When asked what period in time would I travel back to, mine would have to be the forties. I suppose it stems from my nan's time when she was a young woman. She would often recall tales of times gone by, but by no means with the rose-tinted glasses. She would tell of the hardships endured during the first half of the decade of war torn Britain and how the phrases 'make do and mend' and 'dig for victory' were instilled into people's way of thinking. Yet despite such atrocities happening worldwide, one thing she did remember with fondness was the sense of community there was among everyone.
Now, I don't want to go as far as being called upon should someone die and be expected to lay out the dead (as neighbours often did with her) but the thought of helping one another in difficult times is something I wish was more noticable in our society. That is why I have made a conscious effort to try and help somebody in my community at least once a week. I'm not talking about rushing into a burning building to save someone's pet budgerigar (although you never can tell until faced with the situation). No, I'm talking about the little things, perhaps even the un-noticable. Recycling. More to the point, recycling that benefits the community. Everybody recycles newspapers. We don't often give it a second thought to put it out on recycling day. It's become a way of life. But then while out walking the other week I passed my local community centre. This centre provides excellent facilities and affords opportunities and activities for everyone to participate in, myself included. I still have a wooden spoon I engraved when I went to the summer playscheme 23 years ago not to mention the countless first aid, language and computer classes I have attended. I noticed outside a big recycling green paperbank, the ones that are normally seen on supermarket carparks. The money raised from would go directly to the centre.
So a couple of times of week I take whatever papers, junk mail and pizza delivery leaflets to this paperbank. It's 2 minutes from where I live, gives me a chance to walk the dog and is a way to say thank you in my own way for the fantastic service the community centre has provided and continues to provide to everyone.
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ReplyDeleteI tink more and more people are going back to the make do and mend culture.Im sure this country wouldnt be in half the state it is in if we lived like our forbears(is that correct) did .My generation,me included took advantage of the easy to find credit etc now we have spoilt it for our children.I for one want that simpler life.Fantastic idea about the recycling i have only ever seen clothes banks that do designated charity.x
My mother often referrs to war time savings like brown paper & string from parcels - neatly folded paper & string rolled up ready for reuse. Mum still does it and I do it too ! Her mother was way ahead of her time and could create new things from old with great ease.
ReplyDeleteWe have a fantastic community centre and I agree with you about doing little things.
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ReplyDeleteIf we all lived like our grannies, then the planet wouldn't be in such a mess xxx Love Froogs xxx
ReplyDeleteGood on you for recycling to benefit others.
ReplyDeleteYou are quite right. Community spirit has gone. I can not see any trace of it in my neighbourhood. I lived here over 20 years now and nothing has changed. People do not generally help each other anymore. My neighbour and myself are the exception in our area. We spend most Friday lunchtime sharing a meal at my home and we do help each other whenever possible. We try to lead by example but sofar nobody else around us has wanted to join in. It`s truely sad and a sorry state of affairs for our society at large.
Community events are poorly attended and the Community hall is never fully booked out for events, just because there is no true community spirit to support anything. I, too wish I could go back to the good old days, where neighbours had time for each other, would chat over the garden fences and were interested in your plight.