Remember When...........

Remember when things were different? When you always left the back door open? Your next door neighbour popped in for a "cuppa"...when your mother asked the lady next door for a cup of sugar...when the kitchen was where everything happened... and you had lino on the floor and the cupboards were painted red...

 

and the ice man came each week....when your parents finally bought a fridgedaire...when mothers always wore an apron and the aroma in the kitchen heralded dinner was nearly ready...

 

when there were hardly any cars on the road...petrol was cheap and you'd go for a Sunday drive...

 

when the letter boxes were red and the postie came twice a day and once on Saturdays...when Monday was washing day and Tuesday was for ironing...Wednesday was "poor night".....Friday was fish and chips...on Saturdays dads went to the footy and you always knew if his team lost because you'd hear the dustbin being kicked...

 

very few people had a caravan...holidays were a week at the beach in the summer holidays...bathers were frilly things with elastic and nothing ever showed...when a ladder was what appeared in stockings...when you'd play outside on the road until tea time...grass was something you mowed...there was sawdust on the butcher's floor...biscuits came in large tins and were sold by weight...a meat pie cost 10d...pocket money was "tuppence" and you'd spend ages deciding which lollies to buy...lollies were 4 a ha'penny...
you always had roast lamb with all the trimmings every Sunday followed by apple sponge...and the leftovers were made into a casserole on Monday...the radio was set to 3DB and there was no television...families did things together and you made your own fun...remember those times...life was simpler then
I sometimes wonder if the children of today are better off - with all the new-fangled gadgetry and technology are they happier? Somehow...I don't think so.

A blast from the past