I thought it might be interesting to have a thread devoted to reminiscences about The Good Old Days and the good old ways. I don't mean it to be limited to old codgers, though: young codgers should have equal access, to report stuff about their parents' or grandparents' times. In January this year I wrote a piece for my website called "Hobson's Choice" about the meals of my childhood, and in April I wrote "Where did all the bad people come from?" marvelling at how safe we and our possessions were, back when I was a boy.
Much has changed since then. We all have our personal memories - or the memories of our parents and grandparents. This is the place to tell the rest of us about them.
Just to lead off... Here's a brief extract from one of my posts: When I was a boy, not only was food simpler than it is now: so were menus. Our mothers' menus at every mealtime were quintessentially simple – namely, what was on the plate. The choice was Hobson's Choice: eat it or don't eat it. Actually: eat it all or don't bother turning up for the next meal.