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Great, Blackest! I hope this isn't your last post here! I live in an old house where the fireplaces have been taken out (not my choice) and I often regret it when there is stuff to be recycled because it canot be burned. I do have a small incinerator in the garden but it smokes so much that I feel it is inconsiderate the the neighbours to use it too often.
Yes it is .what part of Ireland are you from.would you be able to put some details of who you are
Blackest,early mornings ,that should have read something about yourself Sorry
well i live in a small country cottage nearest town is Buttevant about 5 miles away. Currently the garden is a bit boring mainly lawn and little else. I intend to change this
I lived in the UK for most of my life but found a better way of living here. Climate wise it varies between craggy island and warm sunny days weather is changable sometimes within an hour. Unfortunately Ireland is picking up bad habits from the UK such as water bills and council tax but even so a good place to be.
You are very well come ,as you can see from my Avatar i'm in Clogher 13k to the nth of Drogheda
Lyn, yes I remember Home and Colonial, Metropole and many other stores that crowded the High Streets, we had a self owned shop in our village that had Paraffin at one end of the counter and hard cheese on the counter at the other end, The butter was cut from a churn and patted up with two paddles, the bacon was on a large bacon slicer, "thick or thin" they would ask. Broken biscuits help yourself, how many hands went in that box I wonder. Tea came in packets and coffee was for toffs, I still only have around one cup of coffee a fortnight although I drink tea all day.The Co-op was the best shop in the village and town with the paraffin out back everything scrubbed down and real clean sawdust on the floor, "do not forget our number" 14958 Mother would say as she sent me off for something.Shopping then was an adventure, today it is a chore, people would stop and talk now they swear and belt you with a trolley as they rush around without a spare second in their diaries.When we are all forced to shop on line because of closures will all those extra vans flying around be the end of the world I ask?
I lov e that post Frank!
I always collected the ty phoo cards, I still have the albums now,
those were the days when mum sent you up the co op from 4 years old to get something, I dont think now she ever wanted it, just gave me as job to get me streetwise. and the number was 978725, how strange we never forget these things, but what did I have for dinner yesterday, not a clue!
Goodness me! What a busy lot you have been and I've only just had my first coffee.
Hindsight is a wonderful thing. The powers that be, who granted permission for all these out-of-town stores, could never have realised just what would happen to our local shops and High Streets. I'm as bad as the rest, wanting everything under one roof, so I am being a hypocrite if I moan about the charity/restaurants/fast food outlets/empty shops that now exist in my town. It is a dead town which the Council keep chucking money at in the hope that it will attract people, but fancy pavements, planters etc. ain't going to make an ounce of difference. But that's another rant that I could go on about all day - council spending!
No Lyn, I don't think you are old at all! Surely everyone remembers the cards!
Lyn, in those days a village was a village, ours had the pond and the green, the Blacksmiths, three Church's and local shops including five Butchers who slaughtered their own meat. We had a small holding so also killed our own the garden fed us for the year we also had a car few and far between so travelled. The village was a safe place because everyone knew each other kids could play out around the fields and woods with no fear.Now our village Norton, quite largely unchanged is joined to Stockton in one long gaggle of housing and roads. I do local history with the Town Library often putting right incorrect information entered by people who have some knowledge then guess the rest. History to me is what you lived at the time and not guess work if I cannot give a complete answer I leave it alone.My Daughters have had me writing it all down since around 2000 so I have reams of files which come in handy for the local Remember When papers who ask for information, it all keeps me active and on the move.History is OK in its place although I watch the Grandchildren move ahead with new technology, different aspirations, and envy them the challenges ahead at the same time feeling sorry at what we had and they have missed, it is progress Lyn.
That kind of village living was a privilege, really, compared with the way many people had to live in cities. Today, it is often the preserve of the well-to-do and the kind of stable, financially mixed communities there have largely disappeared. It is a shame, because it was healthier in many ways to live near family and friends and feel secure in your own environment. Today the population is much more mobile and increasing wealth has meant increasing demand for quick shopping and lots of entertainment and gadgets. It all isolates people from long-term relationships with a community.
I remember the Home and Colonial and going there with my mother and being served from behind a counter. Fewer women had jobs and had time and energy for domestic pursuits and social relationships. There was a down side, of course, and since I worked all my life I would be a hypocrite to get too sentimental about another lifestyle. I do wonder, though, whether I invested my energy in the right things. I earned well and used my brain, but family life was not strengthened by the number of hours I had to work and I had little time for friends, except work colleagues. There was a lot to be said for older values, despite the lack of money that people often endured.
Really enjoying reading your trips down memory lane, tis making me feel young, but made me wonder what will our kids be talking about in 30 or 40 years time, something like i can mind when self-scanners first came out and we used to laugh at mum trying to use them...
I look back with happiness when I think of the lovely times I had with my children pre-school. Visiting friends and having to shout to make ourselves heard over the noise, days at the coast when weather good, visits to parks and loads of time in the garden as long as it was dry. I think young people these days miss out on so much of their children's baby/toddler days. I wouldn't change mine at all.
I have a feeling it was the Maypole Grocery not the Metropole, the thing that fascinated me in the Co-op was the counter assistant putting your money in a box then into a tube and pulling a handle, it shot away to the office and your change came back very quickly, no calculators then.G/G it may well have been a privilege being brought up as we were in a village although at the time that was normality to us, of course we saw kids with no shoes or boots, broken sand shoes in all weather and yes they wore rags were dirty most likely hungry but we all skinny dipped together down the Old Mill beck and played our games on the Green. My Mother would give me a parcel and say slip that behind Mrs H's front door her husband was in jail, do not let her see you, to some charity was an aberration if seen to be given, all doors were open so I always managed. Nothing would ever be said, we all played together the H boy and Girl, sometimes I would recognise an old jumper or trousers but knew to keep my mouth shut. People helped each other but did not crow about it, if the Vicar was collecting for the poor his bag would fill even though the givers did not have that much themselves, a different world, not one I hanker after sitting here with my central heating power shower "oh" and Panackelty cooking in the oven, I found a packet of sandwich corn beef near the sell by date so that settled the tea.Remember the past but I always say never go back.
Dont come on here very often know -to busy working all hours to survive-still see Frank describing the place I work as Tospots -despite me asking him not and how much that annoyed me
Think of the staff who work in supermarkets-we don't have time for a cheery chat-or the inclinatioin most days-there is nothing more annoying than a customer who wants to engage in conversation we have a job to do and want to get on with it-why do people feel the need to get the wallet or purse out at the last minute-what a surprise you have to pay !!
As for those who cant cope worth self -service tills-words fail me -is is not brain surgery and is so much quicker-I am surprised some of them can park their cars without someone doing it for them
Oh and the carpark is not a place to dump the trolley either!!
End of rant
Bad day Lazy Gardener?
"Oh dear" we are off again.1) the supermarket I use the most I have done since it opened.2) the Staff are old friends who have mainly worked there most of that time, some were once neighbours, kids went to school together and met each other in the local hostelry's.3) You know when it is not convenient to chat as you pack and believe it as ex army I can do that fast, wallet always ready store card out.4) it is the Staff who normally initiate the chat as they put the stuff through and they can do both with ease after all a BA is not needed and they are often bored to tears. They ask after people we knew and one chap who once worked for me tells me of others who have been in the shop lately all whilst both still hard at it.I have my own bags, loose stuff straight in the trolley.5) I am often greeted by the Staff on the check out "oh at last a smiling face, I have had some right mingers through here today" and they chat as we go, believe it or not about gardening last Friday.6) "self service is not brain surgery"??? when one of the girls said come on I will put them through for you we ended up with her a supervisor and me then left a small pile on the bench that would not go through, the first and last time I would rather queue and the lady grabbed by the self service checkout police for a re-check looked as if she would never shop there again I would not.7) I got the name I use from one of the staff who also called it Despots after a wrangle over Christmas OT, it is not my policy to advertise blatantly I think one of the rules on here is you do not.8) If you click on my name and press do not show then you need never read anything by me ever again easy, try it.Not a rant a statement of fact, people do have stressful jobs as I once had, I worked it off in the garden not in my writings.
Dont know why you had me so nasty Frank-seems to a nice little gang of fans you have here-who hang on your every word