My Real Life Experience

Having reached a significant milestone in life recently (the age that falls somewhere between 49 and 51), it occurred to me that no matter how long The Boy Child lives for, I will always have had more of real life experience.

IMG_2289.JPGAnd here’s why … in years gone by:

  • I had to make sense of printed bus and train timetables and be able to navigate my way around an A-Z.
  • I taped my favourite songs off the radio.
  • I waited a minimum of three days to have a film developed.
  •  I always knew where my library books were and the date they were due back.
  • I didn’t read any teenage fiction, because there wasn’t any.  I went from Enid Blyton to the historical sagas of Jean Plaidy.
  • I kept change for the public phone box in case of emergencies.  In an emergency, the first phone box was invariably out of order and always smelt of wee.
  • I copied friends’ homework {ahem} by writing it out word for word rather than copying and pasting it.
  • I was allowed to use the phone at home, which was mounted on the hall wall, only if the call was important. I also became an expert at untwirling the landline’s twirly cord.
  • I had to remember what time the shops closed and that Wednesday was a half-day.
  • I had to use cash to pay for things because ATMs weren’t that common or, if I was in danger of having more month left than money, I would write a cheque to cover the time until pay day.  Also, I had to remember banks closed at 3.30pm and weren’t open on Saturdays.

Which real life experiences will your younger family members miss out on?


3 thoughts on “My Real Life Experience

  1. What a great post! So many things they take for granted! I would add ‘having to be on time’ because you couldn’t just take out your phone to let your parents know you were running behind schedule. (and wee smelling out of order phone boxes were few and far between!) Also, wanting to go to the cinema but never knowing if you’d get in because you couldn’t pre book your tickets, you had to queue up round the block and hope you’d be lucky enough to get in. Television stopping at a certain time and only having a few channels to watch. Having to plan meals in advance and remembering that food took a while to cook – no microwaves! However we did live in an area where the baker brought a basket of bakery goods to the door and the local corner shop offered a delivery service one morning a week so we did almost have food delivery services, just not everything from the same place!


  2. Love this list of life experiences!! Instead of bus and train timetables, I always made sure to have a road map in the glove compartment of the car. We also had to pay attention when filling the car with gasoline as there were no automatic shutoffs. Waiting for a letter from a friend to arrive in the mailbox or saving up to make a long distance phone call. Knowing how to use the card catalog and actually walk to the bookshelves to see if it was currently in at the library. And my Daddy insisted we know how to change a tire (because there were no cell phones to call for service) and even gave each of us girls a set of jumper cables for a high school graduation gift.


  3. Walking to school (Junior school). Coming home from school for lunch every day except Friday when Mum went shopping. Keeping the seven old pence – yup that’s right – in my sock to pay for my school dinner on Friday. Moving to a farm when I was 13 and having to get up an extra hour early to milk the goats and put the horses into their field before running up the old railway line to catch the bus to the next town for school. Discovering that my Dad was not omniscient and begin quite disturbed by this. Escaping home to go to agricultural college and finding a whole new real life…………….. Those are the events that stand out as real life to me.


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