• Black Sheep Diggers presentation - March 29th 7pm

    In the Crown Hotel Middlesmoor the Black Sheep Diggers are going to provide an evening presentation to locals and other cavers.

    We will be highlighting with slides and explanations the explorations we have been doing over the years and that of cave divers plus research of the fascinating world of nearby lead mines.

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Do you remember?

rhychydwr1

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Do you remember? The days of Chopper bikes, going to the disco, going to the pool. TopDeck shandy, dandelion and burdock?
DAVID SCOTT does.

It's enough to make you wonder whether nostalgia today is as good as it was.....

ACCORDING to today's regulators and bureaucrats, those of us .who were kids m the60s, 70s and early 80s probably shouldn't have survived. Why? Because: our cots were covered with brightly coloured coloured lead-based paint which was promptly chewed and licked.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles or latches on kitchen cabinet doors and it was fine to play with pans.

When we rode our bikes, we wore no helmets, just flip-flops and fluorescent spokey dokeys on our wheels.

As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or airbags - riding in the passenger seat was a treat.

We drank water from the garden hose, not from a bottle and it tasted the same.

We ate chips, bread and butter pudding and drank fizzy juice with sugar in it, but we were never overweight because we were always outside playing.

We shared one drink with four friends, from one bottle or can and no one actually died from this.

We would spend hours building go-karts out of scrap and then went top speed down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into stinging nettles a-few times, we learned to solve the problem.

We would leave home in the morning and could play all day, as long as we were back before it got dark. No one was able to reach us and no one minded.

We did not have PlayStation or X-Box, no video games at all. No 99channels on TV, no video tape movies, no surround sound, no mobile phones, no personal computers, no DVDs, no internet chatrooms.

We had friends - we went outside and found them and played elastics and rounders, and sometimes that ball really hurt!

We fell out of trees, got cut, and broke bones but there were no law suits. We had full-on fist flights but no prosecution followed from other parents.

We walked to our friends' homes. We also, believe it or not, walked to school; we didn't rely on mummy or daddy to drive us to school, which was just round the corner.

We made up games with sticks and tennis balls.

We rode bikes in pack sof seven and wore our coats by only the hood

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law.

This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers and problem solvers and inventors, ever. The past50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.

We bad freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all. And you're one of them. Congratulations! Pass this good news on to others who have had the luck to grow as real kids, before lawyers and government regulated our lives, for our own good.
For those of you who aren't old enough, thought you might like to read about us. This, my friends, is quite frightening... and it might put a smile on your face: The majority of students in universities today were born in 1986.

They have never heard of We are the World, We are the children, and the Uptown Girl they know is by Westlife not Billy Joel. They have never heard of Rick Astley, Bananarama, Small Faces, Dave, Dee, Dozy, Beeky, Mick and Titch

For them, there has always been only one Germany and one Vietnam. Aids has existed since they were born. CDs have existed since they were born. Michael Jackson has always been white. To them John Travolta has always been that shape and they can't imagine how this fat guy could be a god of dance. They believe that Charlie's Angels and Mission Impossible are films from last year.  They can never imagine life before computers. They've never pretended to be the ATeam or the Famous Five.They've  never applied to be on Jim'11Fte It or Why Don't You.. ?They can't believe black and white TV ever existed and don't know how to switch on the telly without a remote control. And they phone and text and phone and text and phone and text. Now let's check if we're getting old:

1. You understand what was written above and you smile.
2. You need to sleep more, usually until the afternoon, after a night out.
3. Your friends are getting married/already married/re-marrying.
4. You are always surprised to see small children playing comfortably with computers.
5. When you see teenagers with mobile phones, you shake your head.
6. You remember watching Dirty Den in East Enders the first time around.
7. You meet your friends from tune to time, talking about the good old days repeating again all the funny things you have experienced together.
8. Having read this, you are thinking of cutting it out and sending it to some old friends because you think they will like it too. Yes, you're getting old.


 
rhychydwr1 said:
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles or latches on kitchen cabinet doors and it was fine to play with pans.

We did have Charlie telling us, "stoves are dangerous to go near to because there are so many things there that can hurt you."

Mark
 
You Youngsters had it good.
You never had to sleep every night in an air-raid shelter.
Your school mates didn't wear calipers as a result of polio or rickets.
You didn't have to pay for you health treatment.

So many things can disappear in just one decade.

.............thankfully.
 
You missed the full on fist fights ending up in a wrestling stalemate in the middle of a patch of stinging nettles!

And the exploring of the culverts that ran under the local motorway.
 
Ah but!

Those that died from:- lead poisoning, falling off bikes, being thrown through the windscreen from the front bench seat of the car, breaking their neck on the concrete under the climbing frame, drowning in a culvert, etc. etc. etc. Aren't here to tell their tale, and there wasn't the same nationwide news coverage that you get today, so you didn't get to hear about them.

Was this evolution in action?

I still think the best bit of advice would be given by a notice on the inside of every front door, that reads:-

IT'S DANGEROUS OUT THERE,
BE CAREFUL & COME HOME SAFE.

Maj.

 
We used to go rock climbing without helmets. There is a well known blind caver who will tell you how he came to be blind after being hit by a rock when climbing.

There were no breathalizers and my best friend was killed by a drunk driver.
 
They've  never applied to be on Jim'11Fte It

Jim'll fix . . . WHAT, exactly?

it was fine to play with pans
  Try telling that to my friend who pulled a boiling pan on herself when very young, and was still having surgery to fix it when in her late teens.
 
I remember the chap in Bradford's covered market in the 60's who used to sell pots of barium, strontium and potassium nitrates along with other toxic and highly inflamable compounds such as potassium dichromate. He must have had the most dangerous market stall in the country.
 
Oh ? I used to live in Bradford in the 60s, but I don't remember that; what on Earth was he selling this stuff for?
 
grahams said:
I remember the chap in Bradford's covered market in the 60's who used to sell pots of barium, strontium and potassium nitrates along with other toxic and highly inflamable compounds such as potassium dichromate. He must have had the most dangerous market stall in the country.
We had Oakes & Eddon in Liverpool in the 60's. Supplied all sort of chemicals in little tubs and (admittedly only 5%) Sulphuric, Nitric & Hydrochloric Acid. Great fun for a 12 year old. However this paled into insignificance when I was in London in '68 and acquired 500gm Sodium, 500ml Bromine and a shedload of interesting organic compounds together with the above acids at full strength. Made some quite interesting compounds...

Dave
 
Fulk said:
Stupid question, no doubt, but what the **** would you want with 1/2 kg sodium?
Its was used to remove traces of water in diethyl ether for grignard reactions. (well you asked!) Admittedly some was used for more interesting pyrotechnic effects...

Dave
 
Sorry, Dave, I misread your post; I somehow got the idea that you got your sodium from the guy in the covered market!  :-[
 
Fulk said:
Oh ? I used to live in Bradford in the 60s, but I don't remember that; what on Earth was he selling this stuff for?

This must have been around '62 - '64 ish when the Keighley trolley busses were still operational. What he sold much of the stuff for is a mystery but I guess he was effectively selling chemistry sets without the test tubes.

He had a huge number of compounds, each in a little sealed carboard pot and with an appropriate coloured label (green for ferrous, blue for copper etc.) with the name and formula on it. To find these exotic compounds in the winter gloom of Bradford market was pretty exciting for a 12 year old particularly since the Boy's Own annuals gave us some good ideas for how to use them. We had a lot of fun with iodine and ammonia for example :o.
 
rhychydwr1 said:
ACCORDING to today's regulators and bureaucrats, those of us .who were kids m the60s, 70s and early 80s probably shouldn't have survived. Why? Because: our cots were covered with brightly coloured coloured lead-based paint which was promptly chewed and licked.

Er, loads (ok, let's count 'em off,... easily thirteen that I can remember) of friends from the 70s and 80s never made it; mostly cycling/RTAs, dangerous living. Perhaps the article is correct, then.
 
Hmm, I can certainly remember trolly buses in Bradford, but not in Keighley; didn't they stop at Crossflats (with a big  trolly shed, now a restaurant, in Saltaire)?
 
I always love seeing these. Subtle complaints about elf n safety from the generation that invented it ;)
 
History written by the winners ;-) Those who did all those dangerous things and didn't survive aren't around to tell us how much they remember of those days. History written by the winners. Yes, a nice nostalgic view of my childhood.  I got away with loads. The two lads who went swimming in the local river, unfortunately, didn't. My time spent as after-school unsupervised chemistry laboratory assistant should have ended badly, as I remember things!
 
Another angle on things, received in an email. Actually from Dickie Bird.

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.

He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, life isn't always fair, and maybe it was my fault. Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn) and reliable parenting (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned, but overbearing, regulations were set in place.

Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate, teenagers suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition. Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job they had themselves failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer paracetamol, sun lotion or plaster to a pupil, but could not inform the parents when a pupil became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband, churches became businesses and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home, but the burglar could sue you for assault because you protected yourself and your own.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live after a woman failed to realise that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust, his wife, Discretion, his daughter, Responsibility and his son, Reason. He is survived by three stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else is to Blame, and I'm A Victim. Not many attended his funeral because so few realised that he was gone.

If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.




I could add a few thoughts of my own such as how technology is slowly becoming our master rather than our servant and in so doing is 'dumbing us all down' or the connection between life slowly becoming more and more complicated and the increase in mental problems within our society.
 
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