Venues your parents brought you as a child at a loose end

25-05-2019 9:13am #1

So you were there at home idle. It was Saturday, there was no rugby / gaa session for ya and school was not on your mind and neither was homework, sure wouldn't you do it on Sunday night before going to bed.

Where did your parents bring ya for another boring dull outing?

One eyed Jack · 25-05-2019 9:19am

[Deleted User] wrote: »

So you were there at home idle. It was Saturday, there was no rugby / gaa session for ya and school was not on your mind and neither was homework, sure wouldn't you do it on Sunday night before going to bed.

Where did your parents bring ya for another boring dull outing?

I’d love to know what that was like :pac:

Generally told go out and weed the garden, and if that was done, there was more work to be done, and if that work was done, find work to do!

Never went on Saturday or Sunday outings or anything like that, trip to Quinnsworth for the weekly shop and told stay in the car was the closest to it I suppose

Fr_Dougal · 25-05-2019 9:23am

Mass

Dr. Kenneth Noisewater · 25-05-2019 9:23am

The pub

mark_jmc · 25-05-2019 9:25am

Out to play with the traffic

ytpe2r5bxkn0c1 · 25-05-2019 9:26am

I can't recall us ever being idle and we certainly didn't know what a venue was.

We spent our free time out and about, playing in the garden or the fields. There were always chores to be done if we weren't amusing ourselves. We'd have the weekend walk to our grandparents' who lived about five miles from us but it was far from boring. If it rained we played with our toys, board games, cards, etc.

mikemac2 · 25-05-2019 9:27am

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homework, sure wouldn't you do it on Sunday night

Glenroe theme tune meant time for homework *shudder*

Day Lewin · 25-05-2019 9:30am

At a time when car ownership was a novelty, my Dad would say
"Want to come out for a spin?"

and that was it - just a drive around. Might see something to stop at, like ducks on a river, or a park with a swing and a slide: if VERY lucky, we might get some Smarties shared around before going home.

Tell me how · 25-05-2019 9:31am

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So you were there at home idle. It was Saturday, there was no rugby / gaa session for ya and school was not on your mind and neither was homework, sure wouldn't you do it on Sunday night before going to bed.

Where did your parents bring ya for another boring dull outing?

We had 'the jobs'!

A list of things to be done on a Saturday. I have very fond memories of myself and my brothers heading off to our farm about a mile away on Saturday mornings and really rolling our sleeves up so we would be finished in time for a soccer match on Sports Stadium at 3 o'clock.

If it wasn't farm work, we cut the lawns or had other jobs to do around at home. As did our sisters. When we weren't doing this type of stuff, we played hurling or football incessantly.

Shefwedfan · 25-05-2019 9:33am

Jobs

If not we had to amuse ourselves, so built tree houses and all sorts....

Also including building a go car, dragging it over for a few miles to a hill and then going up and down it

Health and safety would not be impressed

The Satanist · 25-05-2019 9:41am

The Black Sheep

jos28 · 25-05-2019 9:43am

Out for a spin of a Sunday. Tidy up after the dinner and then off out to Skerries, Powerscourt, Howth, Malahide, Phoenix Park and other such places.
Generally just running around and acting the eejit with my brothers and sister. Always stopped for ice cream or sweets and home in time for Glenroe. My Dad sometimes brought us greyhound racing on Saturday evenings in the summer.

I brought my own children on similar trips. The dead zoo was always a great spot to hit on a rainy day (or when funds were low).

branie2 · 25-05-2019 9:47am

The middle of nowhere

honeybear · 25-05-2019 9:49am

The bog, picking stones, snagging sugar beet, milking, standing in gaps, ....

WAW · 25-05-2019 9:53am

honeybear wrote: »

The bog, picking stones, snagging sugar beet, milking, standing in gaps, ....

Standing in gaps. Ha!Brings back some memories!

Tacklebox · 25-05-2019 10:17am

To the Shannon runway watching the planes taking off and landing.
I actually never got bored of it, the planes were so loud sometimes they would make you feel like getting sick.

Nowadays the only thing you'll see flying around the Shannon runway is butterflies and the odd bird....

Tell me how · 25-05-2019 10:19am

Tacklebox wrote: »

To the Shannon runway watching the planes taking off and landing.
I actually never got bored of it, the planes were so loud sometimes they would make you feel like getting sick.

Nowadays the only thing you'll see flying around the Shannon runway is butterflies and the odd bird....

Remember when the Concord used to call? We used to live across the estuary, just west of Ennis and had a great view of it as it landed and took off, albeit from a distance.

25-05-2019 10:19am

Tacklebox wrote: »

To the Shannon runway watching the planes taking off and landing.
I actually never got bored of it, the planes were so loud sometimes they would make you feel like getting sick.

Nowadays the only thing you'll see flying around the Shannon runway is butterflies and the odd bird....

dad did that with me once and we went to Dublin airport, parked near to a runway and listened to an Aer Lingus 737 'spooling up' loud alright!

take everything · 25-05-2019 10:23am

Bunch of snowflakes the lot of ye.

Now we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox at twelve o'clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues. We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife.

Wesser · 25-05-2019 10:24am

Car wash in local garage
followed by driving around a roundabout 3 times at high speed and no seatbelts on.
followed by mcdonalds.

Tacklebox · 25-05-2019 10:24am

Tell me how wrote: »

Remember when the Concord used to call? We used to live across the estuary, just west of Ennis and had a great view of it as it landed and took off, albeit from a distance.

Where ye the Ballynacally direction?

We were right on the edge of Shannon , the concord was always a novelty for the whole town.

Ye had a different view to us across the estuary.

Tacklebox · 25-05-2019 10:25am

take everything wrote: »

Bunch of snowflakes the lot of ye.

Now we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox at twelve o'clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues. We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife.

That's how you ended up with a split personality

Tell me how · 25-05-2019 10:26am

Tacklebox wrote: »

Where ye the Ballynacally direction?

We were right on the edge of Shannon , the concord was always a novelty for the whole town.

Ye had a different view to us across the estuary.

Yeah, that general direction.

Eggonyerface · 25-05-2019 10:28am

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dad did that with me once and we went to Dublin airport, parked near to a runway and listened to an Aer Lingus 737 'spooling up' loud alright!

I remember there was a viewing platform in the airport and you could see the planes airside without having a ticket to fly? I might be wrong about this one but wasn't there a little security check at the very front door too? I'm talking 1990 give or take a year or two

25-05-2019 10:30am

take everything wrote: »

Bunch of snowflakes the lot of ye.

Now we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox at twelve o'clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues. We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife.

You're no snowflake. You're a true toerag.

fryup · 25-05-2019 10:31am

sunday drive.....which meant admiring/snooping at other people's front gardens

oh the joy of it :cool:

25-05-2019 10:32am

Eggonyerface wrote: »

I remember there was a viewing platform in the airport and you could see the planes airside without having a ticket to fly? I might be wrong about this one but wasn't there a little security check at the very front door too? I'm talking 1990 give or take a year or two

Don't know about that, Dad parked with me very near the run in the late 80's.

Additionally, we were hearing the sound from a Boeing 737 - 200 spooling up.

Very Noisy.

Tell me how · 25-05-2019 10:32am

Eggonyerface wrote: »

I remember there was a viewing platform in the airport and you could see the planes airside without having a ticket to fly? I might be wrong about this one but wasn't there a little security check at the very front door too? I'm talking 1990 give or take a year or two

I remember when security started in Dublin airport around this time and it was just two guards with wand type detectors moving them over the bags as people came in the door to the departures area. I was only 10 or 11 at the time but can remember that if the crowd got backed up a bit, they'd step back for a few minutes and let it clear before continuing.

Maybe my mind is playing tricks on me and it was much more comprehensive than that.

JustAThought · 25-05-2019 10:36am

A LONG drive to a forest park

Followed by a LONG walk. No interprative centers, no coffee shops, no bottles of water.

Usually we told to go and and play & dont come home until dinner time.

Annual school trip once a year was the 'venue' destination.

Aisling(",) · 25-05-2019 10:37am

I was dragged out for walks. Every costal location in Dublin,big parks and up the mountains.It wasn't boring though got to see animals,climb on the rocks,playgrounds and im sure my parents were glad when it got me to sleep earlier.

Also did most museums the dead zoo,Collins barracks etc. Im delighted my parents were so on the ball about getting out. It still stands to to me now since I like to get up and get moving.

Id get the occasional play place and cinema trip too,zoo etc.

take everything · 25-05-2019 1:56pm

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You're no snowflake. You're a true toerag.

Is that a Monty Python reference. ðŸ€”

Blueshoe · 25-05-2019 1:57pm

Blue Oyster bar to play a game of pool

EmmetSpiceland · 25-05-2019 2:03pm

If you’ve ever had the misfortune to darken the doors of Ikea on a Saturday or Sunday you’ll see where unimaginative parents take their young when they want a “day out”.

You’ll see the red faced angry dad bullying about with a trolley, the browsing mum stopping at every item for sale and the couple of kids trying to have a small bit of “fun” milling about only to be roared at by the angry dad.

Considering the parents probably don’t see much of the kids during the week you would think the weekend would be a good for spending some “quality” time with them but instead they do that. Sad really.

25-05-2019 2:07pm

take everything wrote: »

Is that a Monty Python reference. &#55356;&#56340;

Excuse me

Tuareg

Church on Tuesday · 25-05-2019 2:20pm

The Bog.

Lough Key Forest Park.

When I was a kid I didn't know what a venue was trust me.

Zorya · 25-05-2019 2:22pm

Saturday was jobs. Sowing or picking potatoes. Garden work. Minding the younger ones.

Sunday was out to Granny's house. The adults huddled in by the Stanley, gossiping with code words they thought children didn't understand. A match on the TV. Me secretly reading Granny's stash of lurid ''true crime'' magazines using a copy of the Ireland's Own for cover. Like WTF Granny? :eek:

Irish Guitarist · 25-05-2019 2:43pm

I'd go shopping with my mother and sometimes get a Coke soda (Coke and ice cream mixed together) in this cafe.

Sometimes my father took us fishing. As in he fished and my mother and me went with him. I'd sit in the grass or run around. That was a very rare event though.

RasTa · 25-05-2019 2:48pm

The Beavers, cubs and finally Scouts. Fecked off there to do some stuff most weekends. It was great craic tbh.

25-05-2019 2:54pm

Saturdays were spent playing outside with friends, Sundays were for mass and the Sunday roast dinner followed by a drive to a score(Road bowling), we'd often get a treat at a chip van or maybe a picnic on the roadside, then home, Glenroe and bed, happy days.

This is it · 25-05-2019 3:20pm

EmmetSpiceland wrote: »

If you’ve ever had the misfortune to darken the doors of Ikea on a Saturday or Sunday you’ll see where unimaginative parents take their young when they want a “day out”.

You’ll see the red faced angry dad bullying about with a trolley, the browsing mum stopping at every item for sale and the couple of kids trying to have a small bit of “fun” milling about only to be roared at by the angry dad.

Considering the parents probably don’t see much of the kids during the week you would think the weekend would be a good for spending some “quality” time with them but instead they do that. Sad really.

Quite judgemental. There's a whole weekend, you see these people for a snippet of that.

While I love doing fun things with my little fella, going to the park, playgrounds, playing football, water fights, crazy golf, rolling down hills, and whatever else takes his fancy, there are times when I have to drag him around to do food or clothes shopping, to the local diy, etc. because these things have to be done. I try make them as fun as possible but there are times when he gets bored. It's about striking a balance between the fun and not so fun.

ToddyDoody · 25-05-2019 5:58pm

Charlies furniture store in Waterford, where Rapid cabs is now.

Very very leaky roof.

Yer Da sells Avon · 25-05-2019 6:52pm

We'd go for a long walk. Are we there yet? I want to go home. My legs are tired. Can you carry me. I need to do a wee.

Zaph · 25-05-2019 6:57pm

Johnny Fox's. For some reason the traditional Sunday drive always seemed to end up there. Drink driving wasn't really a thing in the 70s...

EmmetSpiceland · 25-05-2019 7:21pm

This is it wrote: »

Quite judgemental. There's a whole weekend, you see these people for a snippet of that.

No it’s not. These people are taking their kids to a place like Ikea on a Saturday, or Sunday, morning for a “day out” with no real intention to buy anything.

And even then they expect their kids to behave like adults without running off, playing games or jumping on the beds. Then taking their frustrations out on them when they do anything like that.

The “highlight” of the day is then going to the shop “restaurant” and giving the kids a plate of those horrible grey “meatballs” to stuff their faces with. It’s a terrible day and it ruins the trip for those who are there for a reason.

It’s a lazy and unimaginative way for lazy and unimaginative “parents” to kill the time they have to be with their kids. They probably can’t wait for the time when swimming, ballet or soccer start up again.

25-05-2019 7:24pm

Atlantic Homecare, where they let us run wild and free, and we feckin loved it too.

Sardonicat · 25-05-2019 7:25pm

mikemac2 wrote: »

Deleted User wrote: »

homework, sure wouldn't you do it on Sunday night

Glenroe theme tune meant time for homework *shudder*

I'm tempted to raise my mother from her grave and proclaim 'See, it's not just me!'

25-05-2019 8:03pm

Sardonicat wrote: »

I'm tempted to raise my mother from her grave and proclaim 'See, it's not just me!'

My mother is passed too. Lookit, don't bother

JupiterKid · 25-05-2019 8:47pm

My folks weren’t into pubs at all so it was very rare when my sisters and myself would have any reason to be in a pub. Extremely boring for a child and IMO not really suitable for them.

Saturdays were usually spent out and about playing with friends, messing about on our bikes etc. A lot of time spent outdoors in 1980s Dublin suburbia. Maybe a day out to the Phoenix Park. Our aunt or my mum would sometimes take us into out to the beach, to the cinema, Powerscourt the very odd time and if we behaved we got some sweets and crisps.:)

Sometimes down to see our grandparents which could be a bit tedious but my grannies doted on me as I was the youngest child in the family and among all my cousins. My maternal grandmother was great at baking and her buns, cakes and lemon meringue pies were delish! She would often slip me a pound note when my mum wasn’t in the room.:p

Shopping was Quinnsworth in Blanchardstown. Mum would usually fret at the cost of the big shop remarking on how prices had gone up again and being a cheeky brat at times I would harass her to buy a new pack of cereal for the crappy “free gift” or put a pack of sweets in the trolly which she would find at the checkout and make me put back.

Dad would sometimes take me and a couple of mates out on a long spin in the car and that was great - I especially loved traveling along the very few dual carriageways and the two extremely short stretches of motorways that existed in Ireland at the time. Was always dead impressed and jealous of the motorway and road system up in the North when going up to visit relatives.

Sundays were mass, Sunday lunch and for a treat the occasional weekend, McDonalds. My mum was adamant the we did our homework after she made us a snack after getting home from school on weekdays so weekend homework was only really in secondary school.

Largely happy and carefree times.

_Brian · 25-05-2019 9:01pm

Grew up farming so there was always work to be done. Always.

For Forks Sake · 25-05-2019 9:03pm

take everything wrote: »

Now we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox at twelve o'clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues. We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife.

Luxury.

s4uv3 · 25-05-2019 9:17pm

Antique shops and furniture shops. Used to be in my element looking at "stuff", still love a good root around an antique shop

Venues your parents brought you as a child at a loose end

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