Tanners & Bobs

harryb replied on 27/08/2019 09:56

Posted on 27/08/2019 09:56

Can you relate to this. Say yes and you give your age away laughing

TANNERS & BOBS

Back in the days of tanners and bobs, 
When Mothers had patience and Fathers had jobs. 
When football team families wore hand me down shoes, 
And T.V gave only two channels to choose.

Back in the days of three penny bits, 
when schools employed nurses to search for your nits. 
When snowballs were harmless; ice slides were permitted 
and all of your jumpers were warm and hand knitted.

Back in the days of hot ginger beers, 
when children remained so for more than six years. 
When children respected what older folks said, 
and pot was a thing you kept under your bed.

Back in the days of Listen with Mother, 
when neighbours were friendly and talked to each other. 
When cars were so rare you could play in the street. 
When Doctors made house calls and Police walked the beat.

Back in the days of Milligan's Goons, 
when butter was butter and songs all had tunes. 
It was dumplings for dinner and trifle for tea, 
and your annual break was a day by the sea.

Back in the days of Dixon's Dock Green, 
Crackerjack pens and Lyons ice cream. 
When children could freely wear National Health glasses, 
and teachers all stood at the FRONT of their classes.

Back in the days of rocking and reeling, 
when mobiles were things that you hung from the ceiling. When woodwork and pottery got taught in schools, 
and everyone dreamed of a win on the pools.

Back in the days when I was a lad, 
I can't help but smile for the fun that I had. 
Hopscotch and roller skates; snowballs to lob. 
Back in the days of tanners and bobs.

LeTouriste replied on 29/08/2019 20:00

Posted on 29/08/2019 20:00

Thanks for the trip down memory lane, harryb.  Technology has brought us a long way, but life seemed a lot more carefree then, and in some ways we have paid dearly for it.

If given the chance to 'go around again', I think I would choose my childhood against what youngsters have today.cool

JVB66 replied on 30/08/2019 13:48

Posted on 28/08/2019 09:02 by

 Cheap shot. Been reading the Daily Mail?

Posted on 30/08/2019 13:48

As is said the truth hurts ,and nothing is cheap these daysundecided

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Posted on 30/08/2019 13:48 by JVB66

As is said the truth hurts ,and nothing is cheap these daysundecided

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JVB66 replied on 30/08/2019 14:03

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Truth and Daily Mail in the same sentence now there is an oxymoronsurprised

Posted on 30/08/2019 14:03

Pardon?undecided

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Posted on 30/08/2019 13:57 by JVB66

It does say a lot when one of the most used name for children now is Alexawink

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Oneputt replied on 30/08/2019 16:03

Posted on 30/08/2019 16:03

The grandtwins know Alexa and often ask her questions and to play their favourite tunes.  With the exception off our local rag, which is sometimes suspect, all the daily’s including the broadsheets you have to read with a pinch of salt🧂📰

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Posted on 30/08/2019 16:03 by Oneputt

The grandtwins know Alexa and often ask her questions and to play their favourite tunes.  With the exception off our local rag, which is sometimes suspect, all the daily’s including the broadsheets you have to read with a pinch of salt🧂📰

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