I grew up in the Seventies. In some ways,
it’s a miracle any of my generation are still here. Puffing on fags was widespread and
no-one had any namby-pamby ideas about protecting children from second-hand
smoke. Seat belts were a rather louche extra feature and our playgrounds featured
high, steep slides, witch’s hat roundabouts that offered an exciting
opportunity to injure yourself and of course hard concrete on which to fall.
Apart from a huge graze on my leg from being dragged round by the roundabout on
concrete and a few bruises from falling off swings, I emerged relatively
unscathed from my Playground Years. If you had any sense, you hung on tight!
That said, there was lots of good stuff
around too. Drinks mostly came in glass containers which you took back to the
shop and got money for. You could buy quite a lot with a penny at the sweet
shop. Helicopter parenting was several generations in the future, so we all
wandered around or went off on our bikes without anyone worrying about it. We
lived by various government campaigns designed to keep us alive in spite of our
surroundings.
The Tufty Club was big news, teaching us
all road safety. “Never Go With Strangers” (made in 1971) was shown in the
school hall. With a selection of dodgy facial hair, weird hats and smoked glasses, the
actors in the film did a good job of making sure none of us fell for that old chestnut, “Come
and see my puppies." The film makers even included some scenes in a
Seventies playground, witch’s hat and all. Click here to go back in time. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EEjnmhBJA1w
The Keep Britain Tidy campaign was also
dinned into our heads. To this day, I cannot let rubbish fall out of my car, my
handbag or anywhere else without running to pick it up. It was one of those
things you just didn’t do, along with going with strangers and running out into
the road. So, here is the question for this week, and it’s a genuine one.
Please feel free to reply. When did it become acceptable to drop rubbish instead
of putting it in the bin? I’ve witnessed so many people driving along, opening
their car window and hurling their rubbish out. Why? Why would you do this? I
simply don’t understand. Where do they think it’s going to go?
I’m writing this on Saturday 29th
February, a wet, grey, rainy day in Suffolk. What inspired me? A post by a friend
on Facebook. You can see it on my page. A wonderful chap, Jason Alexander, has become
a local hero with his social enterprise, Rubbish Walks. He doesn’t have to go
out in the wind and the rain picking up other people’s cigarette butts and
crisp packets, but he does just the same. The picture that inspired this blog
was of him and his team, young and old, outside a shop in St Peter’s Street,
Ipswich. It’s pouring, but they’re all out with their rubbish sacks picking up
stuff that other people decided to drop. You can see Jason in action below with a staggering number of cigarette butts. He picked all those up with his hands. Imagine that.
Smoke if you must. Eat fast food in the
car if that’s your thing. But please don’t drop the evidence on the ground, or
hurl it out of your car window. It’s bad for the environment, it’s deeply disrespectful
and it’s not fair that people like Jason should have to give up so much of
their time cleaning up after you.
My generation were exposed to so much
anti-litter publicity that I think we got the impression that dropping a
sweetie wrapper was punishable by death. Granted, fast food was limited to
Findus Crispy pancakes and the odd Wimpy, and there just wasn’t so much “stuff”
around. There’s absolutely no excuse, though, for dropping litter. Let’s give Jason
and his team a break.
Loved this Ruth. It really took me back. I was born in the decade before you but clearly remember the Tufty Club, Keep Britain Tidy and the freedom with which we could roam in the fields and up the hill near Cheltenham until dusk without pesky grown ups keeping tabs on us. Thanks for the memories!
ReplyDeleteI was born in 1966, but the 70s were the childhood years, really. My husband is my first reader when I'm drafting a blog and we watched those public information films on YouTube, taking us right back. Memories indeed!
ReplyDeleteAh, you are older than you look! I was a 1962 baby and the 70s were indeed the playground in which we all flourished and lumbered about in our dungarees and cowboy boots. What larks eh? :)
DeleteI am. Considerably. Parkas, home-made clothes, horrible matching dresses (my poor sister had to wear mine as well as hers) and those strange hand-knitted balaclavas which many wore in the winter. Larks indeed! And sweetie cigarettes. Remember those? Mum bribed us with a packet when she dragged us to the freezer centre.
ReplyDeleteHaha! Yes, remember them well. Re balaclavas, do you remember that hilarious jingle from Swap Shop or Tiswas or something? - "Wear a bright one, look a right one - bal-a-clava" What a great little 70s-fest your post has turned out to be. Now must actually get on with some writing. Although this counts. Clearly.
DeleteI remember the old joke about Windscale Flakes (ReadyBrek) makes your kids glow in the dark! Of course this counts. Am also writing, wrestling with a top ten tips blog.
ReplyDeleteWe now live in a throw-away society where recycling is now something just parents do. When I walk the pooch in the morning I aim to pick up at least 10 items of litter and also the occasional dog dirt that some lazy person has left.
ReplyDeleteHave I become old?
Yes. Old but socially responsible. Well done you!
ReplyDeleteI've just time-travelled! :)
ReplyDeleteNick and I watched the 1971 public information film on stranger danger and then the 1981. There's an article in that. The prescriptive, posh narrator gives way to a much more relatable voice and they make an attempt to be techie with Space Invaders. A salutory watch.
ReplyDelete