Oh Where Have Those Days Gone.

[Odie]

Originally Posted by OpenMind

The Queen's Coronation was two years before I was born.
The girls used to tuck their skirts or dresses into their knickers. This was at infants and juniors, not at seniors where they had proper gym slips. The boys all wore shorts until they went to seniors.
Slippering up to juniors and caning at seniors. I never got that myself though I was spanked by the head once at juniors.
One of us got the mumps and we all were made to get it. Funnily enough, I never caught it.
We used to make hides in the woods. We were able to play in the roads. We used to have play areas where the swings, roundabouts and iron horse were usable.
Didn't like letter prefixes on telephone numbers. Often had to guess the third letter and you lost your four old copper pennies if it was wrong.
Mum had a washing machine with a spin-drier. Before that, she had a copper boiler. She always used the copper stick, as it was called, to threaten us (though she never ever used anything other then her hand across the backs of our legs).
Everyone seemed to be in cub scouts or brownies.
I remember the first episode of Doctor Who.
Silver top, red top, and gold top for extra creamy.
I still have my parents 78s. I do have a 4-speed player. Does anyone know what 16rpm was used for (Spot excluded)?
I used to be able to go exploring with no fear of being kidnapped.
Saturday morning cinema, or I could go roller-skating among other things. Dr. Kildare. Perry Mason. Coronation Street never changed its characters. Hancock's half hour.

oh yes, the mumps!


exploring was the best, we used to have forrest close by with 3 huge ponds, I went and collected tadpoles every spring....brought them home and they grew well in my aquarium into quarter size little frogges!

[Carolly]

Originally Posted by Odie

oh yes, the mumps!


exploring was the best, we used to have forrest close by with 3 huge ponds, I went and collected tadpoles every spring....brought them home and they grew well in my aquarium into quarter size little frogges!

Yes I remember when I was about 7 or 8 living in Ilford going with my little boyfriend Stuart Foster........ere wonder if his reading this.....to Valentines Park and go fishing for me little tadpoles....oh boy me eyes are getting wet now with this memory and those happy times doing me fishing with me little fishing net

[OpenMind]

Originally Posted by Odie

oh yes, the mumps!


exploring was the best, we used to have forrest close by with 3 huge ponds, I went and collected tadpoles every spring....brought them home and they grew well in my aquarium into quarter size little frogges!

Yup, I've done the tadpoles thing. And worms and caterpillars. Mum drew the line at ants though. She used to have enough problems with them.
Next door to us in Torquay used to have a cockerel and chickens. I miss it even now calling out first thing in the morning.

[Carolly]

I used to take home any stray animal I used to find fgs.....me mum used to go bleedin mad

[Chezzie]

Where have the years gone?

Contributed by: Evelyn Catron on 11/29/2006

The years are going quickly now; my face and arms sure show it!
My brain is getting wrinkles too and this is how I know it:

I find I must be cautious now when stating things I know.
Though I am sure I'm right, I find, it isn't always so.

I put my keys right there, you see, but now it's time to leave,
They're gone!...and where they've vanished to I simply can't conceive.

I paid that bill!...of course I did! My mind's eye sees it still.
So why am I receiving now a "second-notice" bill?

That lady's name, I'm sure, is Claire; we met not long ago.
How come when someone calls her "Jane", she answers with "Hello"?

I have five kids (I'm sure of that)...all grown and on their way.
Their birthday cards I won't forget...but which one goes today?

My shopping list I craft with care; no bargain's ever missed.
I'm in the store; I have the cart; now where on earth's the list?

Computers are a joy to use; mine keeps me very busy
Until the moment of thecrash that gets me in a tizzy.
My kids have shown me many times just how to win that fight.
But though I try just what they taught, I seldom get it right.

My calendar is near the phone and easy, there, to see.
Each square has notes so I won't miss just where I'm s'posed to be.
So why am I now forced to call my oldest, dearest chum,
To say, with shame, that once again, "I just forgot to come."

There seems to be no end in sight to instances like these.
They spring so quickly from the mind and from my keyboard keys.
If I can list so easily the things Idon't recall,
Why then are there so many things I don't recall at all?

[kazalala]

what about the toys and games,,, space hoppers,, clackers i had black and blue wrists for weeks with them god knows how many kids broke bones with them Knocky nine doors, queenie queenie whos got the ball, chuckstones, pogo sticks we used to make "bogeys" they were go karts made out of any old wood we could find and old bike or pram wheels with a bit of rope to steer,,,, never ever thought to make brakes which is why i ended up in a heap at the bottom of a hill one time when kid mordey let me ride on the back of his was scared to go home cos i had a hole in me new trousers

[Chezzie]

Before the Internet or the PC or MAC.
Before the drug war and crack.
Before chronic and ritalin and dysfunctional.
Before SEGA or Super Nintendo.
Before.....

Were you born before television, before penicillin, before polio shots, frozen foods, Xerox, plastic, contact lenses, Frisbees and the Pill?

Were you born before radar, credit cards, split atoms, lazer beams and ball point pens, before pantyhose, dishwashers, clothes dryers, electric blankets, air conditioners, drip-dry clothes and long before man walked on the moon?

In their time, closets were for clothes, not for "coming out of." Bunnies were small rabbits, or dust balls under the bed, not Volkswagons, or Playboy girls. Designer Jeans were scheming girls named Jean or Jeanne, and having a meaningful relationship meant getting along well with our cousins.

Fast food was what you ate during Lent, and Outer Space was the balcony of the Rialto Theater.

We were before house-husbands, gay rights, computer dating, dual careers, and commuter marriages, day-care centers, group therapy and nursing homes. We never heard of FM radio, tape decks, electric typewriters, artificial hearts, word processors, yogurt, and guys wearing earrings.

For us, time-sharing meant togetherness -- not computers or condominiums, a "chip" meant a piece of wood, hardware meant hardware, and software wasn't even a word.

In our time, "Made in Japan" meant junk, and the term "making out" referred to how you did on your exams. Pizzas, MacDonalds and instant coffee were unheard of.



All the boys wanted a roadster, and if you didn't have a Duece or A-bone, you weren't "in". And the best place to be with your gal was in the rumble seat when you double dated.

In our day, cigarette smoking was fashionable, GRASS was mowed, Coke was a cold drink and POT was something you cooked in. ROCK MUSIC was Grandma's lullaby and AIDS were helpers in the Principal's office.

We certainly were not before the difference between the sexes was discovered, but we surely were before the sex change, we made do with what we had. And we were probably the last generation that thought you needed a husband to have a baby... We got married first, then lived together! How quaint can you be??

It is no wonder the younger generations are so confused and there is such a generation gap today!!

But WE HAVE SURVIVED !!!!
What Better Reason To Celebrate???

[Carolly]

Originally Posted by Chezzie

Where have the years gone?

Contributed by: Evelyn Catron on 11/29/2006

The years are going quickly now; my face and arms sure show it!
My brain is getting wrinkles too and this is how I know it:

I find I must be cautious now when stating things I know.
Though I am sure I'm right, I find, it isn't always so.

I put my keys right there, you see, but now it's time to leave,
They're gone!...and where they've vanished to I simply can't conceive.

I paid that bill!...of course I did! My mind's eye sees it still.
So why am I receiving now a "second-notice" bill?

That lady's name, I'm sure, is Claire; we met not long ago.
How come when someone calls her "Jane", she answers with "Hello"?

I have five kids (I'm sure of that)...all grown and on their way.
Their birthday cards I won't forget...but which one goes today?

My shopping list I craft with care; no bargain's ever missed.
I'm in the store; I have the cart; now where on earth's the list?

Computers are a joy to use; mine keeps me very busy
Until the moment of thecrash that gets me in a tizzy.
My kids have shown me many times just how to win that fight.
But though I try just what they taught, I seldom get it right.

My calendar is near the phone and easy, there, to see.
Each square has notes so I won't miss just where I'm s'posed to be.
So why am I now forced to call my oldest, dearest chum,
To say, with shame, that once again, "I just forgot to come."

There seems to be no end in sight to instances like these.
They spring so quickly from the mind and from my keyboard keys.
If I can list so easily the things Idon't recall,
Why then are there so many things I don't recall at all?

Thats great Chez fanks for sharing it

[Chezzie]

Originally Posted by kazalala

what about the toys and games,,, space hoppers,, clackers i had black and blue wrists for weeks with them god knows how many kids broke bones with them Knocky nine doors, queenie queenie whos got the ball, chuckstones, pogo sticks we used to make "bogeys" they were go karts made out of any old wood we could find and old bike or pram wheels with a bit of rope to steer,,,, never ever thought to make brakes which is why i ended up in a heap at the bottom of a hill one time when kid mordey let me ride on the back of his was scared to go home cos i had a hole in me new trousers

Loved playing 2 balls against the wall with various chants, one being 'play me balls ice cream, turn around ice cream and so on. There was another version which consisted of sticking a tennis ball in one of your mums stockings and whacking it against the wall.

We also used to play ambulance tick which was a bit like murder ball but whichever part of the body the ball hit you had to hold until someone set you free.

Oh and Knights on White Horses which was like knock-a-door-running, except you had to run along the kerb pretending you were on a horse - if you fell off (or got pushed off) the kerb you hadto go back to the house you knocked at.

Who needed playstations!

We played one called "Peep behind the curtains" and "May I?"

May I? was a weird one, having to ask someone if we may move a certain amount of spaces and then having to do an impression of a tomato while moving.

or something like that. lol.



When i was at lower school we played a game called Orange Balls.

We all skipped in a circle singing:

"Orange balls! orange balls! here we go again, the last one to sit down gets a boyfriend!"

Then whoever sat down last goes away for a minute while we all decide who her boyfriend is.

She then stands in the middle, we tell her who her boyfriend is and then we skip round her singing:

"cross your heart if you love him" x4 [she has to do the action]

"stamp your feet if you hate him!" x4 [she does the action if its applicable]

then "lay down dead if you want to marry him, orange balls!" [she lays down if she wants to marry him]

and that was basically the game.


We had a game called Bastard, where we'd split into two teams and pick a word. We'd each get a letter of the word and then the other team would have to chase us and force us to give them out letter. There was rules such as no hitting, but it often go out of hand and people would kick you or pull your hair. Awww, memories

We did skipping and rounders. Oh yes, and conkers and scraps when they were in season. And hopscotch and the Farmer's in his den, and Giant Steps and Baby Steps, and What's the Time Mr Wolf......................the list is endless when I get to thinking about it.


The farmer wants a wife
One kids gets to be the farmer and stands in the middle, the rest hold hands and dance around him singing. He chooses a wife who joins him in the middle, the wife chooses a child, the child chooses a nurse and the nurse chooses someone to be the dog.

The farmer wants a wife, the farmer wants a wife, E I addy O, the farmer wants a wife

The wife wants a child, the wife wants a child E I addy O, the wife wants a child.

The child wants a nurse, the child wants a nurse EI addy O, the child wants a nurse.

The nurse wants a dog, the nurse wants a dog E I addy O, the nurse wants a dog.

We all pat the dog, we all pat the dog E I addy O, we all pat the dog.

[Carolly]

Anybody remember Nelson Ice Cream.....Ice Cream on a stick.....oh boy was it 'andsome or what