PeeBee (4th October 2018)
I remember being fascinated with the bread slicing machine at the bakery. Occasionally we would be lucky enough to see the baker toss freshly baked loaves into the loading chute. The smell of the cut bread was heavenly.
Last edited by mudnut; 4th October 2018 at 11:28 AM.
My advice is: not to follow my advice.
Yeti's Beast (26th January 2019)
I remember when they delivered milk and bread to your front door.
You just left the money in the letter box.
Born Free was number One ha ha ha
04 ST 3lt auto, not enough Mods to keep me happy, but getting there
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Shit 20 years ago the wife now and I sat up decorating our kitchen table in scribble
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My parent's couldn't afford sliced bread. Mum was bloody particular too - had to be sliced perfect - old high top loaves.... my job among many.
With reference to the fires at the moment, as teenagers we'd grab rakes, wet sacks, shovels and give what was then known as the "Bush Fire Brigade" a hand with preventitive backburns hauling hoses etc. Thought of it as good honest fun.
There was no fancy water bombers of high tech gear back then, just some old Bedfords and basic hand tools.
The trick was to prevent severe fires by patchwork burning on a regular basis, and keep fire trails open and maintained.
We realised that good preparation was the best way to defend against fires, with volunteers and a non-existant budget.
The idea was not to "fight" fires, but to create a situation where there was multiple levels of defensive preparation against fire harming buildings and people.
Seemed to work pretty well back then. Fires were generally in the grassy low shrub of the forest floor. When older, we'd go for a drive out around the bush tracks when there was a bushfire for a sticky beak and see if anyone needed a hand.
Dad taught us about driving downhill through a firefront, rather than trying to outrun it.
Drove through a few fire fronts without issue or even much fear, but they weren't crown fires.
Never saw a crown fire in person, only on TV in last 20 years when the forest floor became overgrown.
Forest floor when I was a kid was Kangaroo grass, burrawong, bracken, and a few little shrubs - could walk through like a park.
But that was when it was managed by Forestry and cattle lease.
Once Phil Coperburg and NPWS took over it all went to neglect and ruin.
Then again - I'm a "boomer" - apparently we know nothing and it's all different now.
Last edited by Arfa Brayne; 4th January 2020 at 08:17 PM.
"Can't" is a dirty 4 letter word.
Best way to deal with a "Can't" is to chop off the "t" and brew it in boiled water for a few minutes.
Sip on the "t", and consider what you've got left to work with
Agreed AB Mate!
Good Hard Yakka memories as a kid too as late as the early 80’s having to travel with Dad further out of our ‘Green Wedge’ just started then I believe to the likes of outlying Toolangi regions down here.
Tracks were maintained up there, many family Valiant station wagons doing the same daily throughout spring ready for their home fires next winters!
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Arfa Brayne (4th January 2020)
Bush used to be so open and clear under the gums, that I'd chase roos and wallabies riding my push bike (single speed 28" with backpedal brakes) across the forest floor.
Same bush today you couldn't even walk through it's so choked with weeds and undergrowth.
"Can't" is a dirty 4 letter word.
Best way to deal with a "Can't" is to chop off the "t" and brew it in boiled water for a few minutes.
Sip on the "t", and consider what you've got left to work with
MB (6th January 2020)