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Post by sometime on Sept 23, 2012 20:02:59 GMT
Been really down this weekend not a place I am used to but I am so disappointed that the kids I come across are so molly coddled and incapable of doing things for themselves. The only words they seem to utter are I'm bored or I cant do it and give up. They show no interest in anything outside the house and telly and are not really even bothered by that watching the same thing over and over again in slightly different forms. Nothing creative just rehashed rubbish. unable even to go into a field by themselves to walk the dog at rising teen years afraid of their own shadows and missing out so much on the joys of really living what a sad existence they are faced with Suppose i shouldnt moan but even kids very close to me are being bogged down in this and it breaks my heart. Probably preaching to the converted but even watching countryfile's take on upset me.
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Post by horseylady on Sept 23, 2012 22:07:44 GMT
Funny you should mention this, i have just updated something on my fb about something similar.
Close your eyes and go back in time... Before the Internet... Before semi-automatics, joy riders and crack.... Before SEGA, XBox or Super Nintendo... Way back........ I'm talking about Hide and Seek in the park. The corner shop. Hopscotch. Butterscotch. Skipping. Handstands. Football with an old can. Finger bob. Beano, Dandy, Buster, Twinkle and Dennis the Menace. Roly Poly. Hula Hoops, jumping the stream, building dams. The smell of the sun and fresh cut grass. Bazooka Joe bubble gum. An ice cream cone on a warm summer night from the van that plays a tune. Chocolate or vanilla or strawberry or maybe Neapolitan or perhaps screwball. Wait...... Watching Saturday morning cartoons, short commercials or the flicks. Children's Film Foundation, The Double Decker’s, Red Hand Gang, Tomorrow People, Tiswas or Swap shop? and 'Why Don't You'? - or staying up for Doctor Who. When around the corner seemed far away and going into town seemed like going somewhere. Earwigs, wasps, stinging nettles and bee stings. Sticky fingers. Playing Marbles. Ball bearings. Big 'uns and Little 'uns. Cops and Robbers, Cowboys and Indians, and Zorro. Climbing trees. Walking to school, no matter what the weather. Running till you were out of breath, laughing so hard that your stomach hurt Jumping on the bed. Pillow fights. Spinning around on roundabouts, getting dizzy and falling down was cause for giggles. Being tired from playing....remember that? The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team. Water balloons were the ultimate weapon. Football cards in the spokes transformed any bike into a motorcycle. Choppers and Grifters. Eating raw jelly. Orange squash ice pops. Vimto and Jubbly lollies Remember when... There were two types of trainers - girls and boys, and Dunlop Green Flash were the ones you wanted. The only time you wore them at School was for P.E. And they were called gym shoes or if you are older - plimsolls You knew everyone in your street - and so did your parents. It wasn't odd to have two or three 'best' friends. You didn't sleep a wink on Christmas Eve. When nobody owned a purebred dog. When 25p was decent pocket money Curly Whirlys. Space Dust. Toffo's. Top Trumps. When you'd reach into a muddy gutter for a penny. When nearly everyone's mum was at home when the kids got there. When any parent could discipline any kid, or feed him or use him to carry groceries and nobody, not even the kid, thought a thing of it. When being sent to the head's office was nothing compared to the fate that awaited a misbehaving pupil at home. Basically, we were in fear for our lives but it wasn't because of drive-by shootings, drugs, gangs etc. Parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat and some of us are still afraid of them. Didn't that feel good? Just to go back and say, Yeah, I remember that! Remember when.... Decisions were made by going 'Ip, Dip, Dog Sht' 'Race issue' meant arguing about who ran the fastest. Money issues were handled by whoever was the banker in Monopoly The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was germs. And the worst thing in your day was having to sit next to one. It was unbelievable that 'British Bulldog 123' wasn't an Olympic event. Having a weapon in school meant being caught with a catapult. Nobody was prettier than Mum. Scrapes and bruises were kissed and made better. Taking drugs meant orange-flavoured chewable aspirin. Ice cream was considered a basic food group. Getting a foot of snow was a dream come true. Older siblings were the worst tormentors, but also the fiercest protectors. If you can remember most or all of these, then what a fab childhood you had too xx
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Post by prettyreckless on Sept 23, 2012 22:18:08 GMT
wow horseylady thats ace ;D brought back some cracking memories ... wow now i feel sad at the sorry state of todays kids and adults for that matter  |
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Post by peds on Sept 23, 2012 22:25:10 GMT
I agree that a lot of children in this day and age are living lives like that.
I have 4 children and they have a childhood very similar to my own, outdoors! Ponies, dogs, bikes, building dens, playing out all day with their friends.
I bought my boys an x-box last Christmas, and honestly can't remember the last time they played on it, they much prefer the trampoline/bikes they had for birthdays.
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Post by sometime on Sept 23, 2012 22:26:10 GMT
Everyone of them but isnt it sad that todays kids will never have this.
Going out at 7 am and getting home at 7pm taking jam butties for a picnic to the stream to catch sticklebacks. Orange squash in little milk bottles, returning bottles and jam jars for the pennies, cinema and chips, going swimming in outdoor pools freezing cold on hot summers days steamy warm in winter head freezing so crouched under the water. Just knowing what the wild birds were watching hawks and kestrels hunting over fields, digging leaf mould from the spinneys for the garden, growing things pretty or to eat. Eating peas out of the fields, blackberries from hedgerows, and getting 3 pence a pound for rosehips. 4 for a penny sweets black jacks fruit salads, farthings with robins on. Oh so many wonderful memories wonder what the kids from today will remember about their childhoods telly and games no doubt
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Post by gillwales on Sept 23, 2012 22:50:01 GMT
I couldn't agree more
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Post by wildnative on Sept 24, 2012 3:13:16 GMT
horseylady, Thank You for taking me back to my wonderful childhood. ;D
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Post by thecremellosociety on Sept 24, 2012 3:50:28 GMT
Totally agree
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Post by firtree on Sept 24, 2012 6:43:52 GMT
horselady did all that and more learning to swim in the sea and jumping of the pier,riding bare back down to the meadows to put the ponies away.I could go on and on Thank You for taking me back to.
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Post by twofatladies88 on Sept 24, 2012 8:54:45 GMT
I remember all this too! Such happy memories - what will today's kids look back on I wonder?
All they seem to do is sit indoors on playstations live in a virtual world - so sad
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Post by nia2311 on Sept 24, 2012 9:43:29 GMT
I remember all this too! Such happy memories - what will today's kids look back on I wonder? All they seem to do is sit indoors on playstations live in a virtual world - so sad My son gets picked on because he DOESN'T sit indoors on the playstation. He has a part loan pony, plays guitar and is always strumming away teaching himself new songs by listening to CDs, he draws LOADS, he goes out on bike rides, he plays army in the local park/woods. He has stopped telling people at school about his riding as he gets picked on for being girly. He has a playstation (saved up for and bought himself) but only plays an hour or so a week. He isn't allowed games for age 16/18 as he is only 10, and he gets picked on for this too, as all the other boys in his class DO have these games. Can't win  |
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Post by sometime on Sept 24, 2012 12:12:45 GMT
I did think that the kids of parents on here would be a site happier and more outgoing than the majority hence saying I was preaching to the converted but these are a lucky few not their more commonly treated peers. Oh well not much chance of changing it for many but will keep plugging away at the kids that I come into contact with. I really think they think I am bonkers
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Post by perfect on Sept 24, 2012 16:44:54 GMT
funny enough we where remenising about. JUTE rugs the other day. putting army blankets under them when the weather turned cold.folding them back and outting a roller over it to keep the blancket in place... how they used to get covered in poo marks and stunk at the end of winter... god forbid we ever hadto use them again
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Post by jaycee on Sept 24, 2012 18:05:41 GMT
Oh come on perfect, didnt you enjoy putting on your wellies and scrubbing them with a yard brush and buckets of cold water at the end of the winter! The joys of dragging them to the nearest fence and the stuggle to drape them over without soaking your jods.
And talking of jods, however did we cope with cavelry twill ones (with bat wings of course). Mine were brushed off with a dandy brush and sent for drycleaning twice a year, if I was lucky!
At the start of the show season then at the start of the hunting season. Needless to say I dont remember their being any "best turned out" classes at shows!
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Post by nia2311 on Sept 24, 2012 18:44:29 GMT
Oh come on perfect, didnt you enjoy putting on your wellies and scrubbing them with a yard brush and buckets of cold water at the end of the winter! The joys of dragging them to the nearest fence and the stuggle to drape them over without soaking your jods. And talking of jods, however did we cope with cavelry twill ones (with bat wings of course). Mine were brushed off with a dandy brush and sent for drycleaning twice a year, if I was lucky! At the start of the show season then at the start of the hunting season. Needless to say I dont remember their being any "best turned out" classes at shows! Hang on, this is getting a bit Monty Python-esque: FIRST YORKSHIREMAN: You were lucky. We lived for three months in a paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six in the morning, clean the paper bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down t' mill, fourteen hours a day, week-in week-out, for sixpence a week, and when we got home our Dad would thrash us to sleep wi' his belt. SECOND YORKSHIREMAN: Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at six o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of 'ot gravel, work twenty hour day at mill for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would thrash us to sleep with a broken bottle, if we were lucky! THIRD YORKSHIREMAN: Well, of course, we had it tough. We used to 'ave to get up out of shoebox at twelve o'clock at night and lick road clean wit' tongue. We had two bits of cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at mill for sixpence every four years, and when we got home our Dad would slice us in two wit' bread knife. FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN: Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night half an hour before I went to bed, drink a cup of sulphuric acid, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad and our mother would kill us and dance about on our graves singing Hallelujah. Can anyone top that?  ;D |
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Post by perfect on Sept 24, 2012 20:31:00 GMT
Oh come on perfect, didnt you enjoy putting on your wellies and scrubbing them with a yard brush and buckets of cold water at the end of the winter! The joys of dragging them to the nearest fence and the stuggle to drape them over without soaking your jods. And talking of jods, however did we cope with cavelry twill ones (with bat wings of course). Mine were brushed off with a dandy brush and sent for drycleaning twice a year, if I was lucky! At the start of the show season then at the start of the hunting season. Needless to say I dont remember their being any "best turned out" classes at shows! YES WE DID TALK ABOUT the bat winged jods as well, and the white string girths that we used to boil in a saucepan ontop of mums stove to get them clean...those where the days... |
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Post by jaycee on Sept 25, 2012 7:54:14 GMT
Hardy surprising if we are being "a bit Monty Python-esque...........
same generation, same era!!
Sorry but your comment really illustrates the "generation gap" and the effects on the life of todays children.
No one has being guilty of "one upmanship", it may sound like some form of "Northern poverty" to you but that was how life was in horses, for the rich and the poor....
and perfect is right ......those were the days.
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Post by wilbs on Sept 25, 2012 8:00:51 GMT
Unfortunately children are bombarded with information about how dangerous everything is - everything you eat, everyone is a potential pedaphile, etc etc and am sure they are unable to cope with all this negative information. My grandaughter aged 5 is now telling me how you should not eat this and that or you will get fat - how healthy is that. My daughter told me not to leave her in the pushchair in the bottom of our garden when she was little 'it's not the 70s said she' 'she will get stolen'. My neighbours children young teens won't say hello to me, if anyone speaks to them they bow their heads and carry on walking. Yet they all go on facebook and their parents dress them in provocative clothes from toddlers, post all sorts of information. What a life.
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Post by Karen, garrettponies on Sept 25, 2012 8:05:51 GMT
Simple pleasures - something we don't get these days. I was outside early saturday morning, sun was shining, birds were singing and away in the distance I could hear the hounds, it was lovely.
I feel the same sometime, in our house I have a constant battle against gadgets and games, the latest this and that. Thats just my husband! We are lucky to have a few acres in lovely coutnryside but unless its boiling hot he will sit indoors reading or on a PC, even when he goes outside he doesn't do much, sits and reads! Yes, some of it rubs on my daughter but I am hell bent that she doesn't live by it, she gets plenty of fresh air, plays out, rides, mucks out, gets DIRTY, comes in the house glowing and then can play with her dad on his blinking gadgets.
Other stuff I remember from my childhood - making dens out of clothes airers, 'showjumping' my long suffering Yorkshire Terrier over broom handles resting on buckets for hours around the garden. Picking brambles. Going for long hacks with friends and having picnics with our ponies in the woods. Saving up to buy a 'Puffa' jacket as they were so very very expensive and the must have item of the time.Took me weeks!
ANyone else remember trying to making 'itching powder' from rosehips? or am I just dreaming that one ;D
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Post by sometime on Sept 25, 2012 8:30:15 GMT
Yes I remember making itching powder too. We used to collect the rosehips and take them to school so delrosa could turn them into rosehip syrup we were paid threepence a pound for them in old money. Rosehip syrup was the vitamin C supplement for all the babies born then
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Post by back to the future on Sept 25, 2012 8:56:43 GMT
And how may here including myself have bought gadgety phones for the children to 'stay in touch'? how many here are on Horse Gossip (on a PC) errrrrrrrrrr rather alot, even at work? Maybe i live in a different world but things are pretty much like the good old days here, as that is what we strive to achieve albeit with nicer jodphurs and a few of lifes luxuries  |
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Post by nia2311 on Sept 25, 2012 13:25:30 GMT
Hardy surprising if we are being "a bit Monty Python-esque........... same generation, same era!! Sorry but your comment really illustrates the "generation gap" and the effects on the life of todays children. No one has being guilty of "one upmanship", it may sound like some form of "Northern poverty" to you but that was how life was in horses, for the rich and the poor.... and perfect is right ......those were the days. Does the word 'joke' mean anything to you?? I was brought up in a 2-up, 2-down Northern terraced house, on a cobbled road and spent my entire childhood either on a farm on in a park, thank you very much. I find your post a little rude, to be honest, when all I was trying to do was make a little joke. |
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Post by welsha on Sept 25, 2012 19:14:28 GMT
Ive managed to so far keep my kids away from computer consoles, they dont watch a lot of TV and spend their time out in the fields with their ponies. My 7 year old boy is happiest when he is out fixing fences and my 9 year old girl loves mucking out. they spend hours grooming their ponies and oiling hooves etc. Tonight they have come home from school and whilst still in their school uniforms cleared a flooded stable and then dug a trench to get rid of the water. They then came back and made my tea for me as Ive been poorly today. They know how to cook basic things (under supervision obviously), My little boy is the best fixer I know, and does all the fixing jobs in the house! Im a single working mum and they have to do their bit or everything would not get done! I hope that bringing them up this way they will be of some use to society when they are older!. We have lots of fun and I think they are happy kids!
It makes me very sad when I see a friends teenager who never comes out of his bedroom and is constantly playing computer games, despite the fact he lives on a lovely big farm where there are loads of things he could do with his time. There are so many kids like this these days and it is a worry
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Post by choppytrotty on Sept 25, 2012 20:57:11 GMT
I myself being a teenager, believe it or not, LOVE being outside. Being Ill is horrible, being stuck inside all day, no fresh air. However my brother does not mind being I a small stuffy room all day long on the XBOX, eating nothing but crisps. I eat apples all the time ;D I live and breathe my ponies, a day out showing is great with all the grass, horse sweat and poo! ;D
Although I agree with you, most teenagers prefer their laptop to trees, but a majority of them spend their time outside and have a hobby.
Please do not judge all teenagers, they are not all zombies ;D
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Post by Julie(luke3) on Sept 26, 2012 22:15:26 GMT
lol, sometime... can I ask how old you are? You have brought back all my memories.. Jute rigs and itching!!!! lol xxx ps, I am 40!  |
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Post by nia2311 on Sept 26, 2012 22:48:00 GMT
Speaking of rugs, whatever happened to New Zealand rugs?? You never hear that term used anymore. When I was learning about horse care, you got told to "put a New Zealand" on and turn them out!!
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Post by Julie(luke3) on Sept 26, 2012 23:36:00 GMT
i remember the old canvas rugs nia...  lol x |
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Post by nia2311 on Sept 26, 2012 23:42:20 GMT
They were awful heavy for a little girl to put on a pony!!! But I managed, back in my days of helping out at a riding school!!
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Post by horsesmakemehappy on Sept 27, 2012 1:24:14 GMT
Oh the memories reading this has brought back......itching powder was so much fun especially when used to sneak up on my older brother and jumping the dog over brooms and making dens those were the days wish didn't have to grow up :@(
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Post by flee on Sept 27, 2012 9:19:17 GMT
Does the word 'joke' mean anything to you?? I was brought up in a 2-up, 2-down Northern terraced house, on a cobbled road and spent my entire childhood either on a farm on in a park, thank you very much. I find your post a little rude, to be honest, when all I was trying to do was make a little joke. That's very insensitive nia - some of us were so poor we couldn't afford jokes.I heard my first 'knock knock .Who's there ?' when I was 15 and was so terrified I fainted .My parents swore there and then that not a shred of humour would ever enter our 1 down - none up hovel ( actually , it did have an 'up' but we couldn't use it as Da' had to pawn the staircase to pay for Mams boob job ). No cobbled street for us either - they'd all been dug up and eaten long ago . And from a young age we were expected to contribute to the household finances . Me and my sister used to get packed off for the day, with a lard sandwich ( and a cobble if times were good ) to go blackberry picking .Or stealing mobile phones as it's called now . Ah yes , hard times but good times. Think on before you make fun of folks young nia . |
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