Congratulations to those born before 1960

tangobob

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CONGRATULATIONS . . . to all born before 1960

First we survived being born to mothers who took aspirin, ate blue cheese, raw egg products, loads of bacon, processed meat, tuna from a can.

Then our cots were covered with lead based brightly coloured paint.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets, and when we rode our bikes we had no helmets or shoes, not to mention the risks we took hitchhiking. As children we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.

We drank water from the garden hose and NOT bottled water.

Takeaway food, just fish and chips, no pizza shops, McDonalds or KFC.

Even though shops closed at 6.00pm and did not open on the weekends, somehow we didn’t starve to death.

We shared our one bottle of soft drink with our friends, and no one actually died from this.

We collected old drink bottles and cashed them in at the corner shop and bought toffees, gobstoppers and bubblegum.

We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter, drank soft drinks with sugar in it, but we were not overweight because we were always outside playing.

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on. No one was able to reach us all day we had no mobile phones AND we were OK.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of prams and then ride down the hill, only to find out we had no brakes. We built tree houses and dens and played in river beds with Matchbox cars.

We did not have playstations, Nintendo Wii, X boxes, no video games, no mobile phones,no 999 channels on Sky, no video, no internet, no internet chat rooms . . .we had friends, we went outside to find them.

We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and it was always are fault.

Only girls had pierced ears and wore makeup,

Thought, “sex” was bags in which posh people stored their potatoes.

You could only buy Easter eggs and Hot Cross buns at Easter time.

We rode bikes or walked to friend’s houses and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them.

Rugby and cricket had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn’t had to learn to deal with the disappointment. Imagine, getting into the team on merit.

The idea of parents bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard off. They actually sided with the law!

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to cope . . and you are one of them . . . Congratulations



I didn't write this, but I thought I would pass it on.
 

steveinbsas

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orwellian said:
yeah how did you survive without the Internet and cell phones?
Television.

...and after watching the three channels that were available we went outside and played...usually cops and robbers or cowboys and Indians...depending on what shows we had been watching...

We also went on hikes in state parks and long bike rides.

It was much safer to do those things then than it is now.
 

Denver

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THREE channels?

When I was about 14, we got our first TV (black & white) and were finally able to enjoy the one, state-run channel that was available. It started at 18:00 with children's programming and ended at 23:00.

We did, however, have two national radio stations. Both of them state-run.

Our local newspaper was owned by the socialist party.

Now that I have a choice in what to read/watch/listen to, I can no longer blame someone else for my ignorance. That sucks big-time.

Neil
 

pauper

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FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:You were lucky. We lived for three months in a paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six in the morning, clean the paper bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down t' mill, fourteen hours a day, week-in week-out, for sixpence a week, and when we got home our Dad would thrash us to sleep wi' his belt.

SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at six o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of 'ot gravel, work twenty hour day at mill for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would thrash us to sleep with a broken bottle, if we were lucky!

THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:Well, of course, we had it tough. We used to 'ave to get up out of shoebox at twelve o'clock at night and lick road clean wit' tongue. We had two bits of cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at mill for sixpence every four years, and when we got home our Dad would slice us in two wit' bread knife.

FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night half an hour before I went to bed, drink a cup of sulphuric acid, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad and our mother would kill us and dance about on our graves singing Hallelujah.

FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:And you try and tell the young people of today that ..... they won't believe you.

ALL:They won't!
 

tangobob

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pauper said:
FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:You were lucky. We lived for three months in a paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six in the morning, clean the paper bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down t' mill, fourteen hours a day, week-in week-out, for sixpence a week, and when we got home our Dad would thrash us to sleep wi' his belt.

SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at six o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of 'ot gravel, work twenty hour day at mill for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would thrash us to sleep with a broken bottle, if we were lucky!

THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:Well, of course, we had it tough. We used to 'ave to get up out of shoebox at twelve o'clock at night and lick road clean wit' tongue. We had two bits of cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at mill for sixpence every four years, and when we got home our Dad would slice us in two wit' bread knife.

FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night half an hour before I went to bed, drink a cup of sulphuric acid, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad and our mother would kill us and dance about on our graves singing Hallelujah.

FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:And you try and tell the young people of today that ..... they won't believe you.

ALL:They won't!
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