Tale Weaver – #273 – I Remember Once…April 30th – When Life was Simpler.


I remember once when life was much simpler. We lived on a street where we knew our neighbours; we didn’t always get on with them all, but that was how life was.

Home was mum and dad, my brothers and sister and our knowledge of the world came through the daily newspaper and radio news.

Our circle of friends rotated around school friends and the relatives who lived near to us. If you had an overseas pen friend that was as close to the bigger world as you ever got.

I remember once when I came out for breakfast, it was in the winter and mum would have a pot of porridge cooking on the fuel stove and serve it up as the morning news came on the radio. Porridge was always followed by something on toast usually left overs from the previous night’s dinner. My mother was very good at manufacturing left overs which in hindsight was remarkable considering she had my dad and three boys to feed each night.

I remember once when we were approaching our teenage years and trying to find some sense of identity, we older boys decided we had had enough of dad’s haircutting methods and wanted to grow our hair in the emerging fashion at the time. Let’s say it was a battle for some time to convince dad the world would not end if he didn’t cut our hair.

I remember once when our weekends would consist of the Saturday morning shopping. Mum would go off to do whatever it was she did, and I would accompany my father in a walk along High Street. My dad was a carpenter, and he would find the only shop in the street selling hardware and stand in front of it looking at the multitude of tools on display. It used to drive me nuts!

There is so much to remember now; life is more and more full of memories, like our Sunday mornings, being roused at 6.30 for 7am Mass and of our reluctance to drag ourselves out of bed on winter mornings.

Life was much different then, it was our world, one in which we played and grew into the people we are today.

I remember once thinking that a lot of years would have to pass before I grew old, like my parents. Now I’m here, and it’s not so bad, it could be worse, I have a quality of life, food to eat and a roof over my head, albeit the same one I lived under as a kid.


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13 Responses to Tale Weaver – #273 – I Remember Once…April 30th – When Life was Simpler.

  1. You’ve just reminded me how I used to know the name of almost everyone on our road… and it was no short road. Pleasant days when my worst care was passing exams.

  2. Sadje says:

    Precious memories.

  3. Lyn says:

    It’s interesting to look back to days that were simpler. My childhood was fairly uninteresting. An only child meant I was on my own 95% of the time apart for the ocassional days we neighbourhood kids got together to ride our bikes on the road or the bush our homes were surrounded by. 🤗

  4. How wonderful. I look at Facebook at the classmates who have asked to frind me, and I wonder how they can look so old. Then, I rmember that I am old, too., thankfully.

    • Michael says:

      I sometimes wonder if they would recognise me nowadays but only yesterday I came across a fellow from my school days who stopped to say hello.

  5. You’re so right about pen friends, they were such an amazing thing back in the day, almost like getting letters from Mars, the planet that is, not the chocolate bar 🙂

    And then for me came the t’internet and the rest if history!

    I hope you are well 🙂

    • Michael says:

      Well hello, I saw you have been writing again and that was good to see. I have been somewhat unwell but I tell myself I am improving. Winter is coming down here, its cold at night but the days are beautifully warm. Stay well yourself and keep those fingers pushing out the words.

      • Thank you, yes it sucks not being well, I miss chocolate, the dreaded gallstones mean I can’t really eat it any more.
        I hope you start to feel better soon, it’s good to see you and I will try to keep writing, but you know, my life is kinda boring so there is not much to say 🙂

      • Michael says:

        In this day and age I think we are all caught up in our own boring worlds though the staying home is what I normally do anyway. Thank goodness for books, I’ve been able to read a lot of late and that’s been enjoyable. It seems the older we get the more stuff goes wrong with us and we can’t do much about it but ride it out, so as you know getting old sucks. Take care.

      • Yes, I agree with that, we joke and say each new year we get a nice new infliction! 🙂 You take care too and chat soon 🙂

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