Re: What's changed? What went wrong?
Bridie, as far as I read it you put your thoughts and memories very clearly and well, I always try to write in a lighthearted way but have to change the words a little from the way I speak as no one would understand me.
Whilst I agree a lot of respect for the person has gone these days there are however an awful lot of things that have never changed. As kids we had to be polite and well mannered at all times or at the very least a righthander would be the order of the day and my ma and grandma packed a tidy arsenal of persuaders.
That said, I grew up through the war years, survival then and for a long time thereafter was the name of the game and the only real code was don't get caught. One simple aspect back then might highlight the difference in attitude today, jealousy of what others had was never an issue as none of us had anything at all. We enjoyed the fruits of a war that gave the very people in Europe who are presently slagging us off, the freedom to do just that.
Those fruits?, no running water for most of the time, no bathroom at all and an outside khazi. Praying for rain in summer so the wellies one wore all the time were did not look so out of place, for a change. I won't mention how we came by our hand-me-down tatty clothes.
I was however very, very lucky because after a few scrapes here and there I was called upon by the army so they could avail themselves of my talents.
I jest really as it was they who sorted me out good style. Sadly the same regime would not be allowed today and probably we are worse off for the loss of that exact form of correctional facility.
The folks who say things were "not like that in my day" seem to have forgotton about the Teddy boy battles through the 50's and the 'moral panic' that set in when the Mods and Rockers went to war in the early 60's. The newspapers of the day were outraged and called every youngster of a certain age and look, louts, scum, vermin and a good many other derogatory names. The powers that be did not accept that some of us just took the old bikes to places like Margate, Brighton, Bournemouth and Clacton for a breath of sea air and to wave our arms about for some excercise.
Perhaps we need another world war to sort things out, the only drawback is that this time it may well be the 'war to end all wars' for certain.