LETTER: Reminiscing about times gone by

LETTER TO EDITOR: I remember the times when a guy used to deliver ice for our ice box on the back of a cart pulled by a horse.

The ice was covered with hessian bags and the fellow used to carry the blocks inside using large metal tongs.

Times have changed.

I can recall quite vividly when the milko delivered with a horse-drawn cart, the bottles were glass and the milko would whistle to the horse to go and stop while he ran between the houses.

Did you ever run down to the local dairy with a pail to get the freshest of fresh milk, frosty grass crinkling under your feet?

I did and some evenings for real cream too that you could almost spread like soft butter.

We had one shilling to ride the bus both ways to school so sometimes we would walk home so we could save sixpence.

On the way home we would go through an old quarry where Nestles would dump their used coffee beans.

The smell was quite intoxicating and the beans were generally hot... then we realised we were late and ran all the way home, race in for a drink before heading across the road to play with the rest of the neighbourhood kids.

The best game was cowboys and Indians.

We used to grease the inside of our holsters so we could draw our guns quick as.

We didn't have television in those days - we had the radio and once or twice were allowed to listen to our own show for 30 minutes.

Some years later, our neighbour actually bought one of those new black and white televisions and we were invited in to watch for an hour.

Yes it was something different but I would rather be outside running around in that big paddock across the road.

We eventually bought a television of our own and were allowed to watch an hour or two after we finished our chores.

I think one of the most exciting purchases was when we bought a second-hand Vanguard car.

Most of us could fit in at the same time and often went for a drive on weekends.

One of the cars we had needed to be started by inserting the crank handle in the front of the car and turning it, but you had to be strong and it was generally my elder brother who had that job.

I always longed to be able to turn the crank myself.

Those were the days.

- Richie Robinson, Maryborough