Good clothes being robbed off the washing line!
Gone are the days of going to the pub or club and coming back absolutely drenched in the stank of other peoples 2nd hand smoke, thanks be to Jaysus.
Bedsits. And for those of us that were particularly skint - sharing a bedsit designed for 1 person with 2 or 3 others.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bedsit
I think it was more a business than charity when you consider their baby export model.
Capital punishment handed out by clergy with celibacy frustration
Even back then, the Church didn't have the power to carry out capital punishment. I think you meant corporal punishment.😉
Female Gardaí officially referred to as "Bán Garda" or WPC if they were serving in the North or Britain. Edit: corporal punishment handed out by clergy with celibacy frustration, hospitals staffed by nuns and monks who had taken a vow of poverty and probably saved the government health coffers millions but didn’t do much in way of actually caring.
Rice Krispie Buns!
These were a major feature of all of my childhood parties, school events, any event at all really just get a big bar of cooking chocolate, melt it and mix in the Rice Krispies …
That and over diluted orange squash.
Drinks promos in pubs, where you could win free pints or merchandise, sadly killed off by the PC brigade.
Anyone remember the 1p pints of Guinness they had on some anniversary of the brewery?
Edit, you got a scratch card and paid whatever the cost of the pint was in the year you revealed.
Green shield saving stamps.
Rented tv and couch.
The bags of Nenagh milk tokens we'd save all year to get something nice from the catalogue
Statoil Premium Club.
or the Lyon’s tea labels to enter a draw for a car
Saving up the Maxwell house/Nescafe jar labels and sending them back to manufacturer to get free gifts!
or at home Maxwell House or Nescafé 😀
That reminds me-pubs closing for holy hour and earlier closing on Sundays
And two types of coffee: black or white. Extra posh places would have cappuccino
Town being an absolute dead wasteland on a Sunday. Seriously, nothing was open.
No priest at the teenage discos now making sure there's a bit of space between couples dancing the slow set.
Funnier now since I found out said priest had an affair with a local mother and was moved to another parish lol
Absolutely.
In my school it was usually a slurry pit accident. Tractors didn't have rollover protection, I think a cousin nearly got killed off one when he was driving at 8 years old!
Plus infant mortality was high until maternity care improvements. There were no counselling services for my parents when they lost kids.
It did feel like we were expendable, kinda of like the way in the US they can't link mass shootings in schools to the easy availability of guns.
The whole "we had common sense not elf'n'safety" thing that seems to be a common line amongst English people particularly forgets just how many deaths there used to be.
Even when I started school there'd probably be one kid a year that didn't come back in September, cause they'd died in some summer misadventure or working on a relatives farm. I did go to a big enough school in a town surrounded by farms though.
Everyone having phones to call for help has probably made more of an impact there than the safety ads tbh.
Workplace deaths were horrendous back then also; any large building project would have a death toll.
I say a lot of the safety awareness stuff now is overkill pushed by parents who know they're lucky they're still alive after the stuff we got up to when children were expendable.
We used to do our own demolishing of old crumbling buildings as kids. I still remember the rush of running away from a collapsing wall!
Remember the "where's grandad?" Safety ad?
There was the one about a young lad drowning in a water barrel too.
No going to the local mechanics and getting a few patched up tractor tyre blown up and using it to go down a nearby weir and float off down the river for a mile or so in a summer flood, and then bringing back the tractor tyre through the fields so he'll give it to you again tomorrow.
Just had a flashback to a summer I luckily got the student office job (mostly filing and messages) in the county council and the had ladies and gents break rooms.
The men's room was in the basement and was mostly everyone gathered around the table playing 25s and smoking.
I had to take a message up to the ladies break room once, knocked on door and when it opened nearly half of the women were knitting!!!
Edit to add, late 80s.
Indeed… or swings out of lampposts. No kick the can… bulldog. Marbles. lost arts.
That way you had eg an 86 car rather than an 85 car, when you went to sell it.
Why did you only just recently get a front window on your house? 🤪
when the doorbell rang you had to actually open the door to see who it was……unbelievable…
Still have sales of work … kinda rebranded as 'country market'. But to benefit the producers rather than a charity cause.
This one in Raheny once a month.
https://www.facebook.com/rahenycountrymarket/
Mobile AIB and BOI Banks in the form of lorries. Parents used them when were non holidays in Sligo.
Mind you many modern day older AIB and BOI are in $hit condition.
Of course then you’d have to marry it.
My local Protestants had a spin the wheel thingy and a brass band at their garden fete. All the rest of their stalls were just selling second hand books, clothes etc.
The three Catholic Sales of work only had jumble. Two of them ran separate "cake sales".
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