The Good Old Days


The Good Old Days

As we all get older, we tend to compare what is going on around us right now with what things were like in the so-called good old days of our youth. The members of this current generation will look upon the present day as their own good old days in years to come.

But were those times really as good as we remember them?

The Good Old Days

When I was a small child here in England during the late nineteen forties and throughout the nineteen fifties, while we knew no different, our lives were austere compared to today. Not everybody had a television – black and white back then. Plus refrigerators were for the rich.

My mother’s only method of keeping foodstuffs cold was a ‘safe’, not the kind you keep your money and valuables in, but a small compartment built into the wall of the kitchen, with wire netting on both sides to allow the cold air from outside to do its job.

My father was paid £5 per week. Criminals were subjected to harsh penalties within the cold walls of the Victorian-built prisons. Murderers were hung. The only gangs the police encountered were bank robbers, unlike today.

Policemen patrolled the streets on foot, knowing everybody on their beat personally. If you were a kid who had done something wrong, you got a good hiding from the policeman, then he dragged you home by your ear to receive another from your embarrassed father, or mother.

You had brought great shame upon the family name. Needless to say, if you were sensible, you behaved yourself from then on.

Most people in town still lived in Dickensian-style Victorian semi-detached rows of houses with tiny rooms and no gardens. Each of these cold damp houses had an outside toilet, and everyone took a bath once a week, usually beside the fire in a tin bath, father first, followed by mother then the kids, all sharing the same water.

Hardly anyone had a bank account of any kind – why, because by the time the rent had been taken out, along with the electricity payment, and the food essentials for the week, not that the shops back then had much on offer, there was nothing left.

Suet pudding, or spotted dick (a steamed concoction made with raisins), the occasional small joint of beef, bread, jam, milk, tea, cod-liver oil, treacle, porridge, the occasional egg, these were the daily fare in the average working class home back then. If you had a tiny patch of dirt, you grew what vegetables you could to supplement the meager food supply.

No one had a telephone. Our only outside entertainment was either a mile-long walk to the nearest Cinema, on the odd occasion when there was a spare sixpence for a ticket. Usually, we listened to the radio.

Everybody lived in one room. By that I mean the tiny kitchen, gathered around the radio or huddled beside the fire. When winter struck, the interior of your home was often colder than outside. Windows froze solid with frost on the inside.

Could today’s generation learn from those times – yes?

Today, we seem to have completely forgotten how to live with, respect, and tolerate each other. Criminal gangs of youths roam our streets, causing mayhem, knowing full well that the police are hamstrung by the entire ridiculous current batch of laws, seemingly designed to protect the criminal’s rights rather than the rights of law-abiding citizens.

Were the good old days all that good?

In many ways, the answer is no. But back then, at least we all learned to respect authority, the law of the land, and our elders and betters. Would I want to go back in time to my childhood? No thanks, except for its simplicity, safety, and innocence.

  1. Avatar of Lisa Blair Hathaway, Author
    Lisa Blair Hathaway, Author says

    Thank you for remembering way back when and sharing it with all of us.

  2. Avatar of Jack Eason
    Jack Eason says

    Thank you for taking the time to read it Lisa – much appreciated. 😀

  3. Avatar of Nancy Denofio
    Nancy Denofio says

    Most of the things you mentioned were the same here in the states, except for the housing designs, etc. I recall the black and white tv and the giant X on the screen when there was nothing but the Little Rascals, or the Three Stooges in the morning. Oh yes, we did have Hoody Doody too. And not a toy unless we made it up, like kick the can in the alley, or hide and seek, but we had fun since we were playing with others instead of keying on the board with strangers, which can be harmful for youngsters. Yes, it was safer for children then, and perhaps backwards, but safe. I enjoyed your work. Always, Nancy

  4. Avatar of Jack Eason
    Jack Eason says

    Thank you Nancy. We all talk about the ‘good old days’, remembering the pitifully few good times. 🙂

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