Was there a "good room" in your house?

giftgrub

We had a good room when I was a kid.

You weren't allowed into it and if you were caught there you'd get a belt...

f***ing good room.

W.Shakes-Beer

No, if you weren't aloud in a "good room" in my house you'd be banished from half the house.

God damn you small house.

orourkeda

The bedroom.

Jackasaurus rex

I was only talking about it the other day. we weren't allowed in the front room. I think it was a sanctuary from the kids

yeahimhere

hehe yea,we had a good room,front room,the middle room and a far room.too lazy in our house to come up with other normal names

Coriolanus

We were supposed to, but the mother could never make it stick.

Gary4279

The parents room was off the cards.

OutlawPete

Yeah, years later I went in anyway and it turned out to be a sex dungeon.

BrianJD

yeahimhere wrote: »

hehe yea,we had a good room,front room,the middle room and a far room.too lazy in our house to come up with other normal names

4 living rooms.....swanky!!

Duffy the Vampire Slayer

I hated houses like that as a child. Couldn't understand the logic behind having a room that was never used.

Skerries

my grandaunts and granduncle lived in a little gatehouse cottage which consisted of a bedroom, kitchen/sitting room and a good room
There was 4 of them at one stage all crammed into the tiny bedroom and the good room which they called the parlour was only used for special occassions :rolleyes:

furiousox

Father declared the entire west wing out of bounds for family (and staff) after the "great fire" of 1989.

Fbjm

Ha no, what are you on :P I can't see the logic in that at all. Our parents room was off limits but apart from that, nothing.

hondasam

Gary4279 wrote: »

The parents room was off the cards.

Fbjm wrote: »

Ha no, what are you on :P I can't see the logic in that at all. Our parents room was off limits but apart from that, nothing.

why were the parents rooms of limits ?

messrs

didnt have one in my house, but my aunt did and we were never allowed in there, except at christmas time - we would go over and everyone would sit in that room and have whatever treats my aunt brought into us - but after that it was back to the living room until the following christmas!!

Kasabian

At the age of 17, the whole house was off limits

Bens

Our living room was locked all the time in case we would mess it.

double GG

Yess! The Office, simply 'cos none of us were trusted to go near the computer

deisemum

The house I grew up in until I was 10 had a parlour that was the good room and was out of bounds. It was my grandparents house and it was only used if we had visitors, or for the priest when there were stations in the house and on Christmas Day. It had the best furniture and china and you didn't dare touch anything.

kfallon

The front room in our house was the 'good' room, while we weren't banished from it we rarely went in there....prob cos it was boring (no tv). Any visitors were ushered in there

jimthemental

My Gran had a good room, best furniture, a piano, plush carpet and a nice fireplace. After she died my uncle did it up a bit and I have to say it's one of the most cosy rooms you'd see. Don't know why it used to be off limits.

Joe10000

My parents are in the same house 45 years and STILL the front room is only used at Christmas, throw back to a different era but hilarious these days.

emeraldstar

Yeah, we had the "drawing room". It wasn't so much that we weren't allowed in it though, as that we just didn't really use it except for special occasions.

sunflower27

hondasam wrote: »

why were the parents rooms of limits ?

Think about it... what do you think they did in there apart from play board games...

Getting there

We had a front room too. Never ever allowed in there unless the priest was visiting. Seriously, the priest used come around to say hello when we were small.

But as we got older we were allowed have sleepovers in there and then boyfriends and girfriends were allowed in there to watch dvds.

thebigbiffo

yeah we had one. the auld wan would go nuts if we went in.

once, my mother was out and my brother and i were messing about. he locked me out the good room and i was banging on the door to get in - it was one of those door with like 10 panes of glass, is it venetian? i knocked one out and it smashed. waiting for my ma and da to get home was the longest, most frightening time of my life:D

as for these days - we've 2 sitting rooms alright and the kids have BOTH of them wrecked. it's time i put my foot down now i think of it!

phasers

We didn't have enough rooms in my house to do something like that, yis all must be loaded.

sunflower27

thebigbiffo wrote: »

yeah we had one. the auld wan would go nuts if we went in.

once, my mother was out and my brother and i were messing about. he locked me out the good room and i was banging on the door to get in - it was one of those door with like 10 panes of glass, is it venetian? i knocked one out and it smashed. waiting for my ma and da to get home was the longest, most frightening time of my life:D

How many weeks were you waiting?

thebigbiffo

Getting there wrote: »

We had a front room too. Never ever allowed in there unless the priest was visiting. Seriously, the priest used come around to say hello when we were small.

mental when ya think about it - we were the same. one room built, paid for and kept in pristine condition for the infrequent visits of the parish priest. well that and the Christmas dinner...

thebigbiffo

sunflower27 wrote: »

How many weeks were you waiting?

they never came home - it's a very traumatic experience:(:(

sunflower27

thebigbiffo wrote: »

they never came home - it's a very traumatic experience:(:(

Awful, really awful.

On the plus side, you never got a wallop for breaking the pane

ejmaztec

thebigbiffo wrote: »

yeah we had one. the auld wan would go nuts if we went in.

once, my mother was out and my brother and i were messing about. he locked me out the good room and i was banging on the door to get in - it was one of those door with like 10 panes of glass, is it venetian? i knocked one out and it smashed. waiting for my ma and da to get home was the longest, most frightening time of my life:D

as for these days - we've 2 sitting rooms alright and the kids have BOTH of them wrecked. it's time i put my foot down now i think of it!

Pervert.

thebigbiffo

ejmaztec wrote: »

Pervert.

thebigbiffo wrote: »

one room built, paid for and kept in pristine condition for the infrequent visits of the parish priest

it's sort of how you would expect me turn out:(

FlutterinBantam

Tell me about it pal.

My Gran & Grandad were great but held the bathroom is very high esteem, totally off limits, a young Flutt was directed outside 'to the back of the hedge' if relief was required.

Sneaked a look once, and she was pristine, all shiny pewter, sturdy bowl,sparkling taps,handles, floor fluffy and warm with rugs, and always good heat in there.

September I think it was, a young Flutt returned from the fields after a blackberry picking session,now in truth more were eaten than canned and suffice to say that that intake didn't jell to well with a large ingestion of Tayto, Golly bars, and a fcukin Bombay Mix which was hot as fire.

Knew I was in trouble from the minute I got back to the house, pressure mounting on the 'brown half-crown' and disaster imminent.

In a badly judged manouvre I hit for the bathroom, hoping to effect a clean attack,but whatever happened, as soon as I cleared the kex from the muzzle, she totally spudded out and blew a rich hose of loose midden all over the attachments, floor, mats walls, the fcuking lot.

At this stage there was no point holding on so in a follow up mini-series the only thing I can say is that the ceiling escaped.

I exited the gaff at speed and I did hear many follow on conversations about the event, but never was asked to return...never:mad:

Persona non grata is what I believe is the term.

Mike 1972

We didnt have one in our house but an aunt did. Could never understand the logic of spending thousands kitting out a room with the best of furniture and wotnot (seemingly prior to the internet age a large set of encyclopedias -never read was also compulsory) and only using it once per year.

Things werent quite as silly in our house although there was still the "Good china" which was only used once a year Actually there were four sets of this (wedding presents) so each set only got used every four years.

My mum did a spell of public health nursing for a while and told us stories about the less salubrious parts of town where it was quite common for houses to have a "good room" resembling a furniture showroom while in the rest of the house they were literally using packing crates in lieu of furniture.

Micky Dolenz

This is like a spot the farmers thread.

FlutterinBantam

Micky Dolenz wrote: »

This is like a spot the farmers thread.

An erudite and forensic observation Michael.

What the fcuk is your point?

tayto lover

hondasam wrote: »

why were the parents rooms of limits ?

Usually because the Easter Bunny and Santa Claus had their supplies hidden in there.

Micky Dolenz

FlutterinBantam wrote: »

An erudite and forensic observation Michael.

What the fcuk is your point?

In my experience, farmers always had a good room, Where all the best china was, and the bestest most nicest laciest table cloth was.

It would only be used at Christmas, if someone died, when the priest called etc.

We didn't have a nice room in the shoe box on the side of the road were I lived.

Posy

I lived in a one bedroom flat with my family until I was nearly ten, so no room was off limits because we didn't have enough!

Mike 1972

Micky Dolenz wrote: »

In my experience, farmers always had a good room,

The practice is not confined to that particular demographic though.

FlutterinBantam

Micky Dolenz wrote: »

In my experience, farmers always had a good room, Where all the best china was, and the bestest most nicest laciest table cloth was.

It would only be used at Christmas, if someone died, when the priest called etc.

We didn't have a nice room in the shoe box on the side of the road were I lived.

I hear you barking big dog.

Excellent description.

furiousox

Micky Dolenz wrote: »

We didn't have a nice room in the shoe box on the side of the road were I lived.

And on that note......

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xe1a1wHxTyo

Micky Dolenz

Mike 1972 wrote: »

The practice is not confined to that particular demographic though.

True, as I said. In my experience.

I am not knocking anyone, yet.

Biggins

There was for a time, a "good room" in one of my parents homes (we moved a lot as kids - my dads job transferring us, sometimes to other countries) but they came to their senses and said ""stuff this for a snobbish lark!"
Normality resumed soon after.

nermal15

We have two sitting rooms and we call one of them the good room but it's not particularly good and there are no restrictions on us going into it. Just a pointless name.

okedoke

Getting there wrote: »

We had a front room too. Never ever allowed in there unless the priest was visiting. Seriously, the priest used come around to say hello when we were small.

But as we got older we were allowed have sleepovers in there and then boyfriends and girfriends were allowed in there to watch dvds.

Sleepovers with the priest? - your parents were brave

weemcd

Currently living like king of all slobs in the good room, drinking, eating and the rest...;)

free gaff ftw.

Capt'n Midnight

yeah we had a good room for a while, though I suspect that avoiding hoovering and tidying was part of the reason


and nothing compared to my grandmothers good room, it was dangerous to even look in the door

mikemac

In the grandparents house was the parlour and we weren't allowed in there.

From reading this thread, quite a few posters grandparents had a parlour. Rare these days now

later12

We have a parlour in my parents house which doubles as an office/sitting room for my Dad. It is extremely offlimits as he uses it to concentrate.

When we were kids, the threat of getting sent to Daddys sitting room was enough to silence us permanently. My Dad never smacked any of us and is one of the gentlest men I have ever met, but if you were sent into his room you had done something very bad - you would actually start crying on the way in, because the room was so serious and only ever associated with being told off. It also has stuffed birds (which were terrifying), the ashes of my grandmother (moreso), and a gun, so you can imagine what sort of connotations these gave a young boy being sent up to the room.

The aforementioned Grannys room is also off limits, as it is haunted by Granny (naturally)