I seem to have stirred up a lot of memories this week and it has set me (and I suspect a lot of you too) off thinking about those days. Of course they weren't the 'good old days' in retrospect were they - apart from the Second World War and its aftermath and the hundreds of thousands of 'displaced persons', and the bomb damage and the return of mentally damaged personnel from the armed forces and the food shortages, we still soldiered on. Our parents were used to hardship - many of them (certainly mine; my mother was 'in service' at fourteen) had seen harder times in their own childhood. In most ways things have got better and better. When I married I expected (and got) a house with a bathroom and an inside loo. We never rented but always had a mortgage and so crept up the property ladder.
It was interesting seeing Rachel's lovely old photographs on her post today. I have many similar ones from me dear farmer's childhood and youth.. The difference he always used to say was that much of their money was in the grass or what was intent on eating it. Any spare money went on updating equipment and often 'luxuries' like new bathrooms or fridges were well down the list.
Yes, for most of us things have changed for the better. And it is useless us bemoaning the fact that today's children over a certain age prefer to have their noses stuck in some piece of electronic equipment rather than fishing for tiddlers. And as some of you say - children do still enjoy these activities.
My friends and I often remark that we are pleased that we are not young with small children now. And I daresay most generations say the same. I find it daunting to keep up with computers - I make myself do it because it is good for my brain but it would be very easy to said goodbye to my computer and doze the days away.
All of you keep me young. My legs tell me I am in my eighties but on 'good' days I feel much younger than that in myself - on the days when I don't? well we'll draw a veil over those.