4 generations - yacck

BRRR…. Has anything changed?

 

Generation Four

Nans took me for a walk on a very frosty morning.  We biked through ice puddles.  I got cold hands and kept moaning at nana that we want to go home. Nans told us to keep biking hard and we will warm up.  Carly kept crying and Nans put socks on her hands to try and keep them warm. She kept moaning about the cold and Nans told her to get hard.  We looked at the cars and the sheep and we saw a pig and a goat and hens.  The ice was really thick and made our hands cold.  Nans had to carry Carly’s bike and put her in the pram and poor Liam had to walk.  He found some stones and glass and old Xmas Card on the footpath.  We finally made it home where we tried to warm up.  Nans said we will be better for it as walking gets your blood flowing and makes you healthy.

 

Generation Three.

I remember when Mum use to make us go outside and play even on the most frosty days.  We use to hide in the shed or go over to Mrs Walkers place and she use to make us a hot chocolate.  Maybe she felt sorry for us.  We use to want to stay inside and watch TV as Mum had just bought us the video “Grease” that we wanted to watch time and time again.  She use to make soup and toasties on these cold days.  I remember us all sitting at the table – enjoying every mouthful. I think she got sick of us being inside so we use to go for long walks while we rode our bikes.  Mum use to tell us to stop moaning if we said we were tired of walking or biking.  I now say this to my children.

 

Generation Two.

We always use to play netball on a Saturday morning at 9am.  If there had been a big frost we use to have to break the ice and then sweep all the ice off the court.  We played in little netball skirts and ‘Bob Charles’ shirts.  We were not allowed to wear anything that showed under our uniforms.  We had the old black gymshoe or boot which had a very think sole, compared to what they play in today.  After netball we would go to rugby to watch our brother and then would head home after this, where Mum would make cheese rolls.

 

Generation One.

We had to walk 2 mile to and from school every day regardless of the weather.  I remember the whole street use to walk and we would quite often play games and throw a ball around on the way. We would break ice in the puddles and get our shoes wet through, as my shoes were worn through the bottom and Dad had put cardboard in the bottom.  The cardboard got we through and I got into trouble when I got home from school.   Mum use to put large stones in the coal range and we would hold these in our gloved hands to keep us warm.