BRUCE DEVEREAUX

Ten Things That Were Different In My Father’s Day

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Ten Things That Were Different In My Father’s Day

BIRTH

When I was born my dad wasn’t allowed in the birthing suite. He took this a step further and left the hospital.

NAPPIES

Apparently, in the sixties, nappies couldn’t be changed by men. My mother went into hospital to have her tonsils out when I was five, my sister was three and my brother was one. Dad didn’t change a single nappy all week. He’d walk my siblings next door so our neighbour lady could deal with it.

DRINKING

Mum wasn’t allowed into the pub. Dad would bring her out a lemonade while she sat in the car. He was a responsible drinker too.  Drink driving was firmly frowned upon so Dad always made sure he took the back streets.

KIDS

I did what I was told. My kids, not so much.

WIVES

Wives did what they were told…..yeah, I’m not so sure about this one. My mum might have appeared to do what Dad suggested but I’m pretty sure he was only suggesting what she suggested, if you know what I mean. My wife? Don’t even ask. Sometimes she does the opposite of what I suggest, even if it was her suggestion originally, just to show me who’s boss.Ten Things That Were Different in my Father's Day

DENTISTS

Dad’s always been a stickler for regular check ups. Every twenty years, whether he needs it or not, he gets a check up. When I was fourteen he sent me for a check up. The dentist took one look at my surname and burst out in hysterics. Seems my father was the only patient he’d ever had to bring in an anaesthetist for a few simple fillings. I did ask if this was still an option but it wasn’t.

FOOD

My Nanna had seven meals she’d work her way through every week. If it was Sunday, you ate roast. If it was Monday, you had cold cuts from Sunday. Visitors tended to avoid Monday. My Mum, on the other hand, was cutting edge. She was cooking spag bol back when you went out for that kind of fancy schmancy food.

FASHION

I’ve seen the family photo albums and I’m convinced there wasn’t any. In my father’s hay day everyone in Australia wore the exact same clothes and that’s not fashion, that’s communism. When the seventies arrived and people discovered the colour wheel, my Mum dyed all Dad’s white shirts rather than buy new ones. He even had a pink one – that was the seventies equivalent of  a metro-sexual.

ROAD RULES

Back when Dad learned to drive you didn’t need things like indicators or an understanding of how stop signs work. My Dad is very nostalgic and to this day Dad still drives like it’s the sixties.

GENDER SPECIFIC ROLES

Dad worked hard while Mum only had to clean the house. Or that’s how he saw it. What actually happened was Dad went to work and Mum stayed home and cooked, washed, shopped, mopped, vacuumed, swept, helped with homework, mowed, weeded and did all those other irksome little woman’s duties. Dad was so good at his work some of it could even be done while drinking beer: none of Mum’s was. Dad has finished his work and retired now. Mum isn’t as efficient and so hasn’t stopped yet.

 

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Bruce Devereaux

Bruce started his blog because friends and family kept wanting to know how he managed to feed and clothe such a large family while still having fun an...Read Mored being able to afford holidays and beer. He had no idea, but thought if he started writing things down some sort of pattern might emerge. When not at work Bruce enjoys reading, writing, hiding from his children and not changing nappies. He's recently taken up the cycling challenge with a view to surviving long enough to see all his kids out the door so he can finally sleep in. Check him out at http://www.bigfamilylittleincome.com/ Read Less

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