The Oldies Thread



After getting cheered up in the 'Getting Older - Men's section, The mind had a wander way back when...

Back in the 50s families were mostly bigger and there were a lot more kids of various ages in your what is called today your social support group or some such waffle.
what it meant was 'our street'
Mothers mostly stayed at hope, there were no disposable nappies and little kids really were a full time job.
So who 'looked after' aka, 'made sure you didn't kill yourself and came home for your tea'?

Big Sisters - that's who.
They were the Sergeant's, they ran everything, leaving The Colonel in Chief aka Yer Mars to look after babies...anybody who didn't go to school.
Older Brothers? Nah gtf - didn't wanna know...and, back in those days weren't expected to.

They had sensible, no nonsense names Susan, Margaret, Doreen.
The only authority they had was being 5,6,7, years older than you, which back then was all you needed.
They ran everything.
They even helped run...under the watchful eye of an actual adult our local Cubs, 2 or 3 off them easily handled 20 odd 8 to 10 yr olds
Can you imaging today's 15 yr olds doing that

Let's hear it for (other peoples) big sisters...not mine obvs, she was a power mad sadistic despot...just kidding Sis
 
Reluctantly making my way into this group.

Qualifications are:
  1. I own a set of +1.5 reading glasses and am considering buying multiple pairs for multiple places
  2. I bring my slippers to any friends house where we are staying for a few hours
  3. My garden is immaculately trimmed and weeded
  4. My garage has everything stored in its rightful place just short of drawing shapes round tools and labels
  5. Kids have all but flown the nest
  6. My doctor is all of a sudden more interested in walking behind me than sitting in front of me
  7. I get targeted by Pension consolidation ads
  8. I get targeted by Male Nappy ads (Never owned a set....promise)
  9. I switched to an e-bike because its easier
  10. I was asked if I paid OAP rates at the Turkish Barbers
  11. My ears and nose get waxed in the Turkish every 3-4 weeks. I couldn't wait any longer
  12. My age range (50-60) is known as Snipers Alley
  13. Involuntary Noises. Yep, I make them
  14. I enjoy a trip to LIDL because of the middle isle
  15. Bought an SUV as my older lower car was hard to get out of (see point 13)
 
Pootsy said:
Reluctantly making my way into this group.

Qualifications are:
  1. I own a set of +1.5 reading glasses and am considering buying multiple pairs for multiple places
  2. I bring my slippers to any friends house where we are staying for a few hours
  3. My garden is immaculately trimmed and weeded
  4. My garage has everything stored in its rightful place just short of drawing shapes round tools and labels
  5. Kids have all but flown the nest
  6. My doctor is all of a sudden more interested in walking behind me than sitting in front of me
  7. I get targeted by Pension consolidation ads
  8. I get targeted by Male Nappy ads (Never owned a set....promise)
  9. I switched to an e-bike because its easier
  10. I was asked if I paid OAP rates at the Turkish Barbers
  11. My ears and nose get waxed in the Turkish every 3-4 weeks. I couldn't wait any longer
  12. My age range (50-60) is known as Snipers Alley
  13. Involuntary Noises. Yep, I make them
  14. I enjoy a trip to LIDL because of the middle isle
  15. Bought an SUV as my older lower car was hard to get out of (see point 13)
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Slippers are a must ! You might get funny comments, but you just know everybody else is jealous. :lol:
 

degsy said:
After getting cheered up in the 'Getting Older - Men's section, The mind had a wander way back when...

Back in the 50s families were mostly bigger and there were a lot more kids of various ages in your what is called today your social support group or some such waffle.
what it meant was 'our street'
Mothers mostly stayed at hope, there were no disposable nappies and little kids really were a full time job.
So who 'looked after' aka, 'made sure you didn't kill yourself and came home for your tea'?

Big Sisters - that's who.
They were the Sergeant's, they ran everything, leaving The Colonel in Chief aka Yer Mars to look after babies...anybody who didn't go to school.
Older Brothers? Nah gtf - didn't wanna know...and, back in those days weren't expected to.

They had sensible, no nonsense names Susan, Margaret, Doreen.
The only authority they had was being 5,6,7, years older than you, which back then was all you needed.
They ran everything.
They even helped run...under the watchful eye of an actual adult our local Cubs, 2 or 3 off them easily handled 20 odd 8 to 10 yr olds
Can you imaging today's 15 yr olds doing that

Let's hear it for (other peoples) big sisters...not mine obvs, she was a power mad sadistic despot...just kidding Sis
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I feel that's spot on all areas were communities & their were youth clubs etc etc & Boy scouts Girl Guides groups - If you did wrong eg scrumping Apples etc - broke someones window with a football - the neighbor would take you to your father & a clip around the earhole & sent to bed etc - was a deterrent - plus the areas had a local Bobby policeman on the beat - who you were wary of - & he was respected -

Plus the community of kids played football in the streets as their wee not that many cars on the road etc etc -

Today its impossible to to most of that youth clubs shut down Cubs & Scouts short of leaders as its voluntary _ I know as in my mid 30s I ran a cub group for 4 years with enjoyment & stress before having to pack it in as it was unpaid & the people above were the Gin & tonic brigade ...

Their were some bad kids in those eras in the 1950's & 1960's & yes they had knives used for whittling & making home made catapults - not stabbing people like today .....
 
gonetomorrow said:
I can remember aged four being allowed to wander off for ages. I'd crouch down by the kerbside and poke ice lolly sticks into the melting tarmac of the road surface.
Traffic was quiet in those 50s days but you just wouldn't allow a kid to go off like that now - for several reasons.
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Melting tar had a lovely smell. Always associate melting tar with massive ants' nests, half of them flying ; dig around in them and you'd find the eggs.
 

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