Sewing on the old Singer treadle machine with my grandmother. Her teaching me to knit and crochet.
The fruit and veg man - an old gentleman, long grey beard and turban, on his horse-drawn cart, who'd come around every week selling fruit and veg down the street.
Our town wasn't sewered till I was in my mid teens, so each block had a laneway between the houses at the back, so the pans from the outhouses could be collected once a week. We were lucky, we had a septic tank, but I can remember the fear and dread of redback spiders and the odour, particularly in summer, when visiting relatives.
Bakers and milkmen who delivered.
Shopping at small shops because there was no supermarket in town.
Walking or biking all over town for hours, to the beaches, to the shops, to the parks, basically anywhere. And not being expected to be home until near dark.
Takeaway fish and chips on a Friday night. And finally being old enough to order something different!
Schools with no aircon - baking hot in summer, cold in winter. And one memorable day, walking to school in knee deep flood water with shoes off to keep them dry. Ridiculous navy wool box pleated uniforms - hot and itchy. School hats and school ties. School holidays that seemed to go on forever.
Not having a TV at all, only ever saw a telly at my grandmother's house. I think I was 6 or 7 when we finally got one. And we didn't get colour TV in Aus until 1974, I think. That was a spin-out!
