Posted on 11/04/2023 10:34:18 AM PDT by DallasBiff
LOL!
When I was walking up hill both ways over broken glass barefoot in the snow... We had to bring our own cows in our book bags and suckle right at the teet if we wanted milk.....
LOL!
Mother Government’s solution would be to issue each kid a gallon of milk for the school week. Then at the end of the week, dump all that spoiled milk down the drain!
When I was a kid, we had a milk dispenser. You’d take a plastic cup, fill it up and take it back to your seat to eat with your lunch.
I guess kids are too dumb to do that for themselves these days. *Rolleyes*
Government produces NOTHING, consumes EVERYTHING and still manages to leave a lot of garbage lying around for us to pick up!
Lots of people on this thread recalling how tough it was when they were young.
They’re all just crying over spilled milk.
Are they still 3 cents?
“When I went, we had to milk the cow ourselves and lead it from home...”
LOL!
Oh, we used to dream of having dirt. We got radioactive toxic waste, if we were lucky.
Better still.
AS thermos with some milk from home could slosh down a nice packed lunch.
And breakfast should be eaten before leaving home.
You must be really old đIt was a nickel when I was in grade school. Inflation bites.
“2 cents for white milk”
Me, too. But we were deprived — there was NO chocolate milk. You got white milk and liked it.
No soda machines, no vending machines — nothing but school work, classrooms, cafeteria and a gymnasium. Times were tough. But we learned and didn’t whine.
60 years ago in upstate NY we got milk in single serve containers.
Read this! It’s by far one of the funniest things ever written. Monty Python, of course.
FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:
Aye, very passable, that, very passable bit of risotto.
SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:
Nothing like a good glass of Château de Chasselas, eh, Josiah?
THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:
You’re right there, Obadiah.
FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:
Who’d have thought thirty year ago we’d all be sittin’ here drinking Château de Chasselas, eh?
FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:
In them days we was glad to have the price of a cup o’ tea.
SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:
A cup o’ cold tea.
FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:
Without milk or sugar.
THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:
Or tea.
FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:
In a cracked cup, an’ all.
FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:
Oh, we never had a cup. We used to have to drink out of a rolled up newspaper.
SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:
The best we could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth.
THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:
But you know, we were happy in those days, though we were poor.
FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:
Because we were poor. My old Dad used to say to me, “Money doesn’t buy you happiness, son”.
FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:
Aye, ‘e was right.
FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:
Aye, ‘e was.
FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:
I was happier then and I had nothin’. We used to live in this tiny old house with great big holes in the roof.
SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:
House! You were lucky to live in a house! We used to live in one room, all twenty-six of us, no furniture, ‘alf the floor was missing, and we were all ‘uddled together in one corner for fear of falling.
THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:
Eh, you were lucky to have a room! We used to have to live in t’ corridor!
FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:
Oh, we used to dream of livin’ in a corridor! Would ha’ been a palace to us. We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish tip. We got woke up every morning by having a load of rotting fish dumped all over us! House? Huh.
FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:
Well, when I say ‘house’ it was only a hole in the ground covered by a sheet of tarpaulin, but it was a house to us.
SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:
We were evicted from our ‘ole in the ground; we ‘ad to go and live in a lake.
THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:
You were lucky to have a lake! There were a hundred and fifty of us living in t’ shoebox in t’ middle o’ road.
FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:
Cardboard box?
THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:
Aye.
FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:
You were lucky. We lived for three months in a paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six in the morning, clean the paper bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down t’ mill, fourteen hours a day, week-in week-out, for sixpence a week, and when we got home our Dad would thrash us to sleep wi’ his belt.
SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:
Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at six o’clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of ‘ot gravel, work twenty hour day at mill for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would thrash us to sleep with a broken bottle, if we were lucky!
THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:
Well, of course, we had it tough. We used to ‘ave to get up out of shoebox at twelve o’clock at night and lick road clean wit’ tongue. We had two bits of cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at mill for sixpence every four years, and when we got home our Dad would slice us in two wit’ bread knife.
FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:
Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o’clock at night half an hour before I went to bed, drink a cup of sulphuric acid, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad and our mother would kill us and dance about on our graves singing Hallelujah.
FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:
And you try and tell the young people of today that ... they won’t believe you.
ALL:
They won’t!
https://genius.com/Monty-python-four-yorkshiremen-live-annotated
“...among the most wasteful packaging around.”
Absolutely. But look in your refrigerator and pantry — EVERYTHING comes in single-use containers, often plastic. The waste in society is HUGE.
65 years ago we had 8 Oz cartons at school
Not in my fridge and pantry.
It’s funny, when I would ask for milk money from my mother(RIP), an extra penny for chocolate milk, she scolded me, and said “chocolate milk will give you diabeties”.
Cleaned by whom?
Our milk cartons were a after recess add on that parents paid for.
That was just a 'few' years ago - my dad would be 98 now.
That’s impressive. Not easy to do.
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