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Monday, 30 May 2016

My childhood


First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank Sherry while they carried us and lived in houses made with some asbestos...
They took aspirin, ate blue cheese, bread and dripping, raw egg products, loads of bacon and processed meat, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes or cervical cancer.
Then after that trauma, our baby cots were covered with bright coloured lead-based paints.

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 from a bottle.

Take away food was limited to fish and chips, no pizza shops, McDonalds , KFC, Subway or Curry House. Even though all the shops closed at 5.00 pm and didn't open on a Sunday, somehow we didn't starve to death!

We shared one soft drink with 4 friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.

We could collect old/empty drink bottles and cash them in at the corner store and buy Toffees, Gobstoppers and Bubble Gum.

We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter, milk from the cow, and drank soft drinks with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight because.......
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. And we were O.K.
We would spend hours building go-carts out of old prams and then ride down the hill, only to find out we had forgotten the brakes. We built tree houses and dens and played in river beds with matchbox cars.

We did not have Play stations, Nintendo Wii , X-boxes, no video games at all, no 999 channels on SKY no video/dvd films, or colour TV, no mobile phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms . . .
WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside to find Them!

We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no Lawsuits from these accidents.
Only girls had pierced ears!
We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.

You could only buy Easter Eggs and Hot Cross Buns at Easter time.

We were given air guns and catapults for our 10th  birthdays.

We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door, rang the bell, or just yelled for them!

Mum didn't have to go to work to help dad make ends meet because we didn't need to keep up with the Jones's!

Not everyone made the rugby/football/cricket/netball team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!! Getting into the team was based on MERIT!

Our teachers used to hit us with canes and gym shoes and throw the blackboard rubber at us if they thought we weren't concentrating!

We can string sentences together and spell and have proper conversations because of a good, solid three R's education.

Our parents would tell us to ask a Stranger to help us cross the road.

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

Our parents didn't invent stupid names for their kids like 'Kiora' and 'Blade' and 'Ridge' and 'Vanilla' and Kanye

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL


  1. Born in '50 and can tick every single one of those. Except I wasn't picked for Rugby as I was usually mitching [or AWOL!].

  2. Wrong for a lot of this.
    Born 1935 into the depression. Followed by blitz and being an evacuee.
    Mother had work in factory , father in forces. Rationing galore rounded off in Croydon by the v1s/aka doodlebugs.
    We did get free cod liver oil and orange juice. I had a super collection of shrapnel.

  3. This nicely describes my upbringing in the 50s. We were a very lucky generation.


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