Wen we woz yung

I always remember the walk to school, rules were if the journey was 3 miles+ they put on a bus. One route to school was 2.9miles so no bus.

But that took in a very narrow lane with high banks so we were not allowed to use it, not for our safety mind, but because it held cars up.

The alternative was 4.1 miles and we had to go that way.
 
I reckon we’ve done pretty well to come through the ‘40, 50s, and 60s

Polio, rickets, child labour, the Melbourne trench, a money maker for Australian dentists, who were paid by how many teeth they fill, because of the masses amount of sugar we consumed.
I’ll never forget the two strikes of the cane delivered by Mr Hunt, the sadistic head master, for reasons he never bothered to tell me, they were for.
Maths lessons. For years 2 & 3, the poison little queer, who also was supposed to teach music, was obviously in love with a more mature 13 year old in the front row. Never bothered with the rest of the kids
Consequently, the nervous bloke who was supposed to take year 4, couldn’t understand why we couldn’t understand why x had any thing to do with y, and we only knew that someone called Pythagoras probably sold kebabs near the Arsenal.
Did all this nonsense affect me in later life?
Probably
But in my 77 years, I’ve never had to know what the hypotenuse of a right angle triangle was.

For really clever stuff, I’ve got you lot, and Google 😘
 
Much of this simply isn't true, for most families, in our city, or where my grandparents, and many of my cousins lived.
My childhood was in the 40's and 50's, and some of the things shown in the video just didn't happen in those times, let alone the sixties. Indeed, in the sixties, we were bringing up our own children, although they were too young to be allowed to go their own way.
Still, it does make nostalgic viewing though.
 
Mick H said:
Much of this simply isn't true, for most families, in our city, or where my grandparents, and many of my cousins lived.
My childhood was in the 40's and 50's, and some of the things shown in the video just didn't happen in those times, let alone the sixties. Indeed, in the sixties, we were bringing up our own children, although they were too young to be allowed to go their own way.
Still, it does make nostalgic viewing though.
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It might not be a true experience for you, but I think that very much depends on where in the country you lived and has a lot to do with family background, upbringing and circumstances. You were obviously brought up in a city, for me we were semi-rural 🤷‍♀️

Quite a lot of it rings true for me, especially the amount of freedom to roam, climbing trees, walking, running and roaming with friends up to 15 mile radius or more, especially at weekends when not at school, and travelling on (abundant and cheap!) public transport solo or with friends, (although maybe not quite as young as 5).

All the schools I attended were local and walking distance. Senior school was over 2 miles away. There were school buses, but we always usually preferred to walk the two miles there and back regardless of sun, rain, wind or snow and ice. After being dropped off at infant school on the very first day, I was never accompanied by anyone thereafter. From the age of 5 onwards I walked solo to and from infant and junior schools, which were just over half a mile away.

I'm talking late 50s and into the 60s 🤷‍♀️
 
90% tought at school was pure sh-t, who wants to know when the head of some king was chopped of in 1166 etc, all required is maths english sience, hence we home school our kids after primery, daughter now at collage doing a english degree.
 
mariesnowgoose said:
It might not be a true experience for you, but I think that very much depends on where in the country you lived and has a lot to do with family background, upbringing and circumstances. You were obviously brought up in a city, for me we were semi-rural 🤷‍♀️

Quite a lot of it rings true for me, especially the amount of freedom to roam, climbing trees, walking, running and roaming with friends up to 15 mile radius or more, especially at weekends when not at school, and travelling on (abundant and cheap!) public transport solo or with friends, (although maybe not quite as young as 5).

All the schools I attended were local and walking distance. Senior school was over 2 miles away. There were school buses, but we always usually preferred to walk the two miles there and back regardless of sun, rain, wind or snow and ice. After being dropped off at infant school on the very first day, I was never accompanied by anyone thereafter. From the age of 5 onwards I walked solo to and from infant and junior schools, which were just over half a mile away.

I'm talking late 50s and into the 60s 🤷‍♀️
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No way are you older than me, had my eye surgery now so will take a second look next time you are back. 😂
 
Re Child labour. I can’t be to only one who remembers the Trade Bike. That of Hovis advert.
Me, a late developer, at 13 riding one of these through North London suburbs. I say riding, more like tottering, on a heavy bike, filled with someone’s weekly shopping, that was almost as tall as me. How we survived the busy roads, yup, even then, goodness only knows. That was after school. Paper round before school. Only ever got a Shilling pocket money, and that was to get rid of us to the Saturday morning pictures. That all stopped when I was 13 and earning. My old man was never known for his generosity.
Thinking back, I started work at 13 and finished at 73. Should have retired at 20. Luvin it.

Going on from that nonsense above. I’m watching YouTube videos of young‘uns like True Blue Travellers and Jammy Gits, who have said, Sod it, life is for living. Let’s get out there and see the world while we can.
If I wasn’t so dependent on the NHS, and not being allowed to remortgage the house, I’d love to be doing that.
All a case of, would’ve, could’av, should’ve, been brave enough
 
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