The 1920’s.

[mickd1961]

You know when you’re on a website etc and you have to select your year of birth.......have you started to notice how long it now takes you to scroll back to find your year?

This got me to thinking.

There’s not many left on the planet that require scrolling back to the 1920’s.

Soon, those with a 1920’s start date will all be confined to history.

Even the 1930’s starters are starting to thin out in a major way.

Food for thought for many on here who come from the following decade.

Enjoy your evening.

[soulman101]

HI ,my Mom and Dad were born in 1921.Dad lived 78y and Mom was just shy of 94.
My Grandad was born in 1886, hard to imagine knowing someone from the 1800s

[Omegstrat6]

Done quite a bit of research (well, my brother did most of it!) into my own family tree and plenty of old livers in there, even amongst those who lived harsh lives as impoverished rural labourers or Black Country chainmakers. But Mick is right, it's a sobering thought isn't it this getting old lark? Growing up, I knew several veterans of the Great War but these days hard to find any who served in the Second.

[kettering_baggie]

Let’s hope we don’t live to see the third!

As for age, my mother lived to 93 and her sister to 105!

[mickd1961]

Let’s hope we don’t live to see the third!

As for age, my mother lived to 93 and her sister to 105!

FFS.....with your gene pool it’s obvious we’ll still be seeing you posting in 2050 and beyond!

[kettering_baggie]

FFS.....with your gene pool it’s obvious we’ll still be seeing you posting in 2050 and beyond!

I don’t know about that, the way the World is heating up right now, I think that we will all be well cooked by 2050. Oh, and on my dad’s side, not so good, he passed away at 64!

[Dubbag]

Ketts will be pushing the tumble weed across the screen.....

[Joy_Division]

Done quite a bit of research (well, my brother did most of it!) into my own family tree and plenty of old livers in there, even amongst those who lived harsh lives as impoverished rural labourers or Black Country chainmakers. But Mick is right, it's a sobering thought isn't it this getting old lark? Growing up, I knew several veterans of the Great War but these days hard to find any who served in the Second.

I remember talking to an elderly man who lived next door to my nan. He fought in the First World War and was involved in the Second World War. He had been hit twice and lay under the wreckage of a cart in no-man's land for two days until he could be rescued and took back behind the front. I asked him if he ever actually got to see the enemy close up. He hesitated as he looked at me then he finally said: Oh yes, many times. Then he looked down and said: ''It's not a nice feeling having a man wriggling on the end of your rifle.''Yeez, what those guys had to deal with and then when it was finally all over come home and try and be normal again.

[Albionic68]

My grandparents lived into their late 80s and my parents lived until their early 80s. With this trend in mind I'll probably pop off sometime in my 70s.

Happy to have proved my sister wrong along the way though. She was utterly convinced I'd come to some sort of violent end before my 21st.

Probably wishful thinking on her part (so up hers the miserable mare bag) but then in hindsight I never thought I'd live long enough to see Birmingham City win a fkn trophy either 😊 .

[Omegstrat6]

I remember talking to an elderly man who lived next door to my nan. He fought in the First World War and was involved in the Second World War. He had been hit twice and lay under the wreckage of a cart in no-man's land for two days until he could be rescued and took back behind the front. I asked him if he ever actually got to see the enemy close up. He hesitated as he looked at me then he finally said: Oh yes, many times. Then he looked down and said: ''It's not a nice feeling having a man wriggling on the end of your rifle.''Yeez, what those guys had to deal with and then when it was finally all over come home and try and be normal again.

My better half tells of an elderly relative who had served in the Great War who came back a changed man who never spoke about his experiences and one day went into his garden shed and blew his head off with a shot gun. His was the "lost generation" in more than one sense. Growing up, one next door neighbour was a lovely bloke who had served in Burma and obviously seen horrendous things there fighting the Japanese but also never spoke of his time then. The "stiff upper lip" attitude of their generation and lack of acknowledgement and understanding around PTSD caused further suffering for many families.