Okay folks, more memories for terra 🙂

Who remembers standing for hours ironing our rope petticoats and a can of spray starch?

All skirts were full circular and had to be able to swing out more or less horizontal when we danced.

More to follow when it will let me... I FEEL CENSORED X-(

The boys wore stove pipe pants and very very sharp point shoes and swept their hair up at the front like Elvis Presley.

We didn't wear seat belts and playing 'chicken' on a deserted road was in, but not for me... it was silly.

The idea being that a car started at each end of a long stretch of road and raced towards eachother.  The first one to swing aside was 'chicken'... 😮

and no, I didn't take part, it was bluddy stupid X-(

But I rode pillion behind my boyfriend on his motor bike and we, along with his friends would go for miles from Sydney to Bathurst (the races), down to Wollongong and up to Newcastle for the day.

They were wonderful times 🙂

They were wonderful times, I remember the rope petticoats, the guys with stove pipe pants.

I can remember when you had to crank a car to get it started.

No seat belts, so girls could sit at close as possible to their boyfriends driving the car.

I remember banks back in those days, you had to put your pass book down a shoot, and intime a teller would call your name and you would go and get your money........took forever sometimes.

Might grab the 2000 snipe--then read back!