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I remember when I was a boy going to the local fodder store and buying a pckt of slugs a box of .22, 12g and .303 ammo with no license and no questions asked. Buying a pouch of capstan for me nanna and Gus at the general store asking who my nanna was and saying slightly confused "dads mum?"
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Morning Guys,
What a great thread, It's nice to have a little stroll down memory lane, the only problem, I feel a little sad for what is lost.
Now instead of helping the elderly, they are bashed and robbed in the street and in their homes.
I remember when I was a kid we called everyone Mr or Mrs or if they were close friends of the family they were Aunty or Uncle, now kids call you by your first name.
I went to my Uncles place a couple of years back and we were sitting chatting and he kept saying stop calling me Uncle Len, it's just Len, I couldn't get my head around that, this bloke had served in WW2 in Borneo and it seemed especially disrespectful to just call him Len.
I think respect is one of the most important things that has been lost.
Mark
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I remember the 90s
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I remember as a kid, up at dawn, hop on the bike with the sluggy(later .22) and take off for the day with some sandwiches and a canteen of water, meet up with the mates and just go all day, where I grew up in Newcastle, I could ride from one end of the Hunter Valley to the other barely seeing a house(now it's all housing estates).
The only rule was a bloke had to be home by the time the first street light came on, if I wasn't, look out there would be hell to pay. It seems a bit slack now compared with all these helicopter parents, but my parents didn't seem to worry. And I never suffered for it.
Then again maybe they didn't care - one less mouth to feed:biggrin:
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I remember when hot chips came in newspaper and 20c worth fed a family of 3 easy
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I remember when a FC Holden with a 2" copper exhaust was considered cool.
and the 70s its best to just let it go man ,let it go, move on. Peace bro
14th of Feb 1966, 2/- 0f 1" nails for the billycart build up.
forgotten more than I remember but liked it better back then
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Dad always tells me how he could head down the milk bar with $2, fill a bucket of lollies and come home with over a dollar. Not these days, too many cameras he says.
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I remember looking forward to mums bunnies stew,
I remember the "STRAP" at school
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I remember the bus from Tamarama to Bondi cost 5c.
I remember buying cigs for my mum when I was 5 living in Glebe and you could buy a shit hole hole 2 storey terrace house for $14,000 and now there worth millions.
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I remember turf calked tip and fiesta menthol ciggies and black and white
in a 10pack as a treat we had sausage meat on sundays andthe rest of the
week was duck under the table