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Post by nightnurse on Oct 16, 2003 23:23:07 GMT
;D Thought we could have a giggle at the childhood toys we played with, our favourite sweets , and the stuff we did that lwould leave parents today in a cold sweat.
I remember being able to buy 4 Fruit Salad or Black Jacks for an old penny, sherbet fountains, and Spanish Gold tobacco...which was really coconut strands! I had a Tressy doll, with hair that grew...until my brother pulled it out and left a hole in her head. And I remember a friend and I scrumping for apples in a neighbours garden...she fell out of the tree and broke both her arms...did her parents sue...nah we both got a good hiding!!
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Post by marilyn on Oct 16, 2003 23:55:08 GMT
It's funny that you should mention toys, NN, cos my sisters and I were having a good laugh about things we played when we were little....my older sister and my brother, cos my other sis is 15 years younger and wasn't around then! One of our favorite games was so simple....we used to sit on the front steps and play school....one of us was the teacher.....the other two sat on the bottom step and the goal was to make it all the way to the top and sit on the porch....the teacher had a rock and she would put her hands behind her back and we picked a hand....if we got it right ,we moved up a step....first one to the top won! Ask kids nowadays to sit on the steps and play with a rock!! We loved to play jacks, too....and we lived in a double shotgun house, my grandparents lived on the other side....and the house was up on blocks.....lots of wild cats....my sister and I would spend hours trying to catch a little kitty with a towel so we could play with it.....which it DID NOT like..... Did I mention we were kinda poor....lol!?
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Post by nightnurse on Oct 17, 2003 0:04:53 GMT
Angel314 posted this article on the Chosen board.... According to today's regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who were kids in the 50's, 60's, 70's and 80's probably shouldn't have survived. Our baby cots were covered with brightly coloured lead-based paint which was promptly chewed and licked. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, or latches on doors or cabinets and it was fine to play with pans. When we rode our bikes, we wore no helmets, just flip flops and fluorescent clackers' on our wheels. As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags. Riding in the passenger seat was a treat. We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle - tasted the same. We ate dripping sandwiches, bread and butter pudding and drank fizzy pop with sugar in it, but we were never overweight because we were always outside playing. We shared one drink with four friends, from one bottle or can and no-one actually died from this. We would spend hours building go-carts out of scraps and then went top speed down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into stinging nettles a few times, we learned to solve the problem. We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back before it got dark. No one was able to reach us all day and no one minded. We did not have Playstations or X-Boxes, no video games at all. No 99 channels on , no videotape movies, no surround sound, no mobile phones, no personal computers, no Internet chat rooms. We had friends we went outside and found them. We played elastics and street rounders, and sometimes that ball really hurt. We fell out of trees, got cut and broke bones and teeth, and there were no lawsuits. They were accidents. We learnt not to do the same thing again. We had fights, punched each other hard and got black and blue - we learned to get over it. We walked to friend's homes. We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and ate live stuff, and although we were told it would happen, we did not have very many eyes out, nor did the live stuff live inside us forever. We rode bikes in packs of 7 and wore our coats by only the hood. Our actions were our own. Consequences were expected. The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law. Imagine that! This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers and problem solvers and inventors, ever. The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned to deal with it all. Oh so true...we could play with a skipping rope for hours, and we made up our own plays and pretended to be super heroes, and I grew up poor too M!!
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Post by Cyrus on Oct 17, 2003 1:44:19 GMT
I was born on the backend of that time frame... only a few of those applied to me... Sounds like you gals had fun!
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Post by Ditto on Oct 19, 2003 6:38:28 GMT
My mum gave me toast and dripping once to take to school, so I chucked it behind a radiator. Ask PK to tell us about her horsie!
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Post by PokerKitten on Oct 19, 2003 10:02:26 GMT
Lol, my Champion the Wonderhorse wannabe?! ;D I used to have one of those "walkers" when I was ickle - a nice brown horse on wheels with a big ol' handle for you to push him around. I was rather fond of him and used to insist he was carried upstairs to the bedroom at night. I don't know how I managed it, but my parents used to find him in my bed, with me kinda curled round him - can't have been very comfy with his metal handle and his wheels. Guess I've always been perverse ;D When one of his eyes dropped out I stuck it in a crack in the house wall as a memento.... And when we got a puppy, and he was a bit fretful at first, I gave him Champion to snuggle up to at night. Ugh, Spanish Gold was disgusting! The only time I used to get crappy sweeties like that was at Christmas and my Nan specialised in ghastly confectionary stocking fillers! ;D But I always like candy ciggies ;D I don't blame you for chucking that toast and dripping Ditto! My mum used to knit, everything and anything, and she went through a phase of making me hideous hats, with fancy lumpy bits on them.... I would set off to school wearing one, get around the corner and whip it off.... All fine and dandy, but one day the traitorous roadsweeper told my mum about it - he just thought it was funny, as he watched me do it every day! But my mother wasn't amused
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Post by Sali on Oct 19, 2003 15:05:39 GMT
I was a bit odd.For starters I would only answer to being called Wendy(not my name),would only eat broad beans and boiled eggs(boy has that changed)and had a Barbie doll who I called Bob..................Mmmmmmmm Remember sherbert fountains and flying saucers,Aztec bars and traffic light lollipops.Oh and playing "Mother may I" and french skipping...which i was exeptionally crap at!
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Post by PokerKitten on Oct 19, 2003 19:47:34 GMT
Nice to see you again Wendy! ;D Do you remember when Sindy's boyfriend was called Paul? And Sindy had a groovy red sports car? Well I had both of them, but ditched Sindy because she wasn't as cool as Barbie. So Paul became Barbie's boyfriend.... but my cousin's Action Man murdered Paul so he could be with Barbie... And I probably shouldn't tell you this but they used to play bondage games.... LMAO! Wonder if my cousin remembers this stuff?! But a Barbie called Bob is waaay cool! ;D
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Post by nightnurse on Oct 19, 2003 23:03:44 GMT
;D My mum used to make most of my clothes, and for the most part they were cool... and bless her , even though she wasn't the best knitter she did knit me a Starsky jacket...only it was green and cream! Cos we never had any money , I used to get some rather interesting shoes bought for me from the sales...I particularly remember a revolting pair of platforms...they were a tan colour with orange and purple circles on the front!! I thought they were great at the time, but cringe when I think about them now!
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Post by marilyn on Oct 19, 2003 23:35:17 GMT
rotflmao....sooooo, Wendy.....you were a gassy child, dual personalities.....and liked Bob for your doll's name?! ;D ;D Did any of you like to roller skate.....with the big old fashioned metal key to open and close the toe clamp?? ~I've got a brand new pair of roller skates, you got a brand new key....lalallala ;D~ PK, you sound like you were a determined little booger! Wanna hear a good one....my dad worked at a sugar refinery, and occasionally something would break at work and it would have mercury in it....he would bring it home and let us play with it....used to like to pinch it and watch it separate and then combine back.....little did we know that that's a VERY BAD substance....could explain alot, I know!!
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Post by nightnurse on Oct 19, 2003 23:46:42 GMT
;D LOL we used to break thermometers to get at the mercury...didja know it turns yellow gold white?!
Couldn't roller skate to save my life..or ice skate...spent an hour holding on to the sides at Richmond Ice rink, while friends who'd never skated before just took off...I was sooo jealous!
Sali..did you ever get to the end of one of those traffic light lollies?...Me too impatient..always crunched!
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Post by Ladyhawke on Oct 20, 2003 23:09:39 GMT
;D Uncle Joes mint balls, rainbow and American Cream Soda sherbet ohh and arrowbars for a penny Playing down the meadows and getting chased by a dirty old man on a bike with his todger out, couldn't run for laughing. Swimming in the Manchester Ship canel (yuk a wonder I'm not dead) we were as poor as church mice but we didn't know it, oh and tickley blankets on the bed. ;D
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Post by nightnurse on Oct 20, 2003 23:16:11 GMT
;D Oh Lordy, I forgot about the bedding that weighed a ton lmao!
I ran into a flasher once on my way home from school...I thought he'd been digging up a worm to go fishing with! ;D
Sherbet in the jars you bought by the ounce..ooh I loved that, made your fingers a lovely colour for days...Gawd knows what sort of dyes they used...my innards are probably neon yellow!!
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Post by SpikesToy on Oct 22, 2003 10:37:48 GMT
Okay, now I'm really going to embarrass myself. My girlfriend Liane and I used to re-enact "Billy Don't be a hero" (the song by Paper Lace) with a teddy bear and a doll!! I also had a favourite doll who's hair grew - I think her name was Cindy and Liane's doll was Velvet. Liane's Mum made our clothes so we where always dressed alike. I remember a ghastly denim out fit - must try and find a picture - you have to see it to believe it. We used to eat those lollie cigarettes (no wonder we both ended up smokers) I'm sure I'll think of something else to add. ;D
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Post by j20a on Nov 21, 2003 0:34:18 GMT
I had barbies and a playhouse thing. I don't really remember many toys. I was mainly one to play dress up and 'play pretend'.. i think i may have played mother may i like twice in Cyprus. Years and years ago.. nearly always tanned I used to play outside a lot.. always running around in the corn fields and stuff..
Now it has changed.. no barbies, no doll house, no outside, no playing, no where near as many friends, not really dress up unless it's in drama and i'm alone.. well when i wonder off alone. Pale as hell.. looking like death and not one with losing the weight.. i really need to start going out more..
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Post by azazel on Nov 21, 2003 0:45:24 GMT
bedding?? wow you must of been rich we had old coats thrownonthe bed in cold weather. I remeber watching Billy Connolly once and he was saying about when he was young and they would have all these old coats on the bed to keep warm, made me wonder if he got his feet stuck in the sleeves too and just as i thought that thats was the next thing he said lol. Thankfully I suppose my mum wore those blanket coats so they were quiet thick and warm. If it got real bad we would drag the matress into the living room and sleep in front of the coal fire. Mum says that when she took me into sweet shops she would give me about 10P and I would spend ages choosing my sweets. The assistant would hand the sweets over and then have to try pry my hand open to take my money. Well I would have a major tantrum. How dare he take my pennies and he would try to reason with me and say if I didnt give him the money he would have to take the sweets back. Humph not a chance I bawled the place down until I wet myself and mum had to pay and drag me bawling my eyes out back home. Of course I was only 28 at the time ;D
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Post by nightnurse on Nov 21, 2003 1:20:11 GMT
;D LOL...reminds me of the time we took Mum for a drive in the country...she would insist on saying." Look M..moo cows ....I was 24 at the time: !
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Post by j20a on Nov 28, 2003 22:19:51 GMT
LMAO
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Post by azazel on Nov 29, 2003 7:47:40 GMT
Ok i added about 24 years to my age there, but you never know with me A thing from my childhood that caused major upset and tantrums was when I was diagnosed as lactose intolerant, but the DR only said not to give me icecream. Oh dear oh dear what tantrums that caused especially when my brother could eat it still, but I couldnt. I understood the first time I was refused one, but not the second time. I thought that going without an icecream once was enough, but nope my mum was the devil incarnate and would not let me have an icecream I really hated that woman, but not as much as that DR its a good job he didnt think to say that I wasnt to drink milk because I would of ended up been the youngest killer around ;D
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Post by Incogni2 on Dec 6, 2003 3:50:00 GMT
It was the summer before my 13th birthday when I met a boy named Drew. He was 17, blond, big and just drop dead gorgeous. In no time at all I developed a mad crush for him. He knew it and would tease me, said I shouldn't look like I did for my age, called me jailbait and would shake his head. I can picture him so clearly even today, a beer in his hand, a pack of cigs rolled in the sleeve of his t-shirt and such a wild, full of life air about him. He had sparkling eyes, a wonderful smile, lips I would have loved to kiss, but for all his swagger, he was a gentleman with me. To my extreme disappointment, he never made a move on me and I really thought that he thought I was just some dumb little kid. But we would often talk and even when I moved, he would call or stop by to see me occasionally. One time he told me about going to a fortune teller and she said that he would live a long life as long as he never flew. We were with a group of people at the time and we all laughed and made jokes of it. When I was 14 and he was 19, he called me one night and asked me to go out with him that coming Friday night. He had never asked me out a 'date' before. My heart almost leapt out of my chest, my knees got weak. And to this day, I cannot tell you why, when everything inside me was screaming 'Yes' that I said 'No'. I wasn't allowed to date, but I could have 'gone to a girlfriends'. You know, the old 'Buffy' routine, we're at so & so's house. But I didn't. I don't remember now what I did that evening, but that night I had a horrible dream. I saw someone, though I couldn't see exactly who, die. My girlfriend Chris was away at the time and I was afraid something had happened to her. The next morning, a former boyfriend called me and told me Drew had been killed in a car crash. At first, I thought he was lying because I knew he was jealous of Drew. Then he told me that Drew had been out with a bunch of buddies, been drinking heavily, was driving and lost control of the car. It left the road surface, 'flew' through the air and wrapped itself around a telephone pole. And the 'fortune' and dream came crashing back on me and I knew it was true. The date was Friday, December 5th. I can't help but still wonder that if I had gone out with him that night, that I might have prevented it...then again, maybe it was I who cheated death. And I really don't mean to be depressing by telling this story, I just wanted to say that...I remember you Drew, after all these years...your energy...your life...your smile...and that I am glad we met. And I have often 'felt' that you have been looking out for me in your own way and I wanted to say Thank you.
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