[BITList] Ah! Those were the days!

[John Feltham]

My Mum used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread  butter on bread on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't seem to get food poisoning..

Our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper  in a brown paper bag, not in ice pack coolers, but I can't remember  getting e. Cold. Almost All of us would have rather gone swimming in the  lake  or at the Beach instead of a pristine pool (talk about boring), no beach closures then.

We  all took PE ...... And risked permanent injury with a pair of Dunlop sandshoes instead of having cross-training athletic shoes with air  cushion soles and built in light reflectors that cost as much as a small  car. I can't recall any injuries but they must have happened Because  they tell us how much safer we are now.

We got the cane for doing something wrong at  school, they used to call it discipline yet we all grew up to accept the  rules and to honour & respect those older than us. We had 50 kids in  our class and we all learned to read and write, do maths and spell  almost all the words needed to write a grammatically correct  letter......., FUNNY THAT!!

We all said prayers in school irrespective  of our religion, sang the National anthem and no one got upset.

Staying in detention after school I caught all sorts of negative attention we wish we hadn’t got.

I thought that I was supposed to accomplish  something before I was allowed to be proud of myself. I just can't  recall how bored we were without computers, Play Station, Nintendo,  X-box or 270 digital TV cable stations. We weren't!!

Oh yeah ... And where was the antibiotics and  sterilisation kit when I got that bee sting? I could have been killed!

We played “King of the Hill” on piles of gravel  left on vacant building sites and when we got hurt, mum pulled out the  2/6p bottle of iodine and then we got our backside spanked. Now it's a  trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10 day dose of antibiotics and  then Mum calls the lawyer to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a  threat.

To top it off, not a single person I knew had  ever been told that they were from a dysfunctional family. How could we  possibly have known that?

We never needed to get into group therapy and/or  anger management classes. We were obviously so duped by so many societal  ills, that we didn't even notice that the entire country wasn't taking  Prozac!

How did we ever survive?

LOVE TO ALL OF  US WHO SHARED THIS ERA. AND TO ALL WHO  DIDN'T, SORRY FOR WHAT YOU MISSED. I WOULDN'T TRADE  IT FOR ANYTHING!

Pass this to someone and  remember that life's most simple pleasures
Are very often the  best.

Ah, those WERE the  days!!!!




ooroo

The palest ink is more reliable than the strongest memory.

Chinese Proverb.




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