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I remember when I ???????
Bloody Hell what is this thread about ?
I bloody knew it lol
BUMP - some good reading here for some of the newer members.
when I was a boy I'm sure there weren't as many murders as there are today.
Seems to be two every week lately.
When I was young... The whole streets' worth of kids would play outside till dark... not any more. Homes, even cars weren't locked up like a fort knox back then. Nobody gave a fark what color or religion somebody was. Things have changed in so many ways now... mostly for worse unfortunately.
Sometimes I wonder what sort of world my little son will be growing up in, or even when hes up on his own feet and has his own kids.
When I was a Boy
We had no Electricity in our House
We had a Chip Heater to heat the Water for a Bath
Our Telephone was on a Party Line and everbody on that Line could listen in
We used to earn more money in a Weekend Rabbiting than Dad earnt in a Week
The Test Cricket was broadcast via Cables from England and the sound of the Bat was made by hitting a Coconut with a Pencil. True
We used to buy Sugar and Flour in Bulk
We grew all of our own vegetables and slaughtered our own Sheep.
Chicken was so expensive that we only had it at Christmas
When Power eventually arrived the Power Cable was run down the outside of the walls internally in Conduit.
I learnt to drive at an early Age in a Willeys Jeep on the Farm. (Had to stand up to Drive it)
I remember Queen Elizabeth coming to Bendigo in 1956 (I was 14 Years old)
I earnt 11 Pounds ($22) a fortnight in my first job in the Commercial Banking Company of Sydney Ltd (Does not exist anymore)
My duties among other things were to split the Wood for the Fire in the Bank, Fill the Inkwells (No Biro's)
I started in the Bank when I was 14 Years old and within 12 months was transferred to Bairnsdale which was over 200 miles from Home
That's why I thought I'd bump this thread, in our old age we can re-read this and it will be like a whole new story to us.
Bob did you run into a bloke called Moses, had a big boat,
and I mean big probably 30 cubits by 50 cubits by 120 cubits . lol
I know you'll see me on the weekend , young up start eh
And yes you could have a "gay Time" years ago then about 15c each I think
went well with Polly Waffles in the swimming pool
I remember when I was a boy..every guy fawks dad used to give us extra chores around the property so we had extra pocket money to buy fireworks with..then we all went in and got them together,came home and built the guy and bonfire..ready for the night
Found the thread for ya, TD
When i was a boy, Dad was the depot manager for Shell Co. in Moora, 200k north of Perth. The depot was next to the creek, across the road from the Mobil depot. Every couple of years the creek would flood and full and empty drums would float off around the town. When it settled down, my Dad and the Mobil manager would drive around collecting all the drums. When they had finished they would park next to each other in the main street and have a drum swap meet and count.
I remember you had to have a licence to own a TV, some were coin operated with a timer. lol
I remember when I was pain free and bulletproof, now just a pathetic excuse for a human being lol
I remember the 70's when I shopped in a place called "The In Shop", and came out looking like one of the Village People, and I thought I looked cool.
Bugger licences, you only needed a black and white photocopier to make $100 bills.
Sarge (police seargent) knew everyone in town anyway - so a forged licence was useless. Still remember doing the licence test with Sarge - had me drive down to the bakery for morning tea (just wait here son - be back in a minute) filled out the licence on the way back to the station. Only comment he had was 'ya know you don't have to double clutch these newer cars ? '
Does anyone remember "hypnotizing chooks" ? Hold them on their back and stroke the breast bone - cousin held the record at 11 chooks all out cold.
or the old trick with a lump of fat and length of string in the duck yard? See how many ducks you could get in a row while cleaning the bunnies from the morning ferreting.
Same cousin invented "calf skiing" - wet morning grass & a pair of bald blunnies. Grab a poddy calf by the nutsak and hang on for grim death. Greatest risk of injury was to the spectators from rupturing a spleen laughing.
Messing around in the workshop with oxy-acetylene bombs and getting roasted for using up all dad's gas.
Duels with home made blow guns shooting 3" nails with a paper cone tail, and extracting the nails from your legs.
Getting a flogging for hurting yourself.
Getting a flogging because your brother hurt himself.
Getting the cane in primary school for not crossing T's
Having punch ups over the price of tadpoles
Getting in fights because one of your mates was a "wog"
Fixing bike tyres with contact glue and electrical tape.
Being able to shoot a blowfly with a postie rubber band from 3 yards
Shooting at everything with a shanghai and pretending you actually hit something
Tying a live blowfly to the hair of the principal's daughter who sat in front of you at primary school (and getting caned for it)
Watching your mate dip the braided hair of the same girl (she was a stuck up little .....) in an inkwell and watching the ink wick up it.(he got suspended)
Jumping pushbikes off the wharf (with floats tied to them and a rope)
Roofing iron canoes with a dozen packs of chewing gum patching all the nail holes
Sherbet bombs, big charlie, footy cards, sunnyboys, pinball machines and sharing a bag of hotchips/vinegar with the end ripped out.
Bikes without gears or brakes. No helmets, no shoes, loose cotter pins and buckled rims.
Homemade bows and arrows
BIllycarts with scavenged wheels and a million 2nd hand fence nails (had one with cast iron wheels on the front - wouldn't steer for peanuts but it took out a water meter pretty good - got flogged for that one too)
Cow sh!t fights
Field mushrooms.
All good fun - without vandalism, big money, or electronic screens.
Yeah i remember going down to the dam at the end of our street to catch yabbies and hypnotizing them and lining them up in formation.
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oh some wonderful memories on here..........
I remember the Black and White TV - Test Patten after 11.00pm
my Father going to Vietnam in '67
driving across the Nullarbor Xmas '68 - was just a dirt road...............
watching the first man on the moon (apparently it did not happen according to some conspiracy theorist )
Royal Easter Show in 1969 - as a treat because we were going to PNG for 2 years (used to be called while we were there "Territory Of Papua and New Guinea" TPNG)
I remember the 25th anniversary of the ending of the War in the Pacific at a monument they built near Wewak (where we lived for 2 years)
driving across the Nullarbor in '75 - still a dirt road
in the 70's, I remember Number 96 with Abigail............
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The smell of the kitchen.
Wood stove, blackberry pie or a roast in the oven, green tomato pickles or preserves burbling on the top, fresh kero/wax polish on the lino.
Way better than the smell of plucking a chook or gutting a sheep.
21st July 1969 - streets deserted like an abandoned town, everything stopped and silent - every living soul gathered around the nearest black and white telly with halted breath, to see man set foot on the moon.
Bringing more back from the tip than you took there.
Taking 10 minutes to pick up the newspaper and the rest of the morning to get home (talking to everyone else picking up the paper)
Trying to give away chokos or lemons .
Mulberry fights, (or lillypilly fights) and trying to get out the stains before you got home.
Night Drifting (donuts) at the quarry in Kingswoods and Falcons shooting fireworks at each other out the windows.
Lobbing rows of tom thumbs over the wall of the open air theatre, or sneaking onto the roof of the projectionists hut for a free show (or dousing with the fire hose if you were caught)
I think this meme is appropriate here.
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You all must remember that TV turned off over night after "Epilogue"
and re started in the morning. staying up watching the test pattern was not fun
We used to go as a family to Heildelberg park[end of Bell st]
to collect bags and bags of quinces and billies full of black berries
Quince jelly oh yeah
Mum would preserve fruit all the time. Peach, apricot, necterine
you name it.
I think a dying art these days, I fear
@Plasnart dont forget the penny on the train tracks you could squish one of those suckers to nearly 4" long lol
I remember when I was young
the world had just begun
and I was.....happy!
Chain!
God I miss decent NEW music!
You worked me so hard my back is broke... we're moaning lol
Oh yeah Matt Taylor, then you had Maxy Merrit, Doug Parkinson in Focus.
Jeff Duff , Loaded Dice oh yeah and many many more
Saw alot of these early Aussie bands in a Venue in Melb called "Thumping Tums"
Some of the TV shows like Homicide , Combat, Munsters, Addams Family
Division 4, The Liberace show, Sing along with Mitch, In Melbourne Tonight.
nah memory fade thats all Ive got
The Mavis Bramston show - still some of the funniest material ever on TV.
I wasnt allowed to watch the Mavis branston Show abit too blue
My names McGoolly whats yours, Steptoe and son, On the Buses
@bazzaboy IMT was a favourite thats for sure.
We used to watch Hey Hey its Saturday when it was on in the Morning
very tongue in cheek comments back then
Remember these?
'I remember when I was a Boy' will take on a whole new meaning in Victoria shortly.
When I was a boy, I had more hair. But now I have more head and that`s what I need.
@bazzaboy ah the old spud gun winner every time
Steve Vizard was much much later still funny as cant beat Graeme Kennedy
like full frontal, fast forward, classics.
who didnt have a crystal set, first heard "lola" by the Kinks it was so good ATT
they played it 3 times in a row on 3XY lol
I had to share the bath water, uugghhhhhhhhhh
Late Edit::: Hey "I can remember when I was a boy" Ha Ha
gotta be a good thing yes lol lol
You had a bath? We had to stand naked in the rain.
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Back to reality, My childhood is filled with memories of my father. He used to take me with him when he "did the rounds" from Moora to all the farmers and stations in the area. He always knew where to drive off a road into the bush and find a clearing where we could have lunch. I found out later that many of these places were in fact wartime aerodromes, just there in case Australia was invaded. During the war Dad was in an army division called BIPOD, which was Bulk Issue Petrol Oil Division, although Dad called it Bloody Idiots Pushing Oil Drums. These blokes were virtually unknown, but they established oil and fuel reserves around Australia and maintained and moved them from time to time so that if we were invaded the Army would have stock of fuel and oil to mount a defence. This experience possibly planted the seed for me to want to tour Australia and go off road.