I'm not going to tell you again, I thought good, but the would, again and again and again. Could'nt work that one out. Cheers, Bazza.

You Just wait till your Father gets Home,Missy.I was scared ..hitless
of my Father them days.Until he got a few beers under his belt,and I could weasel my way around him.Money,or going out at night,with no curfew.Mum would be furious.And yes Bazza.That statement used to hit my ears quite a bit too.Funny,when you bring up your own children,the exact words seem to escape ones mouth too

Oh yes1 trhe threat of father. his hand hurt a heck of a lot more than our Mother's. Besides she couldn't catch us most of the time and if she did, we had a way of swerving forward so that she kept missing our bottom. hee hee..

"What the eye don't see the heart don't greive." Makes sense I think

Yes, blackcat.... reminds me of "our discontent is from comparison: were better states unseen, each man would like his own" - Benjamin Franklin (I think)

Here here, all of the above, but probably the most valuable, which I believe is sadly lacking in society today is, our neighbours were referred to as Aunty Jackie and Uncle Hank, or Mr & Mrs Versteeg, never ever would we even dream of addressing an adult by their first name. RESPECT for others, we never dared asked an adult how old they were, or who they voted for, we never spoke out of turn, in fact the bulk of adult conversation was held away from flapping ears. And then if we did manage to catch a bit of a conversation, you can guarantee we'd get the wrong end of the stick and end up looking pretty silly. We even had the decency to blush and by golly, we NEVER FARTED IN COMPANY, lol lol That was indeed a no-no! Oh how I wish I was 10 again and knew then what I know now. Oh how I wish I had listened better. But oh well, I've raised 3 wonderful children who I always receive compliments about so it couldn't have been all that bad. And mum only had to rattle that cutlery draw and boy, was I off. My trotters were smokin! I hated that wooden spoon, even tho it worked well. Thanks for those memorys' good for a laugh......

My mother taught me how to knit! And soooo much other stuff, I am forever grateful to her. She passed away in 1999.