Days of old..... (24)
Ah yes i loved it all.playing hide and seek in the fields .on a hot day bursting the tar bubbles picking spuds for the local farmer taking dads coat to bed to use as an extra blanket.im the youngest of 12 we hadnt much but we had food in our bellies mam was a great baker dad was a hard worker xxx thanks for taking me down memory lane
mags2014: Ah yes i loved it all.playing hide and seek in the fields .on a hot day bursting the tar bubbles picking spuds for the local farmer taking dads coat to bed to use as an extra blanket.im the youngest of 12 we hadnt much but we had food in our bellies mam was a great baker dad was a hard worker xxx thanks for taking me down memory lane
It's those memories that keep us ticking over Mags....
Yes it is ,id love my girls to experience some of it but they wont ,too much tv phones and heading to town .i love christmas i blame mam and dad for that ,
mags2014: Yes it is ,id love my girls to experience some of it but they wont ,too much tv phones and heading to town .i love christmas i blame mam and dad for that ,
I'm not bothered about Christmas now but when my girls were little, those memories will never fade. I hate being old, I missed so much when they were growing up and I'll never get those days back again. I really wish this younger generation will have memories that they'll cherish as the reach my age.
velsix: I'm not bothered about Christmas now but when my girls were little, those memories will never fade. I hate being old, I missed so much when they were growing up and I'll never get those days back again. I really wish this younger generation will have memories that they'll cherish as the reach my age.
they make memories of their own ,as long as their great memories with us in them .i love christmas ,the smells my girls excitement even now at their ages they have my bug for it.getting old is fun .. I cared for a lady of 93 she had a fantastic outlook on life ..you have many brilliant times ahead .
mags2014: they make memories of their own ,as long as their great memories with us in them .i love christmas ,the smells my girls excitement even now at their ages they have my bug for it.getting old is fun .. I cared for a lady of 93 she had a fantastic outlook on life ..you have many brilliant times ahead .
I should be thankful for what I have and the memories but life is not the same for everyone Mags, never mind, we just keep going the best we can.
Wish you and your family a very Happy Christmas anyway x
I agree life can be cruel .no one knows the true struggles of others .all we can do is keep smiling . Xx
I worked with the elderly and have to say was great fun telling me their stories ,one lady told me she helped on their small farm after her dad died ,learnt to make brown soda bread at age 9,.
Think as we grow older we reflect more back on the past and happy memories because time does go all too quickly and everything changes nothing much stays the same ,even now I don't know what it be like to go to my mams house and she not in her kitchen or garden,the kettle on and chatting away,,
About everything,.and just the way she is always thete for me ,my sisters and brothers,listening ,a voice of reason,which I'm always contesting but really she is the top dog I just don't like her to see that she is most time...it's made me think we really don't appreciate people as much as we should sometimes,,life is funny we do tend to take it all for granted at times....you have plenty to share happy times velsix. Nice thread.
Think as we grow older we reflect more back on the past and happy memories because time does go all too quickly and everything changes nothing much stays the same ,even now I don't know what it be like to go to my mams house and she not in her kitchen or garden,the kettle on and chatting away,,
About everything,.and just the way she is always thete for me ,my sisters and brothers,listening ,a voice of reason,which I'm always contesting but really she is the top dog I just don't like her to see that she is most time...it's made me think we really don't appreciate people as much as we should sometimes,,life is funny we do tend to take it all for granted at times....you have plenty to share happy times velsix. Nice thread.
My mam and her twin sister had to hand milk 3 cows each every morning before primary school , they just got on with it , twas just the way of life them days
the_whistler: My mam and her twin sister had to hand milk 3 cows each every morning before primary school , they just got on with it , twas just the way of life them days
my dad had tales of going to school with no shoes, they were kept for Sunday wear , rolling newspaper up , tying it with string and using it as a football ,feet were so tough they could kick stones down the road ...the_whistler: my dad had tales of going to school with no shoes, they were kept for Sunday wear , rolling newspaper up , tying it with string and using it as a football ,feet were so tough they could kick stones down the road ...
. They had it very tough ,but the tough got going.peachmelba: . They had it very tough ,but the tough got going.
Least I have runners to go walk Charlie the dog now.
velsix: Not mine but thought some may enjoy the memory....
I remember the cheese of my childhood,
And the bread that we cut with a knife,
When the children helped with the housework,
And the men went to work not the wife.
The cheese never needed a fridge,
And the bread was so crusty and hot,
The children were seldom unhappy
And the wife was content with her lot.
I remember the milk from the bottle,
With the yummy cream on the top,
Our dinner came hot from the oven,
And not from a fridge in the shop.
The kids were a lot more contented,
They didn't need money for kicks,
Just a game with their mates in the road,
And sometimes the Saturday flicks.
I remember the shop on the corner
Where a pen'orth of sweeties was sold
Do you think I'm a bit too nostalgic?
Or is it....I'm just getting old?
I remember the 'loo' was the lavvy,
And the bogey man came in the night,
It wasn't the least bit funny
Going "out back" with no light.
The interesting items we perused,
From the newspapers cut into squares,
And hung on a peg in the loo,
It took little to keep us amused.
The clothes were boiled in the copper,
With plenty of rich foamy suds
But the ironing seemed never ending
As Mum ironed everyone's 'duds'.
I remember the slap on my backside,
And the taste of soap if I swore
Anorexia and diets weren't heard of
And we hadn't much choice what we wore.
Do you think that bruised our ego?
Or our initiative was destroyed?
We ate what was put on the table
And I think life was better enjoyed.
ADDITIONAL VERSE........!
But a huge fact not hereto mentioned
in this mushy tale of nostalgic rejoice
is the reason we all “enjoyed” our lot......
is because there was NO BLOODY CHOICE............
I remember the cheese of my childhood,
And the bread that we cut with a knife,
When the children helped with the housework,
And the men went to work not the wife.
The cheese never needed a fridge,
And the bread was so crusty and hot,
The children were seldom unhappy
And the wife was content with her lot.
I remember the milk from the bottle,
With the yummy cream on the top,
Our dinner came hot from the oven,
And not from a fridge in the shop.
The kids were a lot more contented,
They didn't need money for kicks,
Just a game with their mates in the road,
And sometimes the Saturday flicks.
I remember the shop on the corner
Where a pen'orth of sweeties was sold
Do you think I'm a bit too nostalgic?
Or is it....I'm just getting old?
I remember the 'loo' was the lavvy,
And the bogey man came in the night,
It wasn't the least bit funny
Going "out back" with no light.
The interesting items we perused,
From the newspapers cut into squares,
And hung on a peg in the loo,
It took little to keep us amused.
The clothes were boiled in the copper,
With plenty of rich foamy suds
But the ironing seemed never ending
As Mum ironed everyone's 'duds'.
I remember the slap on my backside,
And the taste of soap if I swore
Anorexia and diets weren't heard of
And we hadn't much choice what we wore.
Do you think that bruised our ego?
Or our initiative was destroyed?
We ate what was put on the table
And I think life was better enjoyed.
ADDITIONAL VERSE........!
But a huge fact not hereto mentioned
in this mushy tale of nostalgic rejoice
is the reason we all “enjoyed” our lot......
is because there was NO BLOODY CHOICE............
Brilliant
Ah, yeah, I remember it well. Going into the little corner shop aged around twelve and buying a loose cigarette and a match for sixpence. I had to wait until I was fourteen before I was served my first pint in the local pub. The good old days. 
What I don't miss:
Black and white televisions that had to be manually tuned into another station.
Standing in the hall talking to friends knowing my parents were listening.
Chopper bikes - Seriously what a death trap they were.
wearing School shorts instead of long trousers to school.
One of my Parents Licking their hands wet to comb my hair in a parting if we went somewhere...
The A5 from Holyhead going through windy roads to Brum sandwiched in the middle by bigger siblings....
Checking under the bed and in the wardrobe after watching the latest Hammer House of Horror episode on a Friday night (still do it today )
Black and white televisions that had to be manually tuned into another station.
Standing in the hall talking to friends knowing my parents were listening.
Chopper bikes - Seriously what a death trap they were.
wearing School shorts instead of long trousers to school.
One of my Parents Licking their hands wet to comb my hair in a parting if we went somewhere...
The A5 from Holyhead going through windy roads to Brum sandwiched in the middle by bigger siblings....
Checking under the bed and in the wardrobe after watching the latest Hammer House of Horror episode on a Friday night (still do it today )
Beenladen: What I don't miss:
Black and white televisions that had to be manually tuned into another station.
Standing in the hall talking to friends knowing my parents were listening.
Chopper bikes - Seriously what a death trap they were.
wearing School shorts instead of long trousers to school.
One of my Parents Licking their hands wet to comb my hair in a parting if we went somewhere...
The A5 from Holyhead going through windy roads to Brum sandwiched in the middle by bigger siblings....
Checking under the bed and in the wardrobe after watching the latest Hammer House of Horror episode on a Friday night (still do it today )
Black and white televisions that had to be manually tuned into another station.
Standing in the hall talking to friends knowing my parents were listening.
Chopper bikes - Seriously what a death trap they were.
wearing School shorts instead of long trousers to school.
One of my Parents Licking their hands wet to comb my hair in a parting if we went somewhere...
The A5 from Holyhead going through windy roads to Brum sandwiched in the middle by bigger siblings....
Checking under the bed and in the wardrobe after watching the latest Hammer House of Horror episode on a Friday night (still do it today )
I still check under the bed
I love listening to mam and dad talk about their childhoods ,dad said boiling bluemolded bread and sugar and a drop of milk over an open stove was georgous.anyone remember woodbines?
mags2014: I love listening to mam and dad talk about their childhoods ,dad said boiling bluemolded bread and sugar and a drop of milk over an open stove was georgous.anyone remember woodbines?
We called them 'Coffin nails' Mags
velsix: Not mine but thought some may enjoy the memory....
I remember the cheese of my childhood,
And the bread that we cut with a knife,
When the children helped with the housework,
And the men went to work not the wife.
The cheese never needed a fridge,
And the bread was so crusty and hot,
The children were seldom unhappy
And the wife was content with her lot.
I remember the milk from the bottle,
With the yummy cream on the top,
Our dinner came hot from the oven,
And not from a fridge in the shop.
The kids were a lot more contented,
They didn't need money for kicks,
Just a game with their mates in the road,
And sometimes the Saturday flicks.
I remember the shop on the corner
Where a pen'orth of sweeties was sold
Do you think I'm a bit too nostalgic?
Or is it....I'm just getting old?
I remember the 'loo' was the lavvy,
And the bogey man came in the night,
It wasn't the least bit funny
Going "out back" with no light.
The interesting items we perused,
From the newspapers cut into squares,
And hung on a peg in the loo,
It took little to keep us amused.
The clothes were boiled in the copper,
With plenty of rich foamy suds
But the ironing seemed never ending
As Mum ironed everyone's 'duds'.
I remember the slap on my backside,
And the taste of soap if I swore
Anorexia and diets weren't heard of
And we hadn't much choice what we wore.
Do you think that bruised our ego?
Or our initiative was destroyed?
We ate what was put on the table
And I think life was better enjoyed.
ADDITIONAL VERSE........!
But a huge fact not hereto mentioned
in this mushy tale of nostalgic rejoice
is the reason we all “enjoyed” our lot......
is because there was NO BLOODY CHOICE............
I remember the cheese of my childhood,
And the bread that we cut with a knife,
When the children helped with the housework,
And the men went to work not the wife.
The cheese never needed a fridge,
And the bread was so crusty and hot,
The children were seldom unhappy
And the wife was content with her lot.
I remember the milk from the bottle,
With the yummy cream on the top,
Our dinner came hot from the oven,
And not from a fridge in the shop.
The kids were a lot more contented,
They didn't need money for kicks,
Just a game with their mates in the road,
And sometimes the Saturday flicks.
I remember the shop on the corner
Where a pen'orth of sweeties was sold
Do you think I'm a bit too nostalgic?
Or is it....I'm just getting old?
I remember the 'loo' was the lavvy,
And the bogey man came in the night,
It wasn't the least bit funny
Going "out back" with no light.
The interesting items we perused,
From the newspapers cut into squares,
And hung on a peg in the loo,
It took little to keep us amused.
The clothes were boiled in the copper,
With plenty of rich foamy suds
But the ironing seemed never ending
As Mum ironed everyone's 'duds'.
I remember the slap on my backside,
And the taste of soap if I swore
Anorexia and diets weren't heard of
And we hadn't much choice what we wore.
Do you think that bruised our ego?
Or our initiative was destroyed?
We ate what was put on the table
And I think life was better enjoyed.
ADDITIONAL VERSE........!
But a huge fact not hereto mentioned
in this mushy tale of nostalgic rejoice
is the reason we all “enjoyed” our lot......
is because there was NO BLOODY CHOICE............
What a fabulous poem, who is the author ?
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I remember the cheese of my childhood,
And the bread that we cut with a knife,
When the children helped with the housework,
And the men went to work not the wife.
The cheese never needed a fridge,
And the bread was so crusty and hot,
The children were seldom unhappy
And the wife was content with her lot.
I remember the milk from the bottle,
With the yummy cream on the top,
Our dinner came hot from the oven,
And not from a fridge in the shop.
The kids were a lot more contented,
They didn't need money for kicks,
Just a game with their mates in the road,
And sometimes the Saturday flicks.
I remember the shop on the corner
Where a pen'orth of sweeties was sold
Do you think I'm a bit too nostalgic?
Or is it....I'm just getting old?
I remember the 'loo' was the lavvy,
And the bogey man came in the night,
It wasn't the least bit funny
Going "out back" with no light.
The interesting items we perused,
From the newspapers cut into squares,
And hung on a peg in the loo,
It took little to keep us amused.
The clothes were boiled in the copper,
With plenty of rich foamy suds
But the ironing seemed never ending
As Mum ironed everyone's 'duds'.
I remember the slap on my backside,
And the taste of soap if I swore
Anorexia and diets weren't heard of
And we hadn't much choice what we wore.
Do you think that bruised our ego?
Or our initiative was destroyed?
We ate what was put on the table
And I think life was better enjoyed.
ADDITIONAL VERSE........!
But a huge fact not hereto mentioned
in this mushy tale of nostalgic rejoice
is the reason we all “enjoyed” our lot......
is because there was NO BLOODY CHOICE............