How True

definitly agree with westender, i was a war baby too. very happy childhood. the rest don't know what fun they missed...all innocent may i say .....(well till the teens )
 
Imagine a child today waking up to find frost on the windows, on the inside, and stepping out of bed on to ice-cold lino. Washing in tepid water because there's no hot water left. Going downstairs to find the coal fire, the only source of heating in the house, is just being lit and what bit of warmth it's got is going straight up the chimney. Walking to school no matter how cold, wet, windy or snowy it is, or how far it is.

Imagine that extremely rare child (though nearly every grown-up smokes), the one with asthma, whose "treatment" is being sent to stand next to the tar boiler, when the roads are mended, to inhale the vapours. Imagine being sent to play with your friend who has mumps so that you will catch it while you're young and "get it over with".

Imagine no telly, no computer, no CD player (no CDs), no ipod, no mobile phone. How did we survive? :rolleyes:
 
Imagine a child today waking up to find frost on the windows, on the inside, and stepping out of bed on to ice-cold lino. Washing in tepid water because there's no hot water left. Going downstairs to find the coal fire, the only source of heating in the house, is just being lit and what bit of warmth it's got is going straight up the chimney. Walking to school no matter how cold, wet, windy or snowy it is, or how far it is.
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Jeez, I had forgotten that. I lived in a prefab for the first 9 years of my life. I used to get up especially to scratch pictures on the frost on the inside of the window.
 
Yes, we made ice lollies on the window sill in our bedroom......and though we were freezing we still ate them......then we went to bed in nearly as many clothes as we went out in.
 
Not only did we make ice lolly's but we used to eat the hanging iciccles.
The patterns jack frost made one the window were lovely.
The toast made on the open fire was out of this world.
I can remember on a cold winters day my parents burning old shoes to keep warm.
Oh,boy did they stink.
 
Mmmm nothing makes toast better than an open fire. Now that's something I do miss.
 
ooooh, that brings back memories. I was once hankering after some toast and my mother said the coals were not red enough to make toast (the fire hadn't been going very long)......I was insistent that it WAS red enough......so my mother cut me a shive of bread and let me put it on the coals........needless to say, mother was right and made me eat the blackened smoky dry bread. Moral of the story...trust your mother she really does know best!
 
wasn"t a member back in 2004 only just joined and it was the first time i had seen it, still provokes a lot of thought though.:) thought it would be nice to share it.:)
 
I think it's a great thread as I wasn't a member in 2004 either. As a child of the 60's I too remember Jack Frost, the go-carts e.t.c. My mum didn't trust colour teles so I didn't have one till I left home at 17! We didn't have a washing machine till I was 11, we used the launderette every saturday & mum ironed (without steam) on the dining table on sundays. We had a bath on friday nights to get rid of the smell of school, but we were always clean.
 
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