I Remember when I was a Boy

I remember when I was a boy, my parents owned a house not far from the exhibition grounds, and every year, dad would pack a six pack and a bottle of coke (as a treat for me) and we'd climb up the outdoor entertainment area to be able to get up on the house roof (mindful of how to walk on tiled rooves without cracking them!) and up onto the top of the roof pitch, where he and I would sit and "have a drink" whilst we watched the fireworks - couldn't afford to go to them, and quite frankly I thought sitting up on that roof with the old boy was the most awesome thing ever, so didn't really understand at that time that there was no choice anyway.

Ahhh ... good times ... simple pleasures!

I remember when SYNCRONISED swimming was NOT a sport

and there were 4 beatles, crowds 10 deep from essendon airport to the city

I remember having Rabbit Drives to raise funds for the local Footy Club, Listening to the Cricket on the ABC in the middle of the Night when it was broadcast from Cables sent from England and a Pencil hitting a Coconut was used to make the sound of the Bat hitting the Ball.

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Originally Posted by threedogs

14th of Feb 1966, 2/- 0f 1" nails for the billycart build up.

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14th Feb 1966, was big day for this country (still remember most of the song). And the Billycart often made from an old fruit box.

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Originally Posted by MC97GQ

Morning Guys, 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 still call some of my parents friends from when I was a boy, Uncle or Aunty, its a habbit that I cant get away from. My dad also served in Borneo during the war. He volunteered and joined the Air Force. I cannot imagine any of my sons volunteering to put on a uniform, and heading off to fight a war and 2 of them are in their 30s, let alone when they were 18.

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Originally Posted by growler2058

I remember when hot chips came in newspaper and 20c worth fed a family of 3 easy

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Thanks Health Dept for banning the newspaper, not.

[QUOTE=Winnie;288314]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. QUOTE]

Gold !!!!!!!!! :clapping:

I remember when I was a wee lad trying to start poppas mower up to help him out
But I filled the tank with water and not petrol
And when his mate came to look at it and found it full of water quickly grabbing my plastic clak clak mower and going flat out trying to mow the grass hahahahaha used to send the ok boy over the edge when I did it inside hahahahahahahahahaha


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Originally Posted by Winnie

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. QUOTE]

Gold !!!!!!!!! :clapping:

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Mate of mine every day before school would get a huge bag of cobbers for 20c and never share
He had a full set of false teeth by 21 hahahahaha that'll learn him :)



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I remeber the old days times were easier, the dollar was strong.
and a pie was 10c at school with sauce not freaking $4.50 plus 20 c extra like now.
and a potato cake {Scallop to others} were 5 for 10cents

I remember when I was a boy:

K-Tel, My dad bought me their "Record- a Matic" to keep my LPs in.

When stereo record players became available. ( Still chuckle about remembering my dad dancing around the room and saying "Can you hear it, can you hear it".

When my mum would say " just you wait till your father gets home" (Was she kidding, I never knew anyone who was going to wait for their father to get home so he could give you a belting for something you had done wrong). I would sneak out and runaway, come home just after dark hoping they would be worried about me, then cop a whack for being out too late as well.

Hardly any shops were open on Saturday arvos and Sundays. Public holidays you would be hard pressed finding anything open including a servo.

There was no speed limits once you were outside a built up area.

Some great times and memories.

Great thread OVA50,
I remember those tin hands that were used for turn signals on trucks.
Plus a fatty was a 6" wide tyre, and you could have a "GAYTIME"

I remember it was dangerous to stir your teacher. I also remember we got $2 for a pair of rabbits.