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Post by questa on Jan 6, 2019 2:20:51 GMT
Oh Hell yes! How come they let them loose into the hand of kids, We would stick bare hands in the machine to see our siblings' fingers...not tall enough to see our own.
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Post by bixaorellana on Jan 6, 2019 2:54:28 GMT
"The good old days" ~
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Post by questa on Jan 6, 2019 5:11:01 GMT
With feet that glow in the dark
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Post by kerouac2 on Jan 6, 2019 5:14:10 GMT
I never heard of those.
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Post by bixaorellana on Jan 6, 2019 6:16:22 GMT
They were definitely around when you were a child. Perhaps your mother wisely distracted you away from them. They were total kid magnets.
Edited to say that by the time they were being phased out you were still little enough not to be running around the shoe store unsupervised.
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Post by bjd on Jan 6, 2019 7:12:25 GMT
Yes, I remember those too although I have no memory of them being decorative. Just boxes in which you could see the bones in the feet.
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Post by mossie on Jan 6, 2019 8:38:02 GMT
When i was inthe RAF all our squadron aircrew had to be checked for TB so a caravan with the X-ray machine appeared. We went through it two at a time. This permitted one to see your mates bones on the screen
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Post by kerouac2 on Jan 6, 2019 11:14:04 GMT
Other than teeth, I had my last (chest) X-ray in 2002. I have had other imaging things done to me, though, but none of them required the technician to hide behind a lead panel.
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Post by Kimby on Jan 13, 2019 17:50:55 GMT
Anyone else old enough to remember Tom Terrific and Mighty Manfred the Wonderdog?
I was surprised to learn that only 26 episodes ever aired, between 1957 and 1959. Must’ve been the sweet spot of my cartoon-viewing years.
From wikipedia: “Drawn in a simple black-and white style reminiscent of children's drawings, it featured a gee-whiz boy hero, Tom Terrific, who lived in a treehouse and could transform himself into anything he wanted thanks to his magic, funnel-shaped "thinking cap," which also enhanced his intelligence. He had a comic lazybones of a sidekick, Mighty Manfred the Wonder Dog, and an arch-foe named Crabby Appleton, whose motto was, "I'm rotten to the core!" Other foes included Mr. Instant, the Instant Thing King; Captain Kidney Bean; Sweet Tooth Sam, the Candy Bandit; and Isotope Feeney, The Meany.”
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Post by kerouac2 on Jan 13, 2019 18:22:51 GMT
I remember those names but I absolutely cannot remember anything about the programme.
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Post by cheerypeabrain on Jan 13, 2019 19:10:06 GMT
School in the early sixties. Every breaktime we had to drink a small bottle of milk with a (paper) straw. Lovely in the cold weather, disgusting in the summer when it was lukewarm. Nobody was allowed out to play in the playground until every pupil had finished their milk. I still don't drink milk. Every week a few children from each class were offered a shower, presumably those living with no bathroom..I don't know where these showers were but remember those chosen coming back to class smelling of coal tar soap and wearing different clothes...I think that their own were washed and returned but can't really remember. The children seemed to enjoy it and they'd sit up straight when the nurse came into the classroom with her list. I was clean me and had a bath every Sunday night whether I needed it or not...altho I was always the fifth in the tub (same water just topped up) sometimes sharing with my brother or little sister. The rest of the week it was a strip wash every morning...a cursory dab with a flannel. I blame this with my obsession with 2 daily showers (sometimes 3 in the hot weather) Mum would only wash our hair every fortnight!(makes me itch just thinking of it) ....the rest of the time all us girls had our hair tightly plaited..... At school every month 'Nitty Norah' would inspect every child for head lice...we would queue up to take turns sitting on a chair in front of the district nurse who would examine our heads closely..I think that Nitty Norah may have had influence over which children would be offered showers too...life in an inner city school in a poor area. When I was 10 our family moved down south to a much more affluent area. I went from a huge school to a tiny village one with only 2 classes..5 - 7 year olds in one and 8 - 11 year olds in another. The standard of education I received in this tiny village school was vastly inferior to that in my former 'deprived' area school. I was bullied mercilessly and hated every minute I was there. The city school teachers nurtured their pupils and fostered talent...I had extra help with mathematics which I struggled with from day one, praise for my drawings and stories etc, my classmates were with me from the start and we made strong relationships. If one of us did well in something the rest of us were happy about it! As an outsider in the village school the other pupils mocked my accent, my lack of prowess on the athletics field, they hated me when I did well in tests and would mutter threats about what they were going to do to me after school...the girls were much worse than the boys! I was pinched, punched and tripped every day. I was so glad to see the back of that place, and altho I can appreciate the countryside now and even the beauty of the village when we revisited a couple of years ago...I'm a city girl and now live less that a mile from the same school thst I went to at age 5. Well this started as a post about school milk and Nitty Norah...I didn't realise how much i hated that posh village school
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Post by kerouac2 on Jan 13, 2019 19:41:25 GMT
I'm sure that you have read in modern times that daily showers are bad for you -- 2 or 3 times a week is more than enough except during a major heat wave. It is hard to get one's head around this, but I'm sure that the specialists are right.
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Post by cheerypeabrain on Jan 13, 2019 19:45:41 GMT
Noooooooooooooo....
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Post by Kimby on Jan 13, 2019 20:30:49 GMT
Hot water makes your skin itch, by removing oils and drying it out.
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Post by mossie on Jan 13, 2019 21:29:39 GMT
I remember the third of a pint bottles of milk. Our milkman delivered them early so on a nice frosty day in winter we could get ice cream, when the bottle froze the expansion pushed the top up and the layer of cream at the top was ice cream. Also on days like that we kept our coats on, the school heating wasn't very good, if there was any at all.
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Post by kerouac2 on Jan 13, 2019 21:43:30 GMT
No goiter pills in my school, but I didn't start school until 1958. We only had the polio sugar cube.
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Post by bixaorellana on Jan 14, 2019 4:34:37 GMT
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Post by bjd on Jan 14, 2019 7:40:04 GMT
I remember kids lining up in the school hallway by classes in order to get a vaccination, it must have been in 1959 or 1960 but I have no idea what for. There were kids crying because they were afraid of the needle.
I just googled and it was indeed for polio.
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Post by patricklondon on Jan 14, 2019 8:38:51 GMT
I don't remember the polio vaccination. I must have been a hardened customer by then, having screamed the place down having tetanus injections as a toddler after cutting myself on a bit of broken glass in someone's back garden. And later, I had the BCG early because my father's wartime TB came back (made me very smug a few years later, when it was routinely given to everyone else). As for school milk - in London we were also given a fish-oil capsule to swallow with our milk. Though some wicked boys [cough] would secretly jab it on the end of their neighbour's pen nib, making it impossible to write properly (yes, they let primary school children use nib pens and inkwells in those days - I was "ink monitor" for a while, taking a stoneware bottle of ink round filling the inkwells). And then there was rosehip syrup (rich in Vitamin C) to stir into the milk pudding at lunchtime. Or, on some lucky days, there might be chocolate sponge with pink custard instead. My blog | My photos | My video clips | My Librivox recordings"too literate to be spam"
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Post by kerouac2 on Jan 14, 2019 9:57:25 GMT
I remember having to go somewhere for the smallpox vaccination, the one that left a mark on your arm. My mark has disappeared over the years, though.
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Post by bjd on Jan 14, 2019 10:37:20 GMT
I just checked -- so has mine. The whole family had to have smallpox vaccinations before emigrating to Canada. I don't remember school milk but do remember being given cod liver oil capsules at home in winter. Surprising, given the huge amounts of sun in northern England in winter.
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Post by questa on Jan 14, 2019 13:23:48 GMT
Oz kids had the small bottles of milk delivered at 6am. We drank it at 10am after the crates had been sitting in the sun for 4 hours...yeccch! I was in 1st year high when they brought out the Salk vaccine for polio.Had the first 2 shots then changed schools. Had to start again. 2 more shots. Started nursing and I could not show a record of what I had been given. Had the full course at last and mentioned it to an aunt who reminded me that I had been sick with polio when I was 3, so had a natural immunity any way.
We didn't get any vitamin supplements but probably didn't need them here.
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Post by bixaorellana on Jan 14, 2019 16:41:20 GMT
(yes, they let primary school children use nib pens and inkwells in those days - I was "ink monitor" for a while, taking a stoneware bottle of ink round filling the inkwells). Patrick, we were born the same year but your primary school reminiscences seem from a different century! I remember having to go somewhere for the smallpox vaccination, the one that left a mark on your arm. My mark has disappeared over the years, though. I just checked -- so has mine. Made me look. I can barely see mine, but only because I know where it is & looked hard. Mexicans, most adult ones anyway, all have keloid smallpox vaccination scars which are often quite red. They're high up on the arm near the shoulder -- very different from the flat round ones on American arms. ... an aunt who reminded me that I had been sick with polio when I was 3, so had a natural immunity any way. I didn't know that! I only remember school milk in little cartons as part of school lunch, but no supplements.
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Post by casimira on Jan 14, 2019 18:03:30 GMT
I remember vividly having to go to the public school auditorium when school was not in session and seeing long tables with paper pill containers filled with sugar cubes that had a pink dot on them and all of us standing in line to take one.
It struck me as very strange, almost surreal as I had no idea what they were for although I'm sure my mother told me. The word "polio" would have been foreign enough for me to comprehend.
Years and years later I learned that my eldest brother had a mild form of polio while very young and the result of it was one leg being an inch and a half or maybe two longer than the other.
He was exempt from the draft for the army for the Vietnamese war because of this.
It has never posed any major problems for him save having to have his dress trousers tailored to accommodate for the difference in length.
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Post by onlyMark on Jan 14, 2019 18:29:02 GMT
I remember when Zimbabwe was a stable and up and coming country, full of hope and potential. Unfortunately the latest fuel price hike has hit people hard resulting in demonstrations and violence against the ruling party. Mrs M was to have her monthly fly out and visit for a few days thing tomorrow but as there are reports of stones being thrown at traffic from the airport, amongst other things, she is not going - www.bbc.com/news/world-africa-46862194
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Post by mickthecactus on Jan 14, 2019 18:41:15 GMT
Although Mugabe has gone nothing seems to have changed.
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Post by bjd on Jan 14, 2019 19:07:20 GMT
I didn't expect change because he was replaced by one of his former ministers, and not one of the milder ones. I believe the Mgangawa's(?) nickname was The Crocodile.
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Post by bjd on Jan 14, 2019 19:11:51 GMT
And Bixa, England was not the only place with ink and nibs. I had the same in school in Toronto, although it was the teacher who filled the little jars of ink that were set into a metal holder at the top right-hand corner of the desk. Now that I think of it, not very handy for kids who were left-handed. The teacher used a container like a watering can. And you had to ask for a new nib each time you broke one.
That is all so far away that it has blurred together with my earliest school years in England and the first years in Canada.
Many years later, when my kids were in school in France, they had to use ink pens with cartridges -- no ballpoints -- through to the end of high school. Nowadays, I don't know. They probably type on tablets.
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Post by mich64 on Jan 14, 2019 19:33:41 GMT
do remember being given cod liver oil capsules at home in winter I also remember having a cod liver oil capsule beside our glasses of milk at breakfast, along with a "Flinstone" multi vitamin, and just for me, an iron pill.
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Post by lagatta on Jan 14, 2019 19:37:36 GMT
Mandatory milk was a terror for me - and for the teacher who forced me to drink it, as I turned beet-red and was about to pass out. Nobody believed in allergies back then. Now it is the opposite and some Paltrow goop types acutally invent food intolerances... There were very few calcium supplements, and they did not include the needed magnesium. The Hunger Winter in the Netherlands was a horror but played a part in identifying coeliac, as there was no wheat. I guess before that those allergic to wheat gluten simply "faded" and often died, as there were so many childhood diseases even in relatively prosperous countries such as the Netherlands. Obviously coeliac children went as hungry as anyone else, but no longer systematically died. With bread drops by the Allies and then peace, there was somewhat more food, but suddenly those children fell ill again instead of regaining health and weight. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dutch_famine_of_1944%E2%80%9345Dutch people are generally among the tallest, but many children who endured that wound up shorter than their siblings.
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