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Post by ivyplus on Oct 24, 2006 19:46:43 GMT 12
I put this thread into possitive affirmations.
Just today I thought about my childhood when I saw the news about gang violence. And I think todays children often have no real guidence and are left to themselves. I wonder what could help them.
My childhood was very protected and really happy. I had many interests. In the village I grew up was a Roman village about 1300years before and when the farmer dug up the land for planting I usally walked through the freshly dug up ground and found broken crockery from Roman times. Sometimes even other things, e.g. fossils. It interested me much how they were living and we had in the neighbouring city a museum you could bring things and they told you what it was and how old (for free). We had a TV but we were hardly allowed to watch it. My two older children grew up without TV or any other modern entertainments. I made the toys for them myself and I think they are a bit different to my third child (even thou each child is different) which grew up with TV, gameboy (her first word was boyboy for gameboy)!
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Post by OasisNZ on Oct 24, 2006 19:54:13 GMT 12
Interesting post ivyplus, from my unbiased (LOL) observation, I do believe the former two had the "better" upbringing, personally I think we (as a species) need to get "back to nature", pretty ironic that I can sit here on a modern 'puter and spiel such nonsense, but there you, the hypocrasies we have to live with in todays world! boyboy, awwwwwwwe, that is sooooo cute
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Post by OasisNZ on Oct 24, 2006 19:58:42 GMT 12
My positive memory of childhood. Catching eels up the Ngawhatu creek so long their tails would drag on the ground when you carried them home on the end of your spear slung over your shoulder
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Post by ivyplus on Oct 24, 2006 19:59:20 GMT 12
Interesting post ivyplus, from my unbiased (LOL) observation, I do believe the former two had the "better" upbringing, personally I think we (as a species) need to get "back to nature", pretty ironic that I can sit here on a modern 'puter and spiel such nonsense, but there you, the hypocrasies we have to live with in todays world! boyboy, awwwwwwwe, that is sooooo cute I know in some ways I am a hypocrite and I think everyone is to some degree. I dislike some modern equipment and love nature. But I have to work with modern equipment for my living and even I dislike it I really really love my work I do!!!
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Post by dea on Dec 6, 2006 21:37:37 GMT 12
Well, i thought it would be valid to add a response to this post as i am one of the two older children. Yes, we didnt have all the modern tech in early childhood(not that i remember), did i really need them? I had a great time, going to the forest lighting fires!!! oooooooooops ! When i have children i plan to restrict TV and do pleanty of hands on as i see this as very important. But then you do need to appreciate that modern tech does have its place, but it needs to be controlled, i think it is important for children to learn how to use a computer, but not to spend hours and hours on them day after day. I have a friend which comes to college with me and she never really learnt how use a computer, she struggles at times as it takes her so much longer, but this is college requirement. Anyway, yes childhood was good, parents/extended family need to spend quality time with their children and explore the natural environment, so dr. dea will end with "Spend quality time with your family, no matter what age!"
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Post by misilon1 on Jun 9, 2007 14:10:14 GMT 12
My grandfather had a favourite peach tree,..no one was allowed to touch the fruit on it till he said, he alone picked the fruit or supervised the pickin and give us one each ,..it was a treat,.. we had lots of fruit trees but this one was a sacred tree it was special,….as u would have it The grown ups went to town just me and my older brother and sister home I was 8, he was 12, she was almost 17,.. He bossed and bullied me till I went crazy,.. I rebelled big time,.. I ran,..was a good runner ,..not anymoe ,..he gave chase ,…he couldn’t climb trees I up to the top of the sacred tree,..I was a gun climber,..still am,,. he threw stones at me I threw the sacred fruit at him which drove him crazier,…I was a good shot,... still am I sat there singing up a storm,..I could sing ,..still can the neighbours waved and I waved back ,…ugh! Then the unthinkable happened,…. he had the axe he started chopping … {“Help help he gonna chop the tree down” ,..and then along came Jones,..im my dreams,/}…,chop chop blah blah and down the tree came I was sure I was gonna die, but it landed in such a way I was still sitting upright my fall cushioned by the rest of the branches,..oooh who was gonna tell the story ?,.not me,. I ran away from home, and stayed down the river till dark,.snuck home in the dark, and I could hear my grandfathers voice call to me into the darkness, telling me to come home ,.we lived way out in the country ,..he was crying ,. I knew Ill be ok,..phew,..he got himself another favourite tree ,..it only grew 5 fruit and they were huge
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Post by macker on Jun 9, 2007 16:05:03 GMT 12
LOL misi, awesome story! Hey, ya gun climber you, did the brother get his ass tanned?
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Post by luxuryflake on Jun 9, 2007 16:49:24 GMT 12
Awww misi haven't read that one before, its a story about taonga isn't it? Your koro's taonga was you.
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Post by misilon1 on Jun 9, 2007 17:39:44 GMT 12
hhey hello yeah had told this story before,...lux what a lovely way to put it but yes ko ahau tonu tana tino mokopuna thank you ,..
mads I can still climb where it matters ,..hehe!!
my brother got a boot up the bum cos my sister told the story,..
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Post by tormore on Jun 9, 2007 18:26:20 GMT 12
Mine was shit, my kids is better.........
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Post by snooka on Jun 9, 2007 18:37:14 GMT 12
Mine was mixed... Because of my Dads Job we moved every couple of years...
So I have been from Broadwood to Queenstown in a short number of years... Several suburbs around Wellington in the early years... 9 different schools...
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Post by ladypenelope on Jun 9, 2007 18:38:31 GMT 12
I love that story Misi No matter what we think of progress, we can't halt it. Trying to achieve a happy balance would be great. I had a wonderful childhood growing up in Colonial Kenya. My father was a Prison Officer and my Mother was a Secretary to the Minister of Education. We had the best of both worlds........... lots of outdoor activities and........... one of the first TV's in Nairobi. I still have very fond memories of Gunsmoke and Rawhide ......all in black and white. I lost my Mother when I was 16 ........... and I have been looking after myself since then
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Post by snooka on Jun 9, 2007 18:44:36 GMT 12
And because of moving all the time I never really made friends with any - one... Never in 1 town long enough... However I have aquantiences all over the country that I can call on at anytime... ** edited typo**
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Post by meandog on Jun 9, 2007 19:23:10 GMT 12
I can recall way back when refrigerators had only just come on the market. My parents had a very large meat safe,that was used to keep food chilled. Well between my sister and myself we decided we wanted a trolley. So the meat safe had to go, and we demolished it to build this trolley. I can not recall the finer points except my foul tempered father worked night shift. So sis and myself hid under the kitchen table in the morning before school. I can remember trying to work out which would be the best clothing to wear for this beating, would it be better to stay in my pajamas and cover my legs or dressed for school and hope the leather strap connected the arse only. Well I ended up being sent to school with cuts on my legs that showed the gapping flesh. Never tried that again, but the parents got a fridge, He would be locked up if that happened to a kid today. I had no time for him and in fact stayed away from his funeral,as I don't think I would have been able to control my anger. That was only one of many beatings I received,so I do have a hang up over beating kids, but a slap yes if required.
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Post by luxuryflake on Jun 9, 2007 20:17:52 GMT 12
I had a wonderful childhood spent most of our time in the outdoors, my Grandparents had beach house on the Kaipara, and we spent all our holidays together as a big extended family, even cats, dogs and chickens came on our holidays with grandparents, parents, aunties uncles and cousins, we had the forest behind us and the beach in front of us, we swam in and out with the tide, had fresh fruit off the trees and freah fish from the ocean so we were pretty healthy kids. When we were at home, my parents worked hard to raise us well, my father was strict to the point that I didn't really have a great relationship with him but I understand now his reasons for being that way. I love my Mum so very much and I loved both my grandmothers dearly. I have Aunties who still look after me and give me advice when I need it. I have very very happy childhood memories.
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Post by misilon1 on Jun 9, 2007 20:20:53 GMT 12
there are stories and there are stories, good and not so good, the one Itold at the top was a good one, and Ive lots of those, even bad stories that were actually good stories, depending on who reads them ,...and how its told,...so watch this space ,...
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Post by misilon1 on Jun 9, 2007 20:44:37 GMT 12
all the kids climbed the trees at twilight time ,... it was like a half a mile long driveway from the entrance off the main road to the top of the hill,.... pine trees lined the roadway all the way to the top of the hill, us kids had our own pinetree each no one else was allowed on ur tree,. twenty houses along the driveway which was a driveway for the horses as well ,... when ever someone came thru the entrance to the driveway before they even got past the 6th tree, the news had already reached the top of the hill who was coming haha!,..
it was the time everyone knew to get ur messages to whoever along the driveway we were the messengers,....it was brilliant,. .even gossip travelled that way,..nolthing got past us kids till dark,, then we all climbed down to go home ,..job well done ,...Ruatahuna ,..tuhoe country ,..
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Post by tismeagain on Jun 9, 2007 20:47:04 GMT 12
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Post by macker on Jun 9, 2007 20:52:38 GMT 12
lorry,
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Post by misilon1 on Jun 9, 2007 20:53:00 GMT 12
I can recall way back when refrigerators had only just come on the market. My parents had a very large meat safe,that was used to keep food chilled. Well between my sister and myself we decided we wanted a trolley. So the meat safe had to go, and we demolished it to build this trolley. I can not recall the finer points except my foul tempered father worked night shift. So sis and myself hid under the kitchen table in the morning before school. I can remember trying to work out which would be the best clothing to wear for this beating, would it be better to stay in my pajamas and cover my legs or dressed for school and hope the leather strap connected the arse only. Well I ended up being sent to school with cuts on my legs that showed the gapping flesh. Never tried that again, but the parents got a fridge, He would be locked up if that happened to a kid today. I had no time for him and in fact stayed away from his funeral,as I don't think I would have been able to control my anger. That was only one of many beatings I received,so I do have a hang up over beating kids, but a slap yes if required. do you ever wonder why they did that meandawg ,..surely they knew we would become adults one day to tell the story ,..sad eh!!
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