I just knew I'd spelled kewpie incorrectly, just couldn't remember how to spell it :^O

Do you remember when show bags were free?  Weren't they fun.

Ah! dancing the night away with someone you really enjoyed dancing with - wasn't it bliss  ... sigh 🙂

Evening Seniors.

Just checking in--back to a few posts per day!

Lift your game--knees up Mother Brown-oops

must be careful --you all know what i mean-lol.

Still in the work force-trying to put an old head on

young shoulders--hard at times.

Catch up .....................Richo.

PS- a bloke at the Crown hotel in town is known as

Showbag -cause he is full of---------rubbish.

evening Richo ♥

Ok Gwen can beat that nov 36 and I still have the 78 records

aso can remember the horse drawn bakers cartdilivering the fresh bread and hanging the billy on the front gate with the money in it for the milk Wonder how long it would stay there these days

Still play the 78s on a portable wind up gramaphone sometimes

😄

Feeling very pleased with myself. Have spent the past few weeks building my own website and finally went online today. WOW. Not bad for an old chook! :^O

Feeling very pleased with myself. Have spent the past few weeks building my own website and finally went online today. WOW. Not bad for an old chook! :^O

Hey!  Way to go Jean, good on you 🙂

What's the website about?

Yes horses drawing carts for bread and milk.  when I was very small the milkman would allow the kids up on the cart to go to the end of the road and back with him.

That was in Neutral Bay and it was always very early in the morning.  There were about four of us, he'd pick us up at our gates, deliver the milk along the road, turn the horse and drop us back at our gates.

I doubt anyone would allow that nowadays even if the milko was still drivng his horse.

Arh Darki the memorys of the bakers cart and  the smell of the fresh bread from the van

Lived in sunshine in the western suburbs of melburne and the people next door had half a dosen free range chookens so one day when the baker arrived one of th cooks flew up and sat on top of the foot board and there it spied sone straw stickin to the horses bum so peck peck and all hell broke loose as the horse took off down the street at a full gallop with the two back doors flapping and spilling bread along the road and the baker running after it and cursing the chookens lowdly in no uncertain terms but us kids had a good feed of fresh bread that day..

hahahahahahha! can just see it!

Our gang used to wait at the milkman's house for him to finish his run.   When he unhitched Bluebell he used to let us on her back to walk her to the paddock.  There was usually 5 with the one on the back end hanging on for dear life.

Evening Seniors--Geez Jackass-1936-wow.

Im Just a pup.

Did you have a dinosaur as a pet.

Gilly did--lol.

Richo.