
dave06 said
10:41 PM Dec 11, 2008
oh boy, theres some memories in amongst that lot!!
Bubs said
08:37 AM Dec 12, 2008
...... how old am I? Crickey, my Mum used to just put a 'blue bag' on a bee sting.... anyone remember those?
dave06 said
10:21 AM Dec 12, 2008
my mum used to just scrape it out with her fingernail and with a pat on the head would say "now thats better isn't it, now go and play"
Mike47 said
11:47 AM Dec 12, 2008
I can remember Mum putting the blue bag in the copper when she was boiling the sheets. God, they had it easy in those days, no mucking around with dials and programmes on the washing machine. LOL
Mike
ibbo said
09:42 AM Dec 21, 2008
Anyone remember Kaolin polulice(I think thats how its spelt).It was put on boils after first having been heated in a pan of boiling water,put on some gauze and then on the boil.Bloody hell it hurt but its only for your own good son.Ha Ha the good old days?Cheers Ibbo.
ibbo said
09:48 AM Dec 21, 2008
POULTICE.Looked it up in the dictionary(sse I can spell).lol Ibbo.
dave06 said
10:50 AM Dec 21, 2008
mum used to have a little whiskey shotglass (even though she never drank neither did dad) she would heat it up in boiling water and then whack it on the boil, as it cooled it "sucked" the junk out
JRH said
11:49 AM Dec 21, 2008
G'day all, God I can remember the blue in the copper and also the mother in law making Spotted Dick in the copper, seems just like yesterday but in reallity must be at least 45 years ago.
A different slant on an old theme.
Gotta Be Over 40 to Understand!
Mum used to cut chicken, slice eggs and spread butter on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't get food poisoning.
My Mum used to defrost mince-meat on the kitchen sink AND I used to eat a bite raw sometimes, too. Our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper, in a brown paper bag, not in icepack coolers, but I can't remember anybody getting e.coli.
Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of a pristine pool (talk about boring), no beach closures then.
The term cell phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and a pager was the school PA system.
We all played sport, and also did PE... and risked permanent injury with a pair of Dunlop runners (only worn in the gym or the sports ground) instead of having cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built-in light reflectors.. I can't recall any injuries but they must have happened, because they tell us how much safer we are now....
Flunking sport was not an option.... even for stupid kids! There were not many fat kids.
Speaking of school, we all said prayers and sang the National Anthem and got free school milk for strong bones and teeth, and staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention. We must have had horribly damaged psyches.
What an archaic health system we had then. Remember school nurses? Ours wore a hat and everything, and she could even give you an aspirin for a headache or fever.
I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was allowed to be proud of myself. I just can't recall how bored we were without computers, Play Station, Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital TV cable stations.
Oh yeah..and where was the Benadryl and sterilization kit when I got that bee sting? I could have been killed!
We played 'king of the castle' on piles of gravel left on vacant construction sites, and when we got hurt, Mum pulled out the 48-cent bottle of Mercurochrome (kids liked it better because it didn't sting like iodine did) and then we got our hair ruffled and got told to get back out there! Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of a $49 bottle of antibiotics, and then Mum calls the Solicitor to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat.
We didn't misbehave at the mate's house either, because if we did, we got our bum smacked there, and then we got bum belted again when we got home. I recall Danny Reynolds from next door coming over and doing his tricks on the front veranda, just before he fell off. Little did his Mum know that she could have owned our house. Instead, she picked him up and swatted him for being such a sissy.
It was a neighbourhood run amuck.
To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a "dysfunctional family". How could we possibly have known that we needed to get into group therapy and anger management classes? We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills, that we didn't even notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac! How did we ever survive?
LOVE TO ALL OF US WHO SHARED THIS ERA, AND TO ALL WHO DIDN'T---- SORRY FOR WHAT YOU MISSED. I WOULDN'T TRADE IT FOR ANYTHING
Pass this to someone (over age 40, of course), and brighten their day by helping them to remember that life's most simple pleasures are very often the best!
Mike
God I can remember the blue in the copper and also the mother in law making Spotted Dick in the copper, seems just like yesterday but in reallity must be at least 45 years ago.
Best Regards and Safe Travelling.
John