Good night all sleep well.

Hi darki,  If you want to see the funny side of the above scenario....it took place in her kitchen....me at 5'1" with a hairbrush....and my daughter at 5'10".

:^O  Oh how I would have loved to see that 🙂

That poem summed it all up perfectly. Sometimes I wish I grew up in that era, but I'm glad to live in the here and now so I can use the net to read about your memories.

I remember when the shops closed at noon on a Saturday and when Sunday was for church.

More, more, terra wants to read  more?:|

And the postman came twice daily during the week, and on Saturday morning, carrying the letters in a big leather bag on his back, blowing his whistle at your gate if you had mail.  And no matter who the postman was, he was always called Speedie.

I think I may have already mentiond this, but....the milkman always took his horse "Bluebell" to a paddock after the deliveries.  He always let five of us ride on Bluebell's back to the paddock.  She was a BIG horse.

Yes, I think we had the best of times.  Everything was so simple and we were more contented because we had all we needed, as opposed to wanted. 

All the posters on this thread understand what other posters are saying. No ambiguity or misunderstandings, all because of our shared life experiences. 

It is like meeting up with old friends on this thread.  

When I was grow3ing up the baker, the milkman & soft drink deliveries were all made by horse and cart.

We use to have an icechest and the iceman would come every couple of days with a huge block of ice.

The rubbishman use to come to the back of the house to get the bins and bring them back around.

They were the best days, life was simple, not like today where everyone has so much stress.

That poem summed it all up perfectly. Sometimes I wish I grew up in that era, but I'm glad to live in the here and now so I can use the net to read about your memories. I remember when the shops closed at noon on a Saturday and when Sunday was for church. More, more, terra wants to read  more?:|

You are right about the internet terra... it has made a huge difference and I'm glad I was born when I was and that I am here today to share it all.

I am sorry for my mother who died ten years ago.  She wasn't of the computer age and yet she would have had such a wonderful time on it.  She was spunky when it came to learning new things and this would have been right up her alley 🙂

She remembered before the Sydney Harbour Bridge existed and when it was being built because she was born in 1910.  She used to recall having to get the ferry across the harbour from the North Shore into Sydney.

I can remember when the trams used to go across the bridge long before the Cahill expressway was built, and the old tram shed where the Opera House now stands on Benelong Point.

The trams used to travel up and down George and Pitt Streets to the Quay.

The first 'high rise' building in Sydney has now been dwarfed by even higher buildings. 

I remember the Trocadero where huge flash functions were held, where everyone wore their best long evening dresses and the men wore bow ties and dress suits...

I will try to recall more for you 🙂

Who could forget the Trocadero:-)

I remember when my mum went from using a boiler and one of those wooden scrub things to wash the clothes and getting her first washing machine.

I remember going from the icechest to getting a fridge.

I remember when you use to get a BIG bag of mixed lollies for a penny.

I remember when it was safe to play out in the street, even when dark, plus being gone all day and parents didnt worry about us.

In the school holidays we used to pack our lunch and ride our bikes about 20 miles in a big circle round the district, feeling completely safe....it never entered our heads or our parents that we might have been in danger.....cos we weren't.   Those were the days...about 60 years ago unfortunately...Things have certainly changed since then:-(

Evening gerries.

Had dramas trying to read and post the past week.

Still breathing-lol.

Best thing about this thread is the memories

that flow back after reading.--take care..............Richo.