Paul McCartney qualifies for a bus pass

[Lilly]

Originally Posted by Margaret Pilkington

Well I hit 60 today...... (it didn't hit me back)and guess what? it isn't so bad at all.
I don't have a great hang up about my age because I do not feel 60.....I do not act 60.....I do not dress 60......and I am fit and healthy.

There are a whole lot of folks out there who were born in 1947...and we are survivors.....we played on the streets(until it went dark).....we built dams on the streams,(sometimes we fell in and got leathered by our mothers for getting wet) we played with real lead soldiers,(and didn't get poisoned) we climbed trees,(and occasional spills were looked upon as 'adventures') fought with swords made of wood (ok maybe we got a few splinters, but they didn't kill us)......we played conkers and to my knowledge no one in my circle had an eye put out,we might have had a bruise or two....but they healed and it taught us to be more careful in future.
We didn't have playstations.....we played on the station(when the guard wasn't looking of course)...we didn't have much TV, and became acquainted with Roy Rogers at the pictures (odeon...Saturday morning club...errands all week to get the admission money and an ice cream in the interval)....We ran all the way to school -yes we had the busfare but we spent it on Beech Nut....We were sent to Church and sunday school, but the only time we really went was in time to enrol for the picnic - or ride out on an old fashioned Charabanc.
We ate fish and chips out of newspaper...and didn't it taste better?
We didn't have holidays, but maybe a day out to Blackpool...and a jug of tea to go with our sandwiches...which were invariably full of sand.
We respected our parents and our elders and would give up our seat on a bus without being told/asked.
We were poor materially, but rich in experiences...which is what made us the people we are today.
If you have been bored whilst reading this then it may mean that you are one of the younger generation......if you can identify just some of the things I have talked about then I hope it has stimulated some of your happy memories too.
Also this week I have become an OB(E).....not the medal conferred by the queen....but Old Bag (Extraordinaire - I added that last bit myself)......this honour was conferred upon me by one of the newer members....Thankyou!

Happy Birthday Margaret.I'm under 30 and have certainly not been bored reading your above post.As you say,you were poor materially but rich in experiences and were taught manners and values.That's the way to be.People of your parents' generation had pride in themselves,their families and their property and instilled the same into their children.I think that's wonderful and how it should be.It's a crying shame that our children won't have the fun and character building experiences that you had as a child thanks to over the top health and safety rules i.e banning conkers at school and parents being scared to let their children play out because of worries about paedophiles,road accidents etc.so they spend a lot of time indoors on playstations and things.I wish things were still like they were when you were a child.You didn't have a lot of money but neither did anybody and people in the community looked out for one another and you have plenty of happy memories which are priceless.Sounds like very happy days and I wish it was still like that.Karma to you.

[Margaret Pilkington]

Lilly.....my Ma is forever apologising about our upbringing, but i tell her that we had more of the good things in life than she could ever know......and we grew up knowing that we had to stand on our own two feet and be responsible......that can't be bought.
Spuggie.......I make no apologies for being 60.....and I don't really care who knows I am 60.......being this age does not mean that there is anything that I can't do....and there are a lot of things that i have more time and energy for too.
To anyone who is approaching the big 60....my advice is take a run at it and shout GERONIMO at the top of your lungs.......kick seven shades out of it and tell yourself that you too are a survivor.

[Margaret Pilkington]

And I think it was Mae West who drawled 'it's not the man in your life......it's the life in your man'...well life's like that.....put every ounce in....suck all the goodness out and then on your deathbed you won't be saying 'if only......'

[Tombraider]

Good on you Margeret. I hope im still young hearted at 60 and ive certainly no plans to be packing the DS and PS2 away and retire into a rocking chair any time in the long distant future either

[LenWeekes]

Originally Posted by Margaret Pilkington

Well I hit 60 today...... (it didn't hit me back)and guess what? it isn't so bad at all.
I don't have a great hang up about my age because I do not feel 60.....I do not act 60.....I do not dress 60......and I am fit and healthy.

There are a whole lot of folks out there who were born in 1947...and we are survivors.....we played on the streets(until it went dark).....we built dams on the streams,(sometimes we fell in and got leathered by our mothers for getting wet) we played with real lead soldiers,(and didn't get poisoned) we climbed trees,(and occasional spills were looked upon as 'adventures') fought with swords made of wood (ok maybe we got a few splinters, but they didn't kill us)......we played conkers and to my knowledge no one in my circle had an eye put out,we might have had a bruise or two....but they healed and it taught us to be more careful in future.
We didn't have playstations.....we played on the station(when the guard wasn't looking of course)...we didn't have much TV, and became acquainted with Roy Rogers at the pictures (odeon...Saturday morning club...errands all week to get the admission money and an ice cream in the interval)....We ran all the way to school -yes we had the busfare but we spent it on Beech Nut....We were sent to Church and sunday school, but the only time we really went was in time to enrol for the picnic - or ride out on an old fashioned Charabanc.
We ate fish and chips out of newspaper...and didn't it taste better?
We didn't have holidays, but maybe a day out to Blackpool...and a jug of tea to go with our sandwiches...which were invariably full of sand.
We respected our parents and our elders and would give up our seat on a bus without being told/asked.
We were poor materially, but rich in experiences...which is what made us the people we are today.
If you have been bored whilst reading this then it may mean that you are one of the younger generation......if you can identify just some of the things I have talked about then I hope it has stimulated some of your happy memories too.
Also this week I have become an OB(E).....not the medal conferred by the queen....but Old Bag (Extraordinaire - I added that last bit myself)......this honour was conferred upon me by one of the newer members....Thankyou!

Brilliant, brings back memories, I am not 60 yet, got 9 years to go but my childhood was like yours.

I feel lucky, imagine being a ipod generation child! *shudders*

[ossy kid]

Thanks Margaret and the happiest of birthdays to you. I relate to everything you say and I look at life the same way as you, I think we grew up in the same neighborhood, between Cotton St and Nuttal St at the same time. I have you by a couple of years but still play footy every sunday and sometimes midweek, play golf three or four times a week, hike, canoe and go camping at the drop of a hat and couldn,t agree with you more. "it,s the way we wus brunged up"!!

[Margaret Pilkington]

Ossy Kid you are right......I lived on Riley's Hill....and spent a lot of time running errands along Nuttall st......coal bricks from Bob wilkies, lamp oil and tapers too......Harry Booths butchers......the co-op. I remember running all the way along Nuttall St saying our Divi number 10168...woe betide you if you forgot it and you lost out on the divi. It only seems like yesterday, where have the years gone?

And thank you for your birthday wishes.

[Eric]

Originally Posted by Margaret Pilkington

Well I hit 60 today...... (it didn't hit me back)and guess what? it isn't so bad at all.
I don't have a great hang up about my age because I do not feel 60.....I do not act 60.....I do not dress 60......and I am fit and healthy.

There are a whole lot of folks out there who were born in 1947...and we are survivors.....we played on the streets(until it went dark).....we built dams on the streams,(sometimes we fell in and got leathered by our mothers for getting wet) we played with real lead soldiers,(and didn't get poisoned) we climbed trees,(and occasional spills were looked upon as 'adventures') fought with swords made of wood (ok maybe we got a few splinters, but they didn't kill us)......we played conkers and to my knowledge no one in my circle had an eye put out,we might have had a bruise or two....but they healed and it taught us to be more careful in future.
We didn't have playstations.....we played on the station(when the guard wasn't looking of course)...we didn't have much TV, and became acquainted with Roy Rogers at the pictures (odeon...Saturday morning club...errands all week to get the admission money and an ice cream in the interval)....We ran all the way to school -yes we had the busfare but we spent it on Beech Nut....We were sent to Church and sunday school, but the only time we really went was in time to enrol for the picnic - or ride out on an old fashioned Charabanc.
We ate fish and chips out of newspaper...and didn't it taste better?
We didn't have holidays, but maybe a day out to Blackpool...and a jug of tea to go with our sandwiches...which were invariably full of sand.
We respected our parents and our elders and would give up our seat on a bus without being told/asked.
We were poor materially, but rich in experiences...which is what made us the people we are today.
If you have been bored whilst reading this then it may mean that you are one of the younger generation......if you can identify just some of the things I have talked about then I hope it has stimulated some of your happy memories too.
Also this week I have become an OB(E).....not the medal conferred by the queen....but Old Bag (Extraordinaire - I added that last bit myself)......this honour was conferred upon me by one of the newer members....Thankyou!

Gotcha beat ... I hit 61 last December ... and I too remember all those things ... and so much more. I remember the summer holidays ... how when they started, five weeks was an eternity; and when they ended the eternity seemed to have passed in minutes.


Sometimes, as I listen to today's music, I catch myself developing the negative attitudes that I used to resent in my grandad. I want to enjoy, not condemn, and attempting to get into the music, and what is behind it helps keep me thinking and feeling young ... I hope it is "young" and not "immature" or, god forbid, "senile."