Were they really the ‘good old days’?

A conversation I had this weekend with family members spanning three generations has got me wondering about days gone by and how we remember the past.


Much is made of decades gone past being safer, we all seem to remember a time when our neighbourhoods were more friendly and we knew people better, when we would leave the door on the latch, children would play out and neighbours were good friends.


It seems that today close-knit communities could be a thing of the past in certain areas of the country and older sections of society in particular are reporting they feel isolated and even scared to go out.


I wonder if society has fundamentally changed, is the world really a more dangerous place, or whether it could be down to the ageing process that we feel less inclined to get to know the people we live near.

As we get older does the world seem a little less friendly? Is it a case of life’s bad experiences mounting up as we mature and knocking our confidence?


Do you feel part of your local community? As much as you used to when you were younger?

Do you think being older makes it harder to get to know the people you live near?

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Comment by Rodney Yates on November 7, 2012 at 21:23

You might enjoy the lyric of a song a penned a little while back.  It has a tune but no one has met me to make an arrangement as yet!  anyway, enjoy.

The  Best  Days  Of  All


                                                There’s a time I recall

                                                That is better than any

‘Twas the first day of June

That a girl came to call

She had long flaxen hair

And her name it was Denny

O those days in my youth

Were the best days of all


The Girl of my dreams

Had the limbs of a lover

Winsome ways, and her smile

Gave her face a warm glow

Sometimes I was below

Sometimes I was above her

But whenever she came

Then our passions would flow


But then there came a day

She arose and she left me

O the sorrow of parting

Runs deep in my soul

If you see flaxen hair

On a girl who’s called Denny

Kiss her slowly and deep

And the good times will roll


That’s the time I recall

That is better than any

Going back through the years

When that girl came to call

Through the laughter and tears

I shall not forget Denny

For those days in my youth

Were the best days of all

Comment by Kathryn on May 17, 2012 at 15:45

Very good point Christine about perspective, maybe at some points in our lives the grass just looks greener?

Have any of you lived in the same place for a considerable amount of time and noticed a change in your neighbourhood?

Diane you said you don't feel part of your community - do you think there is a community you're excluded from? Where I live currently I don't really notice one past our street.

Comment by Richard Alexandar on May 14, 2012 at 12:57

Which "Good Old Days" are we talking about? WW2? 

Comment by Diane Franks on May 13, 2012 at 14:42

People are far busier now. More mothers are at work than before. People are in their cars off to the supermarkets so the corner shops are closing where a lot of people would meet up. TV, computers, games machines are all taking over at home. Mobile phones are replacing people meeting up for chats and a gossip. This is especially true with kids. Why leave the comfort of your home when you can chat to everyone on the phone.  Allowing kids to go out and play is not viewed as most as a very safe thing when they are young. The media has made sure we are aware of the perverts out there. The backlash should something happen because we allowed our 10 year old out to play would be huge.  Whereas houses might be burgled in the past -  now we fear for our lives should a burglar break in. We hear such horror stories.  I don't feel part of my community but then most of my neighbours work full time while I am at home alone. When I was younger my parents seemed to know all the shop keepers by name and the local community. Life was not so stressful or such a rush.  I do stop and chat to people I pass on the way to the local shops but I don't know them by name or where they live. Maybe being a middle aged single woman living on her own puts up some red flag to people? I remember once someone warning me to stay away from Mrs so and so up the road as she "lived on her own" - I expect they are saying that about me also.

Comment by Richard Alexandar on May 9, 2012 at 19:58

And each loaf of Hovis came with a brass band.......

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