At least one of my grandparents was born in the 19th Century. The rest were all born before 1910.
By the way, @KarlLB, thirty isn't old! Sorry, working out a minimum for that. I am assuming all children born in wedlock. If you can be married at 15 then you can have a child at 15, so if both generations did that, that would make your Grandfather 30 when you were born, which would make you now 30. Mind you, given the maximum, you could be 120, basically, I am assuming your Grandfather was alive when you were born, so he must have been younger than the oldest man. For your grandmother, this would be limited to something around 100.
At least one of my grandparents was born in the 19th Century. The rest were all born before 1910.
By the way, @KarlLB, thirty isn't old! Sorry, working out a minimum for that. I am assuming all children born in wedlock. If you can be married at 15 then you can have a child at 15, so if both generations did that, that would make your Grandfather 30 when you were born, which would make you now 30. Mind you, given the maximum, you could be 120, basically, I am assuming your Grandfather was alive when you were born, so he must have been younger than the oldest man. For your grandmother, this would be limited to something around 100.
You missed the data point that said Grandfather was born before WW1
My grandfather was born almost 140 years ago. My father was born before WW1. I don't feel that old, though. But then again, my daughter once looked astonished that I had vivid memories of Abba winning the Eurovision Song Contest. Because that was soooooo long ago....
Came across a comment that gives me hope. A man on FB said his 90-year-old mother was going on a train trip, and she was wondering if she could charge her phone (I know trains in Canada and the US do have charging ports where the passengers are seated usually). She mentioned she currently charges her phone through her cable box. He (and me) did not know that. Says something when you can still learn from a 90-year-old.
Am I just a spring chicken here at 62? My father is 90, and my maternal grandfather would have been 121 this year.
Well, I’m 65. Though my mother would be 100 next month, and my father would have been 102 this month, I’m the youngest of their children. My oldest sibling is 10½ years older than I am.
Self-disclosure, I am 76 years old. Consequently, all my grandparents were born in the 19th Century. Dad was born 1919. Mom was born 1925. I am the oldest of three boys, but my youngest brother died about 10 years ago. Aches and pains in lower back and left hand.
Came across a comment that gives me hope. A man on FB said his 90-year-old mother was going on a train trip, and she was wondering if she could charge her phone (I know trains in Canada and the US do have charging ports where the passengers are seated usually). She mentioned she currently charges her phone through her cable box. He (and me) did not know that. Says something when you can still learn from a 90-year-old.
Most buses and trains in Britain have USB charging points and, on long-distance trains, power sockets.
All four of my grandparents were born in the 1880s, my parents in the years immediately following WW1. Because of the wars, both generations didn't have children till they were in their 30s. My brother and I are both what are now called "boomers" (horrible phrase!!
My brother and I are both what are now called "boomers" (horrible phrase!!
My parents were married in September 1939.
I don't know if they were deliberately waiting to start a family, but I am grateful that they didn't wait any longer. I arrived in the later weeks of the war, so avoided being a "boomer", and could side-step the accusations being aimed at that group by the hard-done-by "millennials"
All four of my grandparents were born in the 1880s, my parents in the years immediately following WW1. Because of the wars, both generations didn't have children till they were in their 30s. My brother and I are both what are now called "boomers" (horrible phrase!!
Wear it with pride. There are getting to be fewer and fewer of us. Think of all the things we did growing up that would be unheard of today. Like playing unsupervised to the street lights came on.
All four of my grandparents were born in the 1880s, my parents in the years immediately following WW1. Because of the wars, both generations didn't have children till they were in their 30s. My brother and I are both what are now called "boomers" (horrible phrase!!
Wear it with pride. There are getting to be fewer and fewer of us. Think of all the things we did growing up that would be unheard of today. Like playing unsupervised to the street lights came on.
Aye, nobody does that here. There aren't any street lights.
No gas lights, but I remember perching on a kind of temporary platform made of sleepers, looking at the coal yard at Romford station (but only just), '38 stock tube trains on the Bakerloo line (just...we didn't go that far, that often!) and routemaster busses (just - they stopped in outer London a lot earlier than the inner city). I am 'only' 55...another youngster at church.
I remember gas lighting in a friend's house in Fife in the late 1950s. A bit of googlery says that except for rural areas it was mostly phased out long before that, but this was in a town. Does anyone else remember domestic gas lighting and when it ended?
I remember gas lighting in a friend's house in Fife in the late 1950s. A bit of googlery says that except for rural areas it was mostly phased out long before that, but this was in a town. Does anyone else remember domestic gas lighting and when it ended?
Actually, my wife's parent's home in New Jersey still had features for gas lighting. Mrs. Gramps does not recall seeing them ever being used, but the building was turn of the 19th/20th century.
When we lived in South Dakota we had kerosene lamps in the rooms for when the electricity would go out.
Does anyone remember bulbs filled with water hanging in various rooms? The idea was if there was a fire in the room the bulb would burst and help extinguish the fire.
I remember gas mantles in my bedroom when I was a child.
They were never lit, as far as I recall, as my father had installed electric lights.
I do not know if the gas was still connected but it might have been safer to stick with using gas mantles, as I recall getting the occasional mild shock from the plug socket near my bed!
Me and Ms. C were born at the tail-end of the Boomer generation. I wear the label with pride.
My sister and I were born at the start of the Boomer generation. I still stick to "X and I", though "Me and X" is perhaps now the predominant usage, certainly in Oz, and I heard it on my last visit to the UK.
And we no longer get invitations, just invites.
The lighting I remember in our cottage in rural Sussex in the second half of the '40s was a single Tilley lamp, plus a tiny 'glow-worm' lamp at the bedside. No electricity or gas there.
My brother and sister in law rented a house that only had one power point and I think it plugged into a light socket. I can't imagine it myself, but I did believe them knowing the part of town in which the house was built.
I grew up in the 70's in a small fibro house. I remember my Mum using a polisher to polish the wooden floorboards, just before (or just after) my sister was born in 1970 my parents got carpet and that was so exciting!! I've seen the house online and I'm pretty sure they are now back to the bare boards!! My Dad built the cupboards for the kitchen as did my husband's Dad, but he built and extended their first family home.
The thing that makes me feel old is remembering Nanna's scary hot water heater in the bathroom (that was gas and she had to light). Also her late husband's razor strop hanging up in the bathroom and that her house had an outdoor loo. I was too scared to go at night and she would let me used her goesunder at nightime when I was a little kid (before the arrival of my sister). Recently I explained to my kids that my parents both thought they were Christmas buying a house that had an inside loo and that was connected to town sewerage. Compared to their parents it really was luxury!!
My brother and sister in law rented a house that only had one power point and I think it plugged into a light socket. I can't imagine it myself, but I did believe them knowing the part of town in which the house was built.
I remember a time in England when many people talked about the Light Bill, presumably from a time when all home electricity was used for was lighting.
My current apartment, in a pre-WW2 building, has a scarcity of electric sockets. One in the bedroom, one in the living room, one in the hall, one in the bathroom. The kitchen is the only room well provided.
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By the way, @KarlLB, thirty isn't old! Sorry, working out a minimum for that. I am assuming all children born in wedlock. If you can be married at 15 then you can have a child at 15, so if both generations did that, that would make your Grandfather 30 when you were born, which would make you now 30. Mind you, given the maximum, you could be 120, basically, I am assuming your Grandfather was alive when you were born, so he must have been younger than the oldest man. For your grandmother, this would be limited to something around 100.
You missed the data point that said Grandfather was born before WW1
Most buses and trains in Britain have USB charging points and, on long-distance trains, power sockets.
(You realise you’re getting old when you have the nerve to write something like that without shame)
Truth is that mentally I feel about 30 (when awake) physically about 90! Which averages out at 60.
At my meeting with the oncologist last week he did say -'You're very fit - for your age'.
If you were arrested for giving her/him a thorough thrashing for that, I am sure the judge would dismiss the case.
Oh I did. As I said, apart from deafness, diabetes and cancer, there's nothing much wrong with me.
Infant! Mind you, I'm only a decade older
Yep. Church and the NHS - the two institutions in which under 60s are "young".
Youngest Beaky daughter, mother of Huxley, is the same age as you!!
I don't know if they were deliberately waiting to start a family, but I am grateful that they didn't wait any longer. I arrived in the later weeks of the war, so avoided being a "boomer", and could side-step the accusations being aimed at that group by the hard-done-by "millennials"
Wear it with pride. There are getting to be fewer and fewer of us. Think of all the things we did growing up that would be unheard of today. Like playing unsupervised to the street lights came on.
Aye, nobody does that here. There aren't any street lights.
Bowing
Actually, my wife's parent's home in New Jersey still had features for gas lighting. Mrs. Gramps does not recall seeing them ever being used, but the building was turn of the 19th/20th century.
When we lived in South Dakota we had kerosene lamps in the rooms for when the electricity would go out.
Does anyone remember bulbs filled with water hanging in various rooms? The idea was if there was a fire in the room the bulb would burst and help extinguish the fire.
They were never lit, as far as I recall, as my father had installed electric lights.
I do not know if the gas was still connected but it might have been safer to stick with using gas mantles, as I recall getting the occasional mild shock from the plug socket near my bed!
My sister and I were born at the start of the Boomer generation. I still stick to "X and I", though "Me and X" is perhaps now the predominant usage, certainly in Oz, and I heard it on my last visit to the UK.
And we no longer get invitations, just invites.
I grew up in the 70's in a small fibro house. I remember my Mum using a polisher to polish the wooden floorboards, just before (or just after) my sister was born in 1970 my parents got carpet and that was so exciting!! I've seen the house online and I'm pretty sure they are now back to the bare boards!! My Dad built the cupboards for the kitchen as did my husband's Dad, but he built and extended their first family home.
The thing that makes me feel old is remembering Nanna's scary hot water heater in the bathroom (that was gas and she had to light). Also her late husband's razor strop hanging up in the bathroom and that her house had an outdoor loo. I was too scared to go at night and she would let me used her goesunder at nightime when I was a little kid (before the arrival of my sister). Recently I explained to my kids that my parents both thought they were Christmas buying a house that had an inside loo and that was connected to town sewerage. Compared to their parents it really was luxury!!
I remember a time in England when many people talked about the Light Bill, presumably from a time when all home electricity was used for was lighting.