Thread: You know you're getting old when ...

Re colloquial Aus terms like deenar this is a good source for spellings and meanings.

Says deenar prob came from denarius.

Unlike Arthur, I would've spelt trez as tray but it's listed in the AND as trey. And zack is listed under zac (poss origin Scots dialect, saxpence).

Lawn mowing with a scythe.
Hot water for a bath was obtained by starting a fire under a copper and transferring the hot water to a tin bath with a bucket.
Bathing in a tin bath - I could never work out how dad or mum could fit in the bath
Clothes washing totally by hand - not even a mangle, water again boiled in a copper, mum wringing out sheets, towels etc by hand, now 85 she still has forearms like navy ganger.
Outdoor dunny, chamber pots and the night cart man with surname Parker, now every time I hear that name my brain conjures that certain aroma and visions of that horde of flies following the night cart down the back lanes.
Milk delivered in a tall aluminium pail with a lid.
Not having a car and walking everywhere.
Going shopping with mum to help her carry home groceries on my rudimentary go-cart.
Bonfires and crackers.
Buying a school lunch with a zac and getting change.
The monthly burn off at the back of the block - whether we needed to or not.
No self service shopping - everything behind counters.
Most of our clothing (including underwear) was made by mum or relatives or was second hand.
The rabbito man who delivered live rabbits. After choosing your rabbits he'd butcher them right on the front verge. Snapped the neck and half a dozen flicks of his big knife and he'd skin the rabbit, and then gut it into a bucket. Mum would send us inside but we'd sneak around the back for a peek. When I was older I was allowed to watch and we supplied our own bucket so the entrails could be thrown in with the chooks. I'd ask for the paws but he would never leave the hide. I used to sell the paws to the "rich kids" for a ha'penny. I always wanted a pelt but had to wait till we started catching our own.
No fridge, just a coolgardie safe.
Polishing the wooden floors weekly with one of those rotary polishers.
Rubbing ourselves with baby oil and sun baking till we were "well done".

The clothes prop man, before Hills Hoists.
Carbide lamps, before the electrickery came to town.

You may be old when middle age seems like a missed opportunty.

Or when your wife declares eating that much chocolate will kill you and to your retort of "I will just have to die young" evokes "you've missed that chance!"

Regards
Paul

LOL.

Or your GP starts suggesting meds for a condition, and you know, and you know that s/he knows, they'll increase your risk of stroke or heart attack.

You know you must be young when nothing you old farts have said makes any sense whatsoever ;-)

You know you aren't that young when you can remember computers did not always have windows the Internet was not always from a browser and computer processors speeds were not always measured in MHz. CDs were not always old school, either was VHS or for that matter audio tapes.

I can't imagine what it is like not to be able imagine a world without SMS mms HTML CSS DVD bluray mp3 broadband terabyte hdd, gigabytes of ram, even in my short 37 years so much has changed. My sons future is going to be different indeed.

heheh

I can remember when RAM was a thousand dollars a meg

When the doctor tells you how fit you are and then adds, "for a bloke your age"
Cheers,
Jim

Or your fill-in physio looks at how limber you are and says the same.

And she looks younger than your daughter and you bite back the comment on your tongue.

Originally Posted by Lignum

To easy because they sponsored Pick A Box


That said, you know your getting old when you remember the Dogs and Saints last flags and milk bottles at morning play time.

Yep you must have been a milk monitor too.

Were you also an ink monitor, mixing that powdered ink? Great for the pony tails in front too..

When you start seeing stuff you threw out ages ago described as desirable collectables or, even worse, antiques.
Cheers,
Jim

Originally Posted by pellcorp

you know you must be young when nothing you old farts have said makes any sense whatsoever ;-)

lol

You remember what a grease nipple is, and how many are on your Dad's car.