The past is a different country. They do things differently there.

[KathMc]

Or just by not responding to the email. Delete it without going into Rootschat and it won't come up again.

[JAP]

Hi ricky1,
Very nice picture but I fear that my computers are more delicate than my head - so I'll spare them and keep on hitting my head if ever I again succumb to temptation 

Hi dollylee,
Being an organized sort of soul, I like to clean out my 'new replies to your posts' - too annoying to leave some there and keep thinking I actually have 'new replies' that I don't know about when they're just the same old, same old    And, as I explained, I yielded to temptation in replying (reminds me of an old hymn from my childhood which started "Yield not to temptation ...").

Hi Lynn H and KathMc,
It's not the email notifications - I have them permanently turned off.  Just the appearance in 'new replies' of replies to a post where I have (oh so stupidly) yielded to temptation and responded on an essentially (some may disagree) non-genealogical thread.

Nobody's fault at all but my own!

Cheers,

JAP

[KathMc]

JAP,

I do get it. The genealogy bit takes up so much of my time and then I do get sucked in to the other sometimes. 

Kath

[indiapaleale]

However, I smiled as I was reminded me of an old  television sketch that I saw repeated fairly recently, where a group of people sat round desperately trying to outdo each other with increasingly desperate tales of their supposed deprived childhoods.

I think this is it!...it's hilarious!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QsWd5QC7K5E&feature=related

Indi 

[kerryb]

Well, I didn't drink mine - used to swap it for an apple 

Sometimes they brought orange juice in those 1/3 pt bottles as well - now that was good 

Hi Gadget

I used to prefer the 1/3 pt bottle of milk, used to be my job to collect the milk from the school gate and put it on the milk cart , and delivery to the two class rooms

That reminds me Ricky my grandfather used to own a dairy and delivered milk to the surrouinding villages, when I was a toddler apparently I used to ride on the milk float with him. 

Somewhere my parents have a wonderful photo of me on a small milk cart whizzing down a hill.  I must get them to dig it out.  I was about 2 years old.  Apparently I hit the gate at the bottom.  A  case of dad being so busy taking the photo he didn't think to stop me!!!!

In the dairy my gran had the job daily of washing the milk bottles, I don't suppose they were sterilized in those days.  Next to the big sink there was a low down sink, not sure what for but apparently I used to wash milk bottles in there, while granny was washing in the big sink.  I hope I didn't cause anyone any sickness!!!!!!!

Kerry

[ricky1]

Kerry

Can remember the old milk float, local co-op used to deliver around the villages where I lived . Used to be horse and cart, then a 3 wheeled milk float. Me grandma lived out in the sticks beside a railway crossing, as me granddad was a crossing keeper. they used to buy that long necked bottle milk, think it was sterilized milk, horrible stuff when mixed with Camp Coffee Hope you can find the photo

ricky

[Subaru]

I used to ride around with my dad in his dumper (he was a builder - retired now).  I actually sat in the bucket part while it thundered up and down the road on the site.  We lived on the building site, and I was always dressed in a pair of wellies and an anorak.  I was a real tomboy.

I can just see health and safety letting me do that nowadays (I might be a bit big now like )

Rosemary

[trish251]

I used to ride around with my dad in his dumper (he was a builder - retired now).  I actually sat in the bucket part while it thundered up and down the road on the site.  We lived on the building site, and I was always dressed in a pair of wellies and an anorak.  I was a real tomboy.

I can just see health and safety letting me do that nowadays (I might be a bit big now like )

Rosemary

Life was fun before Health and Safety, insurance & suing(spell?) folks became all the rage. My grandfather had a flat tray old truck - sides maybe 8 inches high. I remember my Dad driving it to the sunday school picnic (about 10 miles from home) with 20 or more of us on the back! As far as I remember we all survived the trip 

Trish

[KathMc]

Trish,

That's how we would all get home from birthday parties. The parents would see how many kids they could squeeze into their station wagons. 

Kath