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Those were the days - A Bit of Nostalgia
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My mum used to cut chicken, chop eggs and
spread butter on bread on the same cutting board with the same knife and no
bleach, but we didn't seem to get food poisoning. Our school
lunches were wrapped in wax paper
inside a brown paper bag, not in
ice pack coolers, but I don't remember ever getting Ecoli. Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming
in the creek, the lake or at the beach instead of
a pristine chlorinated pool (talk about boring).
No beach closures then either. We all took PE ..... And risked permanent injury
with a pair of Dunlop sandshoes or bare
feet if you couldn’t afford the
sandshoes, instead of having cross-training
athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built-in light
reflectors that cost as much as a small car. I can't
recall any injuries but they must have happened because they tell us how much
safer PE is now. We got the cane for doing something wrong
at school. They used
to call it discipline, nevertheless we all
grew up to accept the rules and to honour & respect
those older than us. We had at least 40 kids in our class and
somehow we all learned to read and write, do maths and spell almost
all the words needed to write a grammatically
correct letter......., FUNNY ABOUT THAT!! We all said prayers in school irrespective
of our religion, sang the national anthem and
saluted the flag, and no one got upset. Staying
in detention after school netted us all sorts
of negative attention we wish we hadn't got, and we all
knew we had to accomplish something
before we were allowed to be proud of ourselves. I just can't recall how bored we were without
computers, Play Station, Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital TV cable
stations, ipad or smart-phones. We weren't!! Don’t even
mention about the rope swing into the river or climbing trees. Oh yeah; and where
were the antibiotics and sterilisation kit
when I got that bee sting? I could
have been killed! We played "King of the Castle" on
piles of dirt or gravel left on
vacant building sites and when we got hurt, mum pulled out the 2/6p bottle of
iodine and then we got our backsides whacked. Now
it's a trip to the hospital ED, followed by a 10 day dose of
antibiotics and then mum rings the solicitor to sue
the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was
such a hazard. To top it off, not a single person I knew was ever told
that they were from a dysfunctional family. How
could we possibly have known that? We never needed group therapy and/or
anger management classes. We were
obviously so duped by so many societal ills of the time that we
didn't even notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac! BUGGER
ME!! How did we ever survive? LOVE TO ALL OF US WHO SHARED THIS ERA, AND TO
ALL WHO DIDN'T, SORRY FOR WHAT YOU MISSED. WOULDN'T
TRADE IT FOR ANYTHING! Pass this to someone and remember that life's
most simple pleasures are very often the best. AAAAh,
those WERE the days!!!! |
Thanks Elaine
Remember when ...
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