1950s Gramps

"When I was a lad I walked barefoot backwards uphill five miles through three feet of snow to get to my one room schoolhouse, and liked it!"

2000s Gramps

"When I was a lad I had to get up off the couch and wade through 6" of shag carpet to change the channel on the TV!"

You know you are getting old when your back goes out more than you do!

I was in Budapest with my son, about 8 years ago, a nice young one stood up on the tram and offered me her seat. Boy did I feel old after that. And I'm still not a grandad!!!.

Songs on Grandpa's iPod

"You're So Varicose Vein" by Carly Simon 
"How Can You Mend A Broken Hip?" by the BeeGees 
"I Can't See Clearly Now" by Johnny Nash 
"These Boots Give Me Arthritis" by Nancy Sinatra 
"Once, Twice, Three Trips to the Bathroom" by the Commodores 
"I Get By with a Little Help from Depends" by the Beatles
"Talking' Bout My Medication" by the Who 
"Bald Thing" by the Troggs
"You Can't Always Pee When You Want" by the Rolling Stones 
"I Heard It through the Grape Nuts" by Marvin Gaye

Two Wheels Better wrote:1950s Gramps

"When I was a lad I walked barefoot backwards uphill five miles through three feet of snow to get to my one room schoolhouse, and liked it!"

2000s Gramps

"When I was a lad I had to get up off the couch and wade through 6" of shag carpet to change the channel on the TV!"

The sign of a truely underprivilaged kid, had no remote for the tele.

Ha thats nuthin I used to walk 7 miles uphill bothways.

You don't even have to be a granddad (even though I am). Even before my daughter had my grandkids, she referred to my childhood when I had a pet dinosaur!
 

Bill

Four Yorkshiremen.

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

Bill

RicK G wrote:The sign of a truely underprivilaged kid, had no remote for the tele.

Ha thats nuthin I used to walk 7 miles uphill bothways.

Our first family TV in the 60s had a remote - on a long cord!

Bill

We didn't get a tele back in Tassie 'til '68. We got it so Dad could watch the Olympics, in black & white, of course. Me, or one of my three brothers were the remote! No worries.

I remember seeing my Father in Law call one of the younger kids in from the front yard to change the channel on the TV. He had plenty of dogs so never did his own barking.

You have no need to worry about old age.... it won't last long!

Cheers

P.S.: this man On the link, is 90 years old and lives in my Town, Jochen "The Voice" Luck Herkules
He is realy fast on his bike and still is doing off-road races :-)
http://www.winni-scheibe.com/ta_portraits/luck3.htm

Ringfad wrote:You know you are getting old when your back goes out more than you do!

You know you're getting old when you look forward to the week to live off the weekend.

You know you're getting old when your kids stop telling you to grow up!!!

RicK G wrote:I remember seeing my Father in Law call one of the younger kids in from the front yard to change the channel on the TV. He had plenty of dogs so never did his own barking.

Talking of barking yourself..
I knew a Rhodesian Pom prospector who had a camp south west of Marble Bar. His dog died, so Max would get out in his jocks and bark at the tourists when they came into his camp. They didnt seem to stay long.

When I was  a lad I used to listen to Don Bradman on a fading whistling radio. Cricket from Australia. TV what was that.

Getting old is in the mind.
                                             Ajays.

                                               Still riding at 87 albeit an MP3 Trike..!!

Ajays wrote:When I was  a lad I used to listen to Don Bradman on a fading whistling radio. Cricket from Australia. TV, what was that?
Getting old is in the mind.
Ajays.
Still riding at 87 albeit an MP3 Trike..!!

I just knew we could drag you onto the forum with a teaser! You are a shining example of living life large because of motorbikes. Good to hear from you, as always, Ajays!

Cheers, oh, and by the way, Happy Christmas!

indian036 wrote:You don't even have to be a granddad (even though I am). Even before my daughter had my grandkids, she referred to my childhood when I had a pet dinosaur!
 

Bill

When we were kids my brother went through a curiosity phase about Mum's childhood. All questions started : "in the olden days when you were a girl..."  . she got a great kick out of it.

You know, I started this nonsense off because at just 55 years of age I find myself being slightly more forgetful, (stuff like, where are my glasses? On top of my head!) with a few more aches of a morning, can still put in a full-plus day doing anything I like, but not able to stay with the 30 year olds I work with quite like I used to, open more and more to new experiences, further travel, respecting of lifestyles and cultures, and, to top it all off, am de facto granddad to a wonderful 3 year old named Charlie for the past three years. She teaches me something new whenever I spend time with her; helps me realise why we're here.

Cheers to granddads (and G-mums) everywhere!