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To join a discussion the other day about eating out, I'm going back today to my childhood. When I was a kid, there was no such thing as not eating out. Well there was, but on a very small scale, and it was a luxury that only the very rich could afford. The closest we came to dinner was hot dogs at the road house or drive-in. Then we have Friday nights (if we do not drive-in went so) fish and chips go on sale at Andrew's cafe. It was heavenly! rser Was wrapped in brown paper and and you could asynwalms a block smells - the fish in that nice crisp pastry and a special treat a few red viennas. And 1 lt coke for all five of our children - those days they came in glass bottles then you could break down again if you buy a cold drink, or toffees, or bread.
The evening rser we drive-in went (to Rustenburg there were two drive-ins - the Gorge and the Moonlight), my mother had packed a picnic and our children on blankets on the car camped. I still remember how we agstig waited rser for the guy who sold chocolates. One was his torch from afar move between cars. I remember the smell of chappies in Rustra movie (only theater in Rustenburg). Me and my brother on Saturday mornings movies and 25c for the movie pay. We were driving around rser on our bikes with no worry of crime. We weekends the mattresses out and slept on the lawn. There are so many melancholic memories that you write a book to write - well that today's generation rser of young people dumb store.
The first time I was in a restaurant came when my older sister got engaged and her fiance snotneusies us and my parents have gestick. There was only one restaurant in Rustenburg those years, called Steakhouse. Many original eh. Our children have "stiekhouse" expressed. The next day at school rser I bragged about eating out and the account a whole was R34! Can you believe it??! I remember it to this day, because the time was R34 very much - almost my sister's fiance's entire army pay!
It was golden, sun-drenched days have been. I'm rser so glad I grew up in that time. Today's generation since they eat out of the bottle rser weaned. It's for young people as natural as breathing! And if you do not have money for eating out or for coffee and cake as they say, you are marginalized. I feel sorry for them that they do not have those memories we baby boomers did not. It's irreplaceable. TV, cell phones, computers, brand name clothing, etc. just can not replace it! The only brand name jeans that that time on the market was Lee! And at some point Gap, with a pair of string tied and such broad bell-bottom-pipes had (from the top - not only from the knee down) that your mother could polish the floors. To our hair steep to get us an empty toilet roll on our crowns and then pinned the wet hair flat to the head turned rser and pinned clips - then you wait and let it dry. Hehe!
Annie, you let me actually tears in the eyes of longing. I had the same experience as you experience because you and I had about the same time grew.
We have not had restaurants in Springbok, but there was at least two hotels and we settled in the hotel to eat, because my father believed that we need to gain first-hand experience with all the knives, forks and spoons, and me and my brother to the soup and start eating throughout the menu to the pudding. Today's children know only the knife and fork together with the meal comes.
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Yes the good old days, I was first of all eaten when I was married, so when I was 17 years old, we lived in a hotel to sleep the night, my ex is soon after eating the toilet, we just ate in the room, the waiter comes to ask "do you want sweets" I said no, but as to myself
Pages Bloggers Rhyme Dates Hall Of Fame Werfetter Food of the Month! Who are we? Blogroll 007 Girls ab imo pectore Bos_Kind stories Cebella \ 's Weblog Da Mario's talking ... Dellie's Things rser Demoerin \' s Klasak Emil Jung Flippiefanus KruidjieRoerMyNie Middle Finger Nickeybotha \ 's Weblog Uneasy open mind ParkieVoes Perceptions around my table Snow White in Canada Sonkind SPOOKLAG Stanley Cierenberg WordPress.com Xanika's Blog
Add new tag ANC bible The Brain Yard death penalty Facebook health religious commemorations dog child rape kitty KKeet Mbeki Human Rights Commission Mugabe NZ Patches rser shock gypsy circus snakes tazer pets Birthday Weather rser werfetters science zim Zuma Popular 16SVL - Viewer discretion is advised to - Brain and Wife $ 1,000 000.00 loan urgently needed. The man's really goodbye? Weird eating habits.
To join a discussion the other day about eating out, I'm going back today to my childhood. When I was a kid, there was no such thing as not eating out. Well there was, but on a very small scale, and it was a luxury that only the very rich could afford. The closest we came to dinner was hot dogs at the road house or drive-in. Then we have Friday nights (if we do not drive-in went so) fish and chips go on sale at Andrew's cafe. It was heavenly! rser Was wrapped in brown paper and and you could asynwalms a block smells - the fish in that nice crisp pastry and a special treat a few red viennas. And 1 lt coke for all five of our children - those days they came in glass bottles then you could break down again if you buy a cold drink, or toffees, or bread.
The evening rser we drive-in went (to Rustenburg there were two drive-ins - the Gorge and the Moonlight), my mother had packed a picnic and our children on blankets on the car camped. I still remember how we agstig waited rser for the guy who sold chocolates. One was his torch from afar move between cars. I remember the smell of chappies in Rustra movie (only theater in Rustenburg). Me and my brother on Saturday mornings movies and 25c for the movie pay. We were driving around rser on our bikes with no worry of crime. We weekends the mattresses out and slept on the lawn. There are so many melancholic memories that you write a book to write - well that today's generation rser of young people dumb store.
The first time I was in a restaurant came when my older sister got engaged and her fiance snotneusies us and my parents have gestick. There was only one restaurant in Rustenburg those years, called Steakhouse. Many original eh. Our children have "stiekhouse" expressed. The next day at school rser I bragged about eating out and the account a whole was R34! Can you believe it??! I remember it to this day, because the time was R34 very much - almost my sister's fiance's entire army pay!
It was golden, sun-drenched days have been. I'm rser so glad I grew up in that time. Today's generation since they eat out of the bottle rser weaned. It's for young people as natural as breathing! And if you do not have money for eating out or for coffee and cake as they say, you are marginalized. I feel sorry for them that they do not have those memories we baby boomers did not. It's irreplaceable. TV, cell phones, computers, brand name clothing, etc. just can not replace it! The only brand name jeans that that time on the market was Lee! And at some point Gap, with a pair of string tied and such broad bell-bottom-pipes had (from the top - not only from the knee down) that your mother could polish the floors. To our hair steep to get us an empty toilet roll on our crowns and then pinned the wet hair flat to the head turned rser and pinned clips - then you wait and let it dry. Hehe!
Annie, you let me actually tears in the eyes of longing. I had the same experience as you experience because you and I had about the same time grew.
We have not had restaurants in Springbok, but there was at least two hotels and we settled in the hotel to eat, because my father believed that we need to gain first-hand experience with all the knives, forks and spoons, and me and my brother to the soup and start eating throughout the menu to the pudding. Today's children know only the knife and fork together with the meal comes.
Reply
And radio stories!! Undesirable alien, Dance of the Flamingo, Aunt Rob's Boarding House, Song of Longing
Yes the good old days, I was first of all eaten when I was married, so when I was 17 years old, we lived in a hotel to sleep the night, my ex is soon after eating the toilet, we just ate in the room, the waiter comes to ask "do you want sweets" I said no, but as to myself
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