In the early eighties I lived in Gover St North Adelaide right under the flight path, around the five mile point for RW23 (1500ft on the ILS). Never bothered me the slightest, in fact, when outside I enjoyed seeing who was going over. On dead still days with no wind the occasional vortex rotor would descend onto my washing line making a strange whooshing sound that would flip my undies about. A bit of rough justice I suppose, being an airline pilot and having ones underwear spun around by jet wash.
When Melbourne's Tullamarine opened it was in the middle of nowhere. Now look at all the houses under the 27 ILS. Not to mention, todays jets sound like anaemic lawn mowers compared to the old F28 and 727. Those beautiful aeroplanes would shake the earth.