Oh they were ummmm..................the summers seemed to be never ending and I don't remember the rain................used to play out and go swimming, den-building, and tree climbing all day long.
I love the piece entitled "when we was brung up proper" - story of my childhood in the 50s. I give talks to groups on this decade and take along toys, books, games, kitchen gadgets etc etc and they love to see them and wallow in nostalgia ..... we even sing songs of that era mostly taken from "Uncle Mac's Children's favourites"
What a lovely article. Sums up my childhood to a T. They were indeed happy, carefree days. Children of today have missed out on so much. They WERE the 'good ole days'
"O the railroad runs through the middle of the house"
"the other one's got a big bald spot, exactly like his pop,pop, pop, poppidy pop"
"look at the monkey, monkey, monkey, little red monkey .........."
"In that big rock Candy mountain"
No Sandy, you don't hear them like that now. Which children today will be able to remember their childhood songs in 50 years time and sing them almost word perfect!
Notice the snake belt on the boy? And whatever happened to Health and Safety in those days?
The amazing thing is we are still here moaning about the new meanings of words like 'wicked', grass was what we played football on, not smoked, and all those other memories. Ah! Nostalgia's not what it used to be.
Haha you will never guess what happened to my snake belt - I was on a picnic with my friend and her parents and brothers in a field and us children had undressed and put our cozzies on, to go paddling in the nearby stream, when some bullocks from the next field trampled right through the stream. We just ran for our lives! They had obviously decided they wanted to share our food which was laid out on a tablecloth on the grass. We were terrified as the whole herd wandered over and completely devoured our picnic. I had bolted for the safety of the gate and watched in horror as one of the bravest young bullocks who was actually very aggressive (or seemed it to us "townies") chewed my lovely new belt to pieces. I was gutted as I had saved my pocket money for ages to buy that!