I received an email today entitled;
DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN…?
All the girls had ugly gym uniforms?
It took five minutes for the TV warm up?
Nearly everyone’s Mum was at home when the kids got home from school?
Nobody owned a purebred dog?
When a a shilling was good pocketmoney?
You’d reach into a muddy gutter for a penny?
Your Mom wore stockings that came in two pieces?
All your male teachers wore ties and female teachers had their hair done every day and wore high heels?
Cereals had free toys hidden inside the box?
It was considered a privilege to be taken out to dinner at a real restaurant with your parents?
Teachers threatened to keep kids back a year if they failed . . . and they did?
Lying on your back in the grass with your friends and saying things like, “That cloud looks like a .” and playing footy with no adults to help kids with the rules of the game?
Stuff from the shop came without safety caps and hermetic seals because no one had yet tried to poison a perfect stranger?
When being sent to the principal’s office was nothing compared to the fate that awaited the student at home?
Basically we were in fear for our lives,but it wasn’t because of drive-by shootings, drugs, gangs,etc. Because our parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat! But we survived because their love was greater than the threat.
Who can still remember Nancy Drew, Laurel and Hardy, The Famous Five Secret Seven, Biggles,the Lone Ranger, Phantom, Roy and Dale and Trigger.
As well as summers filled with bike rides, cricket games, Hula Hoops, monkey bars, jilgying, visits to the beach and “conversation” lollies.
Saturday morning cartoons weren’t 30-minute commercials for actionfigures?
Spinning around, getting dizzy, and falling down was cause for giggles?
The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team?
Playing cards in the spokes transformed any bike into a motorcycle?
Taking drugs meant orange-flavored chewable aspirin?
Water balloons were the ultimate WMD?
Didn’t that feel good, just to go back and say, “Yeah, I remember that”? And with all our progress, don’t you just wish, just once,you could slip back in time and savour the slower pace, and share it with the children of today?
No!! Because I remember interest rates reaching 17% on my mortgage and farmers being thrown off their properties by banks foreclosing on loans with 22% interest rates – and being forced to have a low interest savings account to get in line for 12 months so that I could apply for a mortgage. When the revenue from bank loans subsidised depositors and there was no fee-for-service or ATM’s or electronic banking or online transfers or BPay; when cheques took 14 days to clear and I had to arrange an international line of credit if I wanted to leave Australia.
When the only ethnic food was spaghetti – and my Dad cooked the meat sauce IN WITH THE PASTA. Take-away was always Chinese (usually sweet and sour pork) and nary a Thai, Malaysian, Vietnamese, Indonesian or Indian restaurant was to be seen.
Being absolutely terrified if the condom broke because ‘good’ girls didn’t take contraceptive pills and women were second class citizens who had to leave their jobs when they got married. When there was little sex education; women lived their whole married live without experiencing an orgasm because ‘nice’ people didn’t talk about sex and left their violent husbands just as soon as they achieved economic freedom or else stayed on in a loveless relationship, taking the beating and overlooking the child abuse because they had nowhere else to go.
Wogs were everyone other than WASPs and, although few knew the meaning of the word, XENOPHOBIA ruled. When balts, boongs, slopes, reffos, kanakas got stuck in and reformed the economy, dammed the Ord, built the Snowy and helped create the best country in the world before it became politically correct to embrace multiculturism, and it wasn’t embarrassing to your mate when you made reference to his heritage. When ATSIC and land rights and Native Title and Stolen Generations were the stillborn dreams of Charlie Perkins’ freedom riders. Lubras were kidnapped and dressed as boys to keep the drivers warm at night and black stockmen were paid in flour and tea.
Tarrifs and import duties made everything more expensive than it should. Forced membership of the union, the Labour Party ruled by the “40 faceless men.” Calwells ‘two wongs don’t make a white” remark. Always frightened that Dr. Strangelove would attack the Russians.
And that’s just what I can think of in the first five minutes. Nah, I don’t hanker for ‘the good old days’, I much prefer my life today, warts and all.
It would be really good though if somebody could say a sentence without use of the word “Basically”.