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Very hard to find them these days. I may have one of the last ones in captivity.
Very hard to find them these days. I may have one of the last ones in captivity.
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Funnily enough, they have mechano clubs these days, a mate of mine who is a 50+ father of 6 year olds is a member.
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Yeah. We would dink on the bar (or slightly worse).
Nowadays, standing on shoulders ... and no brakes!?
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I was dinking in the bar at 14 but got busted for underage.
Summer time, grabbing a plank of wood and a bucket. We would lay the plank on a massive blackberry bush, walk up it to the middle and gorge ourselves on blackberries eventually filling the bucket as well so there would be enough for Nana to make a pie and some left over for our Wheetbix in the morning.
My first vehicle was a 1929 Whippet which bought in 1950...I drove out 4 times and got towed home three.
I paid 125 quid for it, I had to put a new battery in it and a universal replacement on the tail shaft.
I decided to sell it after all the trouble I had with it and put 125 quid on it.
A bloke came out, drove it around the block and said OK I'll take it but I'm going to take 5 quid off for that tyre because the tube was exposed through the worn tyre.
I paid 125 quid for it, I had to put a new battery in it and a universal replacement on the tail shaft.
I decided to sell it after all the trouble I had with it and put 125 quid on it.
A bloke came out, drove it around the block and said OK I'll take it but I'm going to take 5 quid off for that tyre because the tube was exposed through the worn tyre.
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I still have three original boxes of those in storage: Christmas gifts from between 1948 and 50.
Also a Marklin train set with a locomotive that had to be wound up and pulled two carriages around a track loop. That I have since donated to a toy museum.
I wonder how long today's Christmas presents will last? And coming to think of it, how big a storage hall today's families would need if they kept all their gifts for 60-70 years?
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WARNING...a long read.
Growing up it was just me, Mom and Dad. My only sibling came along when I was nearly eight.
I wished for no name clothes, most of mine were hand sewn by Mom on the pedal Singer or hand knitted or from the 2nd hand shop. I remember that everything we owned was 2nd hand and reused. That and being a 1st gen. Aussie made me realise that name calling and bullying were to be a daily occurrence and part of the norm.
I had to walk to school, begged and begged for a pushbike.
School milk every day at Recess time, three flavours to choose from, vanilla, strawberry or chocolate. 1/3 pint sized bottles is how I remember them. That and the foil that sealed the bottles, I remember we used to slowly push down and run our finger in a circle to form a dip in the lid until it would come away in one piece. Yummy cream on top too. In summer the milk smelled like vomit.
Bread was delivered by the baker in his horse drawn cart. One square and one roll loaf. Extra on the w/end.
We had a veggie garden, fig, almond, lemon, mandarin and orange trees. Tons of grape vines of course. Chooks and pigeons. The dunny cart came via our lane.
I remember we had an ice chest then the kero fridge. After the sewer was laid the electric fridge appeared.
I also remember using ink from the ink wells in the school desk but ink was phased out before I headed to high school.
How I dreamed of owning a "spud gun".
I was never given any pocket money but I soon learnt what "tapping" bottles meant and finally had a spud gun. Spud guns and playing 'alleys', usually 'knuckles down' for 'keepsies'.
Finally Dad bought me a 2nd hand, boys pushbike for me, a 24 incher, it was too big. He painted it red and black like my school colours, just a plain bike with only an internal back brake and no mud guards. From somewhere an old rusty bell was found for it.
I was usually in the top three in the test results of the yearly exams and two of the prizes I received, I still have, books called Tom Sawyer and The Skyscapper. Despite being "smart" I was made to repeat 6th class as I was deemed too young for high school. I wasn't the only one thankfully. Is there still a stigma around those whom repeated?
The 24" bike was beyond repair so he bought me another 2nd hand bike that was too big for me. We spent three months worth of w/ends stripping that bike down, sanding and painting. It had a back mud guard. Replacing the seat with a better 2nd hand one, the rusty chrome bits were painted silver, replacing cones and cotter pins, replacing broken spokes and the blown light globe. The bike had three internal gears in the back hub operated by a thumb lever and cable/chain gear changer. It had a dynamo in the front hub, it was a 26 incher. I had to use the front fence to help me mount the bike least it was a boys bike. The old bell went to the "new" bike.
That bike allowed me to expand my reach and I soon learnt how to use prickle proof tubes with two tyres to keep the three corner jacks out.
As I grew up Dad built two new houses in his spare time as in after work, w/ends and my school holidays. Guess what I did most of the time after school, w/ends and school holidays?
My fav time of year was the Xmas party at the Italian club. Brand new cheap presents, fabulous food and lots of care free fun.
Never did get a mechano, lego, slot car or train set nor was I allowed to play sport. "No money in sport." my Dad would say. I was quick to point out when Steve Waugh became the captain of the Aussie cricket team, Steve became a 'million dollar man'.
High school, yeay! Didn't get the 'royal flush'. Handball and all those new, different and exciting subjects. 2,000 plus students, talk about hormones. I felt a freedom for the very first time. I could soak up so much stuff and constantly fed my burning thirst for knowledge. I relished the thought of heading to university.
My first paid job was delivering the evening paper via the pushbike, I was 14 and it paid $20 a week. I smoked a lot of that away.
Unbeknown to me, when I left school on the last day of my Leaving Certificate year, Dad told me in no uncertain terms that I wasn't allowed to go on to 6th form/Yr12. I was told that I had to pay board and lodgings of $20 per week, starting the very next week.
I gave the paper run away and scored a job within a week or so labouring, building evaporative air coolers and off siding the plumber on installs. I worked Boxing Day and New Years day and in that new year, scored an apprenticeship as a plumber.
I moved out before I turned 18...
Growing up it was just me, Mom and Dad. My only sibling came along when I was nearly eight.
I wished for no name clothes, most of mine were hand sewn by Mom on the pedal Singer or hand knitted or from the 2nd hand shop. I remember that everything we owned was 2nd hand and reused. That and being a 1st gen. Aussie made me realise that name calling and bullying were to be a daily occurrence and part of the norm.
I had to walk to school, begged and begged for a pushbike.
School milk every day at Recess time, three flavours to choose from, vanilla, strawberry or chocolate. 1/3 pint sized bottles is how I remember them. That and the foil that sealed the bottles, I remember we used to slowly push down and run our finger in a circle to form a dip in the lid until it would come away in one piece. Yummy cream on top too. In summer the milk smelled like vomit.
Bread was delivered by the baker in his horse drawn cart. One square and one roll loaf. Extra on the w/end.
We had a veggie garden, fig, almond, lemon, mandarin and orange trees. Tons of grape vines of course. Chooks and pigeons. The dunny cart came via our lane.
I remember we had an ice chest then the kero fridge. After the sewer was laid the electric fridge appeared.
I also remember using ink from the ink wells in the school desk but ink was phased out before I headed to high school.
How I dreamed of owning a "spud gun".
I was never given any pocket money but I soon learnt what "tapping" bottles meant and finally had a spud gun. Spud guns and playing 'alleys', usually 'knuckles down' for 'keepsies'.
Finally Dad bought me a 2nd hand, boys pushbike for me, a 24 incher, it was too big. He painted it red and black like my school colours, just a plain bike with only an internal back brake and no mud guards. From somewhere an old rusty bell was found for it.
I was usually in the top three in the test results of the yearly exams and two of the prizes I received, I still have, books called Tom Sawyer and The Skyscapper. Despite being "smart" I was made to repeat 6th class as I was deemed too young for high school. I wasn't the only one thankfully. Is there still a stigma around those whom repeated?
The 24" bike was beyond repair so he bought me another 2nd hand bike that was too big for me. We spent three months worth of w/ends stripping that bike down, sanding and painting. It had a back mud guard. Replacing the seat with a better 2nd hand one, the rusty chrome bits were painted silver, replacing cones and cotter pins, replacing broken spokes and the blown light globe. The bike had three internal gears in the back hub operated by a thumb lever and cable/chain gear changer. It had a dynamo in the front hub, it was a 26 incher. I had to use the front fence to help me mount the bike least it was a boys bike. The old bell went to the "new" bike.
That bike allowed me to expand my reach and I soon learnt how to use prickle proof tubes with two tyres to keep the three corner jacks out.
As I grew up Dad built two new houses in his spare time as in after work, w/ends and my school holidays. Guess what I did most of the time after school, w/ends and school holidays?
My fav time of year was the Xmas party at the Italian club. Brand new cheap presents, fabulous food and lots of care free fun.
Never did get a mechano, lego, slot car or train set nor was I allowed to play sport. "No money in sport." my Dad would say. I was quick to point out when Steve Waugh became the captain of the Aussie cricket team, Steve became a 'million dollar man'.
High school, yeay! Didn't get the 'royal flush'. Handball and all those new, different and exciting subjects. 2,000 plus students, talk about hormones. I felt a freedom for the very first time. I could soak up so much stuff and constantly fed my burning thirst for knowledge. I relished the thought of heading to university.
My first paid job was delivering the evening paper via the pushbike, I was 14 and it paid $20 a week. I smoked a lot of that away.
Unbeknown to me, when I left school on the last day of my Leaving Certificate year, Dad told me in no uncertain terms that I wasn't allowed to go on to 6th form/Yr12. I was told that I had to pay board and lodgings of $20 per week, starting the very next week.
I gave the paper run away and scored a job within a week or so labouring, building evaporative air coolers and off siding the plumber on installs. I worked Boxing Day and New Years day and in that new year, scored an apprenticeship as a plumber.
I moved out before I turned 18...
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Summer - no aircon in the car so the window down to cool off, burning hot vinyl seats, sometimes 4 or 5 in the back seat, bench seats in the front & being allowed to change gears as Dad drove. Metal slides on playgrounds with the accompanying scream in summer. Going down head first. Gravel rash from doing stupid fun things on the bike. Cardboard on the spokes to make your bike cool. Lollies 3, 4 or 5 for a cent like licorice squares. Drumsticks 20 cents. Bread wrapped in wax paper. Bing 6 and going down to the shop on my own to buy my Dads ciggies - I'd be removed from the parents nowadays. Burning feet on hot roads in summer because we walked everywhere.
Wouldn't swap it.... because we felt free.
Wouldn't swap it.... because we felt free.
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Did the Police Sergeant kick your ass?
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We had photos in the Herald Sun which I was enjoying, spanning through the years in Melbourne, which I posted in this thread.
Why do you want to live in Australia?
[https://www.aussiestockforums.com/forums/showthread.php?t=27902&page=2&p=828745#post828745
Why do you want to live in Australia?
[https://www.aussiestockforums.com/forums/showthread.php?t=27902&page=2&p=828745#post828745
My first job as an apprentice plumber rewarded me at the end of the week, after working 40 hours, with one pound one shilling and nine pence ($2.19).
I gave my Mum 10 shillings ($1.00) per week for board.....It cost me 3 shillings (30 cents) per week on the old Brisbane tram to get to work which left me 8 shillings and 9 pence (89 cents) pocket money...I thought I was made after being given 2 shillings (20 cents) per week from Mum to chop the wood for the copper, weed the garden and mow the grass.
The old Brisbane trams were called toast racks with the seat running from one side to the other and the conductor would swing along the side calling "fares please"....So it was 3 pence a trip each way from Coorparoo to the city and if you were under 14 years the fare was one penny....On Sunday we would get a concession ticket for one shilling (10 cents) and and you could travel all day from one terminal to the other.
I gave my Mum 10 shillings ($1.00) per week for board.....It cost me 3 shillings (30 cents) per week on the old Brisbane tram to get to work which left me 8 shillings and 9 pence (89 cents) pocket money...I thought I was made after being given 2 shillings (20 cents) per week from Mum to chop the wood for the copper, weed the garden and mow the grass.
The old Brisbane trams were called toast racks with the seat running from one side to the other and the conductor would swing along the side calling "fares please"....So it was 3 pence a trip each way from Coorparoo to the city and if you were under 14 years the fare was one penny....On Sunday we would get a concession ticket for one shilling (10 cents) and and you could travel all day from one terminal to the other.
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Not the fossils meant by the thread but anyway:
Photo taken on May 12, 2022 shows a view of the Lufeng Dinosaur Fossil Quarry in Chuxiong Yi Autonomous Prefecture, southwest China's Yunnan Province.
Photo taken on May 12, 2022 shows a view of the Lufeng Dinosaur Fossil Quarry in Chuxiong Yi Autonomous Prefecture, southwest China's Yunnan Province.
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