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Paperboy, 90, paid in pints has no plans to retire
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What a lovely chap ! What would the boys and the shop owner do without him.
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What a lovely chap ! What would the boys and the shop owner do without him.
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I was a paperboy, when I was 13 in the 60's. Monday to Friday was OK but the Sundays were bloody hard work ! I used to use a small trolly.
In my day, you had to wait until the current paperboy got too old of died, in order to get his job. Paper rounds were very much sort after. But my two local newsagents stopped delivering 20 years ago, because the local youths didn't want to get up early and work ( most of then still lay abed in the morning, if the evidence of my housing estate is anything to go by ! )
In my day, you had to wait until the current paperboy got too old of died, in order to get his job. Paper rounds were very much sort after. But my two local newsagents stopped delivering 20 years ago, because the local youths didn't want to get up early and work ( most of then still lay abed in the morning, if the evidence of my housing estate is anything to go by ! )
Yes, I was going to post about no delivery of papers, but my own son didn't want the job, so I can't say too much about that.
When I was young, boys used to hang around at the newsagents hoping for someone to be ill so they could take his round. I never knew any girls who did it. Perhaps horrible stories in the news about kidnaps and murders kept them away.
When I was young, boys used to hang around at the newsagents hoping for someone to be ill so they could take his round. I never knew any girls who did it. Perhaps horrible stories in the news about kidnaps and murders kept them away.
Jo.....actually, the person I took over from when I was 13 was a girl ! A great big gangling one, called Aggie, who used to beat most boys up ! She was brought up in a large family of bothers and she had learned from a very young age, to fight fire with fire. Her brother was a contemporary and mate of mine and we always ran away when we saw her !
I don't think sex had anything much to do with it. People were far less exorcised about the tiny risk of harm coming to their kids, than they are today.
I don't think sex had anything much to do with it. People were far less exorcised about the tiny risk of harm coming to their kids, than they are today.
This is exploitation of the highest Order and SO irresponsible to be paying the chap in beer.
(Sorry, couldnt resist, this IS News and SOMEONE has to take a polar opposite stance).
He probably likes getting in the shop and having a good old gossip. Until dementia took hold of my grandfather, he used to "work" helping out the "old people" - fetching stuff from the shop, cleaning their gutters, taking their bins out etc. Given that he was almost 90 at the time, I did have to wonder who these old people were!
(Sorry, couldnt resist, this IS News and SOMEONE has to take a polar opposite stance).
He probably likes getting in the shop and having a good old gossip. Until dementia took hold of my grandfather, he used to "work" helping out the "old people" - fetching stuff from the shop, cleaning their gutters, taking their bins out etc. Given that he was almost 90 at the time, I did have to wonder who these old people were!
So you did! But still I was feeling contrary, but with my tongue firmly in my cheek.
I hope the youngsters listen to him. I'll bet he's got a wealth of life stories to offer them. I love listening to my grandparents - the stuff they can tell me about life "back in the day" is fascinating. And of course, they can remember stories they were told by their own grandparents so I have family stories going back to the 1800s.
I hope the youngsters listen to him. I'll bet he's got a wealth of life stories to offer them. I love listening to my grandparents - the stuff they can tell me about life "back in the day" is fascinating. And of course, they can remember stories they were told by their own grandparents so I have family stories going back to the 1800s.
I agree Barmaid...old people are so fascinating, especially for the young.
I was talking to my grandnephew the other day and he asked me to tell him all about the "olden days"......cheeky beggar !....its been many years since I heard that phrase, although its one that I recall using a lot when I was young....maybe I picked it up from my parents.
This little grandnephew is only 5, but I remember his Dad ( who is now 36 ) asking me lots of questions about WW2 when he was little. Its how stories are passed down the generations and long may it continue.
I was talking to my grandnephew the other day and he asked me to tell him all about the "olden days"......cheeky beggar !....its been many years since I heard that phrase, although its one that I recall using a lot when I was young....maybe I picked it up from my parents.
This little grandnephew is only 5, but I remember his Dad ( who is now 36 ) asking me lots of questions about WW2 when he was little. Its how stories are passed down the generations and long may it continue.
Agree with mikey4444, Sunday deliveries were hard work, but given a trolley?
we would have considered that a luxury. We were given an extra wide bag for Sunday's and by the time I'd finished the shoulders were aching, they still do today, many years later. I did once ask if I could have two bags, to distribute the weight better but was told 'not to be so soft'. I couldn't really argue, the newsagent rose at four every morning, drove 26 miles,return journey, to collect the papers from the early train. He and his wife then made up the routes and we started deliveries at seven. Ah, the good old day's :o)
we would have considered that a luxury. We were given an extra wide bag for Sunday's and by the time I'd finished the shoulders were aching, they still do today, many years later. I did once ask if I could have two bags, to distribute the weight better but was told 'not to be so soft'. I couldn't really argue, the newsagent rose at four every morning, drove 26 miles,return journey, to collect the papers from the early train. He and his wife then made up the routes and we started deliveries at seven. Ah, the good old day's :o)
Vulcan....I used to live in a small place called Watchet in Somerset, in the 60's.
I would go up to the railway station at about 05:30 to collect the bundled-up packs of papers from the train, with the shop owner. And then we would sort the papers out in the shop, which was only about 200 yards away. If I hurried on my round, I used to get back home for about 08:00, have breakfast with my little brothers, and then off to school. Sometimes I would miss breakfast, but Mum always packed some Marmite sandwiches for me anyway, so at least I didn't go to school hungry !
53 years later, Marmite is my sandwich filling of choice !
I would go up to the railway station at about 05:30 to collect the bundled-up packs of papers from the train, with the shop owner. And then we would sort the papers out in the shop, which was only about 200 yards away. If I hurried on my round, I used to get back home for about 08:00, have breakfast with my little brothers, and then off to school. Sometimes I would miss breakfast, but Mum always packed some Marmite sandwiches for me anyway, so at least I didn't go to school hungry !
53 years later, Marmite is my sandwich filling of choice !
