Sorry about that. By being a Grumpalian, it meant that many of us can look back, and in my case, remember collecting, and taking soft drink bottles to the green grocer. Collecting beer bottles for the "bottle-o". Newspapers for the butcher, and horse s**t for the local gardners. Thinking up ways to "wag" school. Going to the town dump to look for pram wheels to build a billy cart. Running through puddles. Wondering why my mum put "Reckittes Blue" in the copper to make things white. Believeing my mum that pumpkin was really yellow potato, and brusell sprouts were really tiny cabbages. I look back and think how magic life was for a little kid. My first push bike. My first love. My first kiss. (I still remember her name) Cracker night. Going to the pictures on a Friday night. Hopalong Cassiday, only drank lemonade, and kissed his horse (?) Getting the cane at school for letting off a penny bunger in class. Filling the ink wells at school. What's a fountain pen !!?? Being out on your push bike from dawn 'til after dark, and your parents knew you were quite safe. These are my Grumpalian memories Regards. Pipes.
I like the term Pipes, agree with Ma, times were a little tougher but I have fond memories of them (making our own canoes/billy carts etc) and at least we didn't have to worry about going out to play all day without being abducted or anyone trying to push drugs onto us. No offence taken by me to the term Grumpalians.....he he !
-- Edited by Vic on Sunday 13th of February 2011 03:50:24 PM
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I like the term Pipes, agree with Ma, times were a little tougher but I have fond memories of them (making our own canoes/billy carts etc) and at least we didn't have to worry about going out to play all day without being abducted or anyone trying to push drugs onto us. No offence taken by me to the term Grumpalians.....he he !
-- Edited by Vic on Sunday 13th of February 2011 03:50:24 PM
Have to agree, they refer to those days as the good old days, they were tough times but we were safe and our parents never had to worry about us coming to any harm from strangers, in fact I cannot remember any warnings about stranger danger, and guess what, we were happy.
Ps;- Edited for those damned typo's.
-- Edited by JRH on Sunday 13th of February 2011 06:02:27 PM
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So remind me again, when did having fun become politically incorrect? When did it become unacceptable for kids to be kids having innocent fun? Adults seem to be the ones making everything sexual and unacceptable. More specifically adults who aren't enjoying their life so they need to control others and become over-protective because of their filthy minds. I spent much of my childhood on a farm playing cowboys and indians, riding bike, playing with cars and trucks in the sand pit, and mushrooming out in the paddocks. I also helped with the cows and the chooks, but was much older when I learned how calves and lambs got in and out. I was protected from that sort of thing.
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Oh this thread has made me smile! As you know, I was up here in Tsv during Yasi, and of course no power, and would you believe 'I was OK' when it came to keeping myself amused without power - I had a book to read, and my cross-stitch to do. Daughter & s-i-l were 'bored' they rely on power things to keep them occupied. Oh, being brought up in a time of finding your own amusements!!!
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I remember every one of those things pipes. The only thing we had to really abide by was.... be home before dark!!! Anyone remember selling the soft drink bottles back to the store keeper {after you had pinched them from out the back} for 2 smokes for a penny. He would keep a packet under his counter, just for us kids. He never suspected a thing. I suppose now days we would be had up for stealing. Cheers Dellie
Yep........recall...going to the local store and getting 3pence worth of lollies...in white paper bag so big..2 kids had to carry them home between us......or the horse drawn lovels bread van.....coming down the street.with his wicker basket covered with canvas...he used to slip me a dinner roll....wow!!.......houses were never locked....remember.....neighbours used to use our phone .....leaving a halvepenny for the privilage.when we were not home..................fish and chips for lunch on saturdays as we werent allowed inside house as Mum would be house cleaning.....going to City.on steam train by ourselves.....prob 10 to 12 years old....going to the ol bug house local theater....for 6pence Monday school lunch..no fresh bread home.1 shilling....bought a pastie....finger bun..small coke...took bottle back....got a ice block.....and Mum demanding the 4penny change....
The good old days,i can relate to all that Smokeydk only our fish and chips were on friday night..Pay night. Bring back the good old days..the kids of today would wonder what hit them.
I have been trying to get a nice piece of crumbed fish since I arrived here in Sth Aust, no one does it..... apparently it now burns the oil too much when they cook it, lets go back to good old fat, lard and dripping made from beef fat...... mmmmmm beef dripping on bread with salt.
Hoo Roo Happy Days Grumpster
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I have been trying to get a nice piece of crumbed fish since I arrived here in Sth Aust, no one does it..... apparently it now burns the oil too much when they cook it, lets go back to good old fat, lard and dripping made from beef fat...... mmmmmm beef dripping on bread with salt.
Hoo Roo Happy Days Grumpster
Or Dripping with HP sauce.Ah.....who said they were the bad old days.?Lol.
I have been trying to get a nice piece of crumbed fish since I arrived here in Sth Aust, no one does it..... apparently it now burns the oil too much when they cook it, lets go back to good old fat, lard and dripping made from beef fat...... mmmmmm beef dripping on bread with salt.
