Calling Oldies 4

I remember the cheese of my childhood and the bread taht we cut with the knife, when chidren helped out with the housework and men went to work not the wife. the cheese never needed an ice chest. the bread was so crusty and hot, the children were seldom unhappy and the wife was content withher lot I remember the milk in the billy,with yummy thick cream on the top our dinners came hot from the oven and not from some fridge in some shop the kids were a lot more contented they didn't need moneyfor kicks but a game with some mates in the paddock and sometimes the satuday flicks I rembember the shop on the corner where a penn'worth of lollies was sold do you think i'm a bit nostalgis or is it I'm just getting old

I still have my teddy, golly and monkey that I had since I was one. (that means they are 58 years old) and they look it poor things getting a bit motheaten. My mother told me that we were outside a shop in England when I spotted this stuffed monkey and created a fuss wanting it until my mum's twin sister (who idolised me) went in and bought it.(and I thought I wasn't spoilt)I didn't want dolls, teddy was my favourite. Mum made clothes for him and knitted him a little suit in grey and red wool.(sob.. brings back happy memories)He even had a raincoat!Thanks for your explanation, Pussytux, it's cute.I did have a walkie talkie doll later on, her name was Annette. I liked watching the programme about the Queen I think she is just marvello

Ah, the blackberries! When we lived in Christchurch we would go out on the West Melton road and pick them on the roadside. Our kids would get prickles but the fruit made it all worth while. E's parents kept their own Jersey cow, and mil would scald a big pan of the rich milk. When cooled, it would leave for skimming, this thick clotted scalded cream, which we would spread over the blackberry pie, or on the BBJam. And when we moved to Dunedin, we found rich pickings on Three Mile Hill. And later in the year we returned to gather the pine cones from the plantations - they made a great winter fire. Sunday tea with open fire toast and marmalade! Can you taste it still?

Toast made on an open fire is to die for The long handled fork always hung by the fireside.Often had hot soup with toast made on open fire. Sometimes the bread would drop off the fork and go up in flames.You had to let the fire die down a bit so there were just hot coals. Oh my I can almost taste it now

Yes I can well remember the pot of vege soup on the coal range. Seemed to be there forever...but we never got food poisoning! Also, did anybody else pick peas, raspberries and strawberries for money to supplement the family budget? Remember being up very early in the morning to get on the job - like 10-11 years of age. And, of course, ended up with stomach ache at the end of the day. But up and away again the next morning. We also picked blackberries for home use! But I hated the pricks! Also roasted rabbits and rabbit stew.

We lived in the oldest house one could imagine-but every afternoon after us kids and my dad had been home for lunch, my mum would mop the floor and then change into her 'glad rags' and go and socialise with her lady friends and believe me the fine china was out in style! One savoury plate, one loaf plate and at least three sweet treats!! We met up with mum after school and had the crumbs. We headed home, mum put on her apron and got the tea (once again on the coal range) and we had to 'do' the coal bucket, feed chooks and collect eggs

Bread and butter pudding is still a favourite also golden syrup pudding ,My mum made a big steam pudding every Sunday for after the roast dinner.In a pudding bag. Or old flour bag ,I still have the big pot she cooked it in.Its aliminium so dont use it any more

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