Old Enough To Remember?

We were heroes....

Born before the 70ies it is hard to believe that we even survived!
We were driven around the country in cars without seat belts or airbags.
Our cribs, the wooden toys and building block sets we always stuck in our mouth to chew on were painted with lead and cadmium...
We could always unscrew the vials hidden in the kitchen counter, containing various poisons, without any problem...
Doors and cupboards were a constant threat to our fingers and we never wore a helmet riding our bicycles...
We drank water from garden hoses...
We built soap box racers and found out that we had forgotten the brakes... we learned to live with that after a few accidents....
We climbed into trees and fell down, we cut ourselves, some of use even broke their bones and teeth, but no one got sued... those were accidents. Nobody got blamed but us...
We left the house in the morning, stayed out all day and had to be home when the street lights came on... Nobody knew where we were...

We didn't have cell phones, video games or the internet... We had friends...
 
We got free paper work books,free pencils.Oh yeah,when we misbehave we got the strap; at school,then again at home.
Free bus trips school trips,with free admission to museum etc.(mostly because l think teachers wanted to see them).Grade school industrial arts & home economics. Times tables and clock reading,1/4 to 10 not 9:45 , 10 past 10 not 10:10
 
I’m old enough to remember when:
1) Television actually went off the air at night followed by the Star Spangled Banner.
2) Pluto was a planet
3) Air conditioned homes were a luxury.
3) What’s internet??
4) What is cable!
 
ST1100Y said:
Ouch... sounds like those slip-overs and bobcaps granny used to knit... itching like glass-wool!!!... :rolleyes:
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During the Great Depression, simple things like clothing became a little difficult to come by for many families. In many, mom and grandmother made everyone's clothing. Since most families cooked and cooking flour was relatively inexpensive, processors stepped up and made the flour bags from clothing quality fabric instead of the coarse burlap they had traditionally used. Little things.
 
ST1100Y said:
We were heroes....

Born before the 70ies it is hard to believe that we even survived!
We were driven around the country in cars without seat belts or airbags.
Our cribs, the wooden toys and building block sets we always stuck in our mouth to chew on were painted with lead and cadmium...
We could always unscrew the vials hidden in the kitchen counter, containing various poisons, without any problem...
Doors and cupboards were a constant threat to our fingers and we never wore a helmet riding our bicycles...
We drank water from garden hoses...
We built soap box racers and found out that we had forgotten the brakes... we learned to live with that after a few accidents....
We climbed into trees and fell down, we cut ourselves, some of use even broke their bones and teeth, but no one got sued... those were accidents. Nobody got blamed but us...
We left the house in the morning, stayed out all day and had to be home when the street lights came on... Nobody knew where we were...

We didn't have cell phones, video games or the internet... We had friends...
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You sure you're not from Texas? Sounds a lot like where I grew up.
 
feejer said:
You sure you're not from Texas? Sounds a lot like where I grew up.
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It was that way when I was growing up in FL and HI. It was just the time we were growing up.

When Kiana was growing up in Katy TX, she had the same rule about street lights. We always knew where she was anyway because of the neighborhood network.
 
My MIL is 97 and grew up in depression days. Learned this from her mom and did this all of her life. Bedsheets tended to wear in the middle, not the edges so much.. She took worn sheets, cut them up the middle lengthwise and then sewed them back together with the edges in. Good for another 5 years or so.
 
A Victorian two up two down in the Bennington street cost 2000 quid, no indoor plumbing and a outside loo, painted red inside with a green wooden door and a gap underneath where the snow blew in in winter. It had a one bar heater and you froze your assets off going for a crap. Inside a coal fire where we toasted bread on a stick, a pully operated overhead washing rack, single pane sash windows that froze in winter with the most amazing frost flowers in the morning.
The sixties in the north of England were a transition period between what we could call the modern world and post war England. Perhaps a great time could have been had but I was born too late for what the sixties had to offer.
 
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