Feeling my age ...

We are 'oldies but goodies' I like to think.

Maagicmaggie, I love that shop Bygones. It is such fun.

I've spent many years as a teacher trying to convince children that mobiles didn't exist when I was a child!

I realised recently that the phrase, 'well, seventy years ago...' was creeping into my discourse!

One of my granddaughters is taking A level History; one of the periods she is studying is 1950s to 1990s. I am a Living Artefact ?

Went into a 'vintage' shop about a month ago and hanging on the wall was a net petticoat, the kind I used to sugar to make stiff!

I'm not old either, I also am vintage

Only 50 years ago, televisions had to be left to warm up when switched on and had valves similar to light bulbs in the workings! Try explaining that to teenage granddaughters!

I went to a local museum, and in the shop was a book of old photos of our area - with me on one of them.!
Now that really made me feel ancient..!!

I had never watched Call the Midwife as my husband didn’t want to. Since his death a friend advised me to watch as she thought I might like it. Oh dear! It was exactly as I remembered when I did my Midwifery training in East London in the 60’s! It made me feel so old!? but I did enjoy it!

Seventy years ago when my son was a baby I bought a cast iron mincer. Last year saw one in a museum. I still have a can opener which my mother gave me when I was first married and sometimes have to use it when modern openers refuse to work.

Whilst visiting the Glasgow Transport Museum, I was able to point out to my son, some of the baby clothes I had dressed him in from Mothercare.

Why does vintage sound so much nicer than antique?

One of the nicest exhibitions I went to was in the Assembly Rooms in Bath where they were exhibiting Laura Ashley clothes from the beginning of the company. I had owned several of the dresses and it was lovely remembering floating around like a milkmaid in the late 60s!

I was at a Living Museum a few years ago and explaining things in the grocery shop (had to explain what that was) to a child and the person working there was so impressed with my knowledge she assumed I was a teacher of history!