This was sent to me by email and I thought it worth sharing.


In the queue at the supermarket, the cashier told an older woman that she should bring her own grocery bags because plastic bags weren't good for the environment.
The woman apologized to him and explained, "We didn't have the green thing back in my day." The clerk responded, "That's our problem today.  Your generation did not care enough to save our environment."He was right -- our generation didn't have the green thing in its day. Back then, we returned milk bottles, coke, seven up bottles and beer bottles to the shop or off licence. They sent them back to the plant to be washed, sterilized and refilled and re-used. So it could use the same bottles over and over.  So they really were recycled.

But we didn't have the green thing back in our day.

We walked up stairs, because we didn't have lifts and escalators in every shop and office building. We walked to the local shops and didn't climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go to a supermarket.We bought fruit and veg loose - and washed them at home. We didn't have to throw away bins full of plastic, foam and paper packaging that need huge recycling plants fed by monster trucks all day, everyday.

But she was right. We didn't have the green thing in our day.

Back then, we washed the baby's nappies because we didn't have the throw-away kind.  We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy gobbling machine burning up KW's -- wind and solar power really did dry the clothes.
Kids got hand-me-down (mostly hand made or hand knitted) clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing shipped from the other side of the planet.
But that old lady is right; we didn't have the green thing back in our day.Back then shops repaired things with funny things called spare parts - we didn't need to throw whole items away because a small part failed.
Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house -- not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember  them?), not a screen the size of Wales .In the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn't have electric machines to do everything for us.When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used scrunched up old newspapers to cushion it, not polystyrene or plastic bubble wrap.

Back then, we didn't fire up an engine and burn petrol just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power and hand clippers for the hedges.
We exercised by working so we didn't need to go to a brightly lit, air conditioned health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity and then drink millions of bottles of that special water from those plastic bottles.

But she's right; we didn't have the green thing back then.

We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a plastic cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water.
We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new plastic pen, and we replaced blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole plastic razor just because the blade got dull.

But we didn't have the green thing back then.

Back then, people took the bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their parents into a 24-hour taxi service.
We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances.  And we didn't need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 2,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest fish & chip shop.

But isn't it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn't have the green thing back then?
Please forward this on to another selfish old person who needs a lesson in conservation from a young smartass.
 
      
   

I don't remember veggies coming on a horse and cart but I remember the 'rag and bone man' -(I wonder where that title came from) - with a horse and cart and Mr. Fowler the neighbour running outside with his bucket and shovel after the horse had 'gone' to collect the free manure.

I don't remember newspaper in the smallest room either, but I remember that horrible hard paper with IZAL written on it that stank of....What?  I can still smell it but can't identify it!  My dad swore by it and I didn't know there was lovely soft stuff till I visited a posh friend's house!

It's funny, but I remember the weather being better too!  Long summer evenings playing out with the neighbours, going to Sunday School, day trips to Bognor and sunburn, when the only cream available was Nivea.  My dad used to keep us off school if it was a nice summer day and take us to the seaside. I remember armchairs in the back of his lorry and the 'Are we nearly there yet' from all of us in the back who couldn't see where we were going.

Tea on the primus stove, individual fruit pies, a new rubber ring and the tide out so far you couldn't see the sea without binoculars! (excuse the exaggeration, but I'm enjoying it all over again and getting enthusiastic here).

Ah!  Those were the days my friend,we thought they'd never end de dum de dum de dum de dum.