A SNIPPET FROM OLDLANCSMAN

This peice of writing comes from a circular i received through the post, i thought i would pass it on to a wider audience, enjoy.

                                     To all the kids who survived the 1930s, 40s, 50s, 60s, and 70s,

First we survived being put to sleep on our tummies in cribs covered with bright coloured lead-based paints. we had no childproof lids on medicine bottles,locks on doors or cabinets,and we rode our bikes without helmets. We would ride in cars without booster seats,no seat belts,no air bags,bald tyres and sometimes NO brakes. We ate worms and mud pies and drank water from a garden hose and not from a bottle,and no one died from this.We ate cakes, white bread, real butter and bacon, We drank lemonade made with real white sugar,and we weren,t overwieght.WHY? because we were always outside playing.....thts why. We would leave home in the morning and play all day,as long as we were back when the street lights came on. No one was able to reach us all day....and we were OK. We would spend hours biulding our go-carts out of scraps and then ride them down the hill,only to find out we had forgot the brakes...after running into the bushes a few times; we learned to solve the problem. We did,nt have play stations,Nintendos,sky tv, dvds,mobiles,or laptops.WE HAD FRIENDS.-and we went outside to find them. We fell out of trees, got cut,broke bones and teeth, and NO ONE GOT SUED. At school not everyone came out on top or made the sports team, those who did,nt had to deal with disappointment, imagine that, The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of,They actually sided with the law. Our generations have produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers,and inventors ever. Witness the past 50yrs of innovation and new ideas.. We had freedom, failure,success,and responsability and we learned how to deal with it all.  If YOU are one of those born between 1925-1970. CONGRATULATIONS FRIEND, YOU,RE BEAUTIFUL AS YOU ARE.

◄ "Snippets" From"Oldlancsmans" Diary. Part six.

What ever happened to the good old days. ? ►

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oldlancsman

Mon 9th Apr 2012 18:05

Nicely written M.C. its obvious you too are a "Survivor" going by your recollections; nearly all of which i can personally relate to. We had little or no money, but we were the richest kids on the planet.thanks again for your comments. have a nice day

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M.C. Newberry

Mon 9th Apr 2012 16:27

Hands up - those who drank from puddles to save going home and leaving the fun? Or (for seaside kids) tied a bit of curtain netting to a bicycle wheel to see what came up from the harbour? Or used the bomb sites for countless games of hide and seek and other games? Or crossed a river weir with no handrails when unable to swim - not thinking about the consequences? Or fell out of a tree and got up rubbing an aching limb - to carry on playing, not wanting to miss anything? And nicked
apples from overhanging branches of a neighbour's tree?
And groaned to be called home as the light faded?
We were SO lucky to be kids then...weren't we?

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oldlancsman

Mon 9th Apr 2012 12:22


Hi Yvonne, What a nice little poem,very refreshing to read,thankyou for your comment.
From one surviver to another,,have a nice day.

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Yvonne Brunton

Mon 9th Apr 2012 01:10

There was no molly-coddling just cod liver oil.
No second hearing, just a clip round the ear.
No central heating, just smokey old coal
That yer dad used to fetch in every New Year
No need to sort rubbish into multi-hued bins
The rag and bone cart used to pile it all in
Hand-me-down clothes were often the rule
And nobody took you by car to yer school.
Mecchano,scalextric or Hornby for trains
Life was an innocent pageant of games.

I'm a survivor. XX

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oldlancsman

Sat 7th Apr 2012 20:04


How right you are M.C,despite the trials and tribulations, i can only repeat whats been said time and time again, Those were the good old days,have a nice day.

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M.C. Newberry

Sat 7th Apr 2012 15:42

Oldies are Goldies...yeah!

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