Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Good old days.....

A friend just emailed me this. Seen it before but, just in case you haven't, wanted to share it:


It took five minutes for the TV to warm up?

Nearly everyone's Mum was at home when they got home from school?

Nobody owned a purebred dog?

When a shilling was a decent allowance?

You had to be home when the street lights came on?

Your Mum wore stockings that came in two pieces?

All your male teachers wore ties

Female teachers had their hair done every day and wore high heels?

You got your windscreen cleaned, oil checked, and petrol pumped, without asking, all for free, every time?

Cereals had free toys hidden inside the box?

It was considered a great privilege to be taken out to dinner at a real restaurant with your parents?

Schools threatened to keep kids back a year if they failed. . .and they did?

When a Ford Capri was everyone's dream car?

No one ever asked where the car keys were because they were always in the car, in the ignition, and the doors were never locked?

Lying on your back in the grass with your friends and saying things like, "That cloud looks like a… “

Playing footy and cricket with no adults to help kids with the rules of the game?

Stuff from the shop came without safety caps and hermetic seals because no one had yet tried to poison a perfect stranger?

When being sent to the headmaster's office was nothing compared to the fate that awaited the student at home?

And with all our progress, don't you just wish, just once, you could slip back in time and savour the slower pace, and share it with the children of today?

Basically we were in fear for our lives, but it wasn't because of drive-by shootings, drugs, gangs, etc.

Our parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat!
But we survived because their love was greater than the threat.

Remember Nancy Drew, Laurel and Hardy, The Famous Five, Secret Seven, Biggles, the Lone Ranger, Phantom, Roy and Dale and Trigger at the flicks.

As well as summers filled with bike rides, cricket games, Hula Hoops, monkey bars, cobbers, visits to the beach and "conversation“ lollies.

Didn't that feel good, just to go back and say,

"Yeah, I remember that"?

I am sharing this with you today because it ended with a double dare to pass it on.

To remember what a double dare is, read on.

And remember that the perfect age is somewhere between old enough to know better and too young to care.

How many of these do you remember?

Lolly cigarettes, pogo sticks, marbles,

Home milk delivery in glass bottles with aluminium tops (still get this)

Newsreels before the movie

Sandshoes/Desert wellies

Four digit Telephone numbers

45 RPM records

Hi-Fi s

Metal ice cubes trays with levers

Mimeograph paper

Spud guns

Ford Capris

Twin Tubs

Reel-To-Reel tape recorders

houses made of cards

Meccano Sets

Anglo/Bazooka Joe pink bubble gum

MoJos/black jacks/fruit salads

Two bob for a gallon of petrol

Do you remember a time when...

Decisions were made by "eeny-meeny-miney-mo"?

"Race issue" meant arguing about who ran the fastest?

It wasn't odd to have two or three "Best Friends"?

The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was "boy or girl germs"?

Having a weapon in school meant being caught with a catapult?

There were no Saturday morning cartoons with 30-minute adverts for action figures?

Spinning around, getting dizzy, and falling down was cause for giggles?

The worst embarrassment was being caught playing doctors and nurses by your parents

Playing cards in the spokes transformed any bike into a motorcycle?

Taking drugs meant the Polio shots at school

Water balloons were the ultimate weapon?

If you can remember most or all of these, then you have lived!!!!!!!

Pass this on to anyone who may need a break from their "grown-up" life ... I double-dare-ya!


Clare said...

Um...I still make decisions based on "eeny-miny-mo"....

PS: good verification today: rpgezduo!

jomoore said...

I have adopted Thomas's decision-making method:-


There's no logic to it, but that's what my brain always gives me when such a thing is called for.

(My own childhood 'eeny-meeny' was ruder and for the playground only...)

Scroblene said...

Yup Chris; done all that!

I even ignore the twisted shrieks of road-rage from the Ford Escorts these days too..

Up their's eh; I couldn't care a stuff, as long as they have their fatal accidents miles from me and Mrs S!

Tuscan Tony said...

Yep, esp. the Anglo and Bazooka Joe. I remember the Fruit Salad index, where they were 16 a penny, then 8, then 4 - after that last one I can't say - I'd moved on to bigger things

Chris said...

When I used the "een-meeny" rhyme back in the olden days it contained a word that has now been banned. But then, that was in the days of golliwogs and being able to call you much loved pet 'Nigger' - oops, I said it!!

' course I go a long way back, way before Fruit Salad and the like. Bring on the Spanish Wood, liquorice sold by the inch (which, for some reason, was then soaked in water until it was a revolting, slimy mess before being enjoyed) and lemonade powder which made your tongue a bright yellow, your lips sore and your finger withered. Also, in those days, Wagon Wheels were 10' in diameter.

Go on ignoring the 'Road Ragers', Scroblene. They're not worth the effort.