Well to be honest we didn’t know others lived better than us ~ ,cause we only visited our grandparents / aunts and uncles …and they all had out door toilets , in fact is we used grans , we’d have to take a broom handle with us ,as her cook yard was built around the toilet miles down the huge back yard , and they had a vicious rooster.
They all,only had black floors which were about mtr wide old conniver belts from the mines , most interior walls were sugar bags whitewashed …gran had fancy tin walls half way up ….most homes were only wood and iron.
Our blankets were what we called woggas .,which were made with an old woollen blanket sewed to an old hessian wool bale , our sheets were washed flour bags sewed together …
Our bathroom was just like a tin shed attached to the back of the house with a chip heater or we boil,water in the old copper and bucket it into the bath ….As far as cooking went we lit the old wood stove summer and winter to cook meals .
Grans and my aunts had a type of galvanised iron bath tub ..no showers …out bath was sorta greenish like army colours
Many lived in poverty as there was no such thing as Centerlink ( welfare)
We got most of our toys like old cars ( tin pedal cars / bikes both 3 wheel and 2 from local dump ) and built our own out of scraps .
I’d like to know where my parents got the money to spend at the pubs / clubs every day …and not feed us ….
bur I’m not bitter, about my parents in fact they taught me lessons….. in life at a very young age
I always had a determined streak and learned if I wanted something I’d have to work for it ….
I was in competition with a very well known ( at the time ) bottle collector called Tapper ….didn't ever know his real name …bought my first brand new bike by collecting bottles , and I went to Saturday morning pictures for 6 pence ….that was 6 bottles worth …then got a job I had for about 6 years in a deli / fruit and veg shop.
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I mentioned up,here ^^^
Potato sack in one hand, a roll-your-own hanging on a lip and a leather flying hat jammed down over his ears, Albert "Tapper …. is on his bottle run.
And so it was for the area of Hilton for over fifty years.
He scoured the streets and rubbish bins for refundable bottles and cans. Locals called him "Tapper" for his bottle-tapping skills and reckoned he had a small fortune stacked away somewhere, yet the gentle, quite man showed no signs of wealth in his simple unit at the Senior Citizens Home.
Everyone knew Tapper, as he mumbled a hello to passerbys as he shuffled down main street.
He was a part of
They say he always had kept pretty much to himself. He never married and during his working years was employed by a gas company. And, although a man of few words, his memory of dates and names was razor sharp.
They all,only had black floors which were about mtr wide old conniver belts from the mines , most interior walls were sugar bags whitewashed …gran had fancy tin walls half way up ….most homes were only wood and iron.
Our blankets were what we called woggas .,which were made with an old woollen blanket sewed to an old hessian wool bale , our sheets were washed flour bags sewed together …
Our bathroom was just like a tin shed attached to the back of the house with a chip heater or we boil,water in the old copper and bucket it into the bath ….As far as cooking went we lit the old wood stove summer and winter to cook meals .
Grans and my aunts had a type of galvanised iron bath tub ..no showers …out bath was sorta greenish like army colours
Many lived in poverty as there was no such thing as Centerlink ( welfare)
We got most of our toys like old cars ( tin pedal cars / bikes both 3 wheel and 2 from local dump ) and built our own out of scraps .
I’d like to know where my parents got the money to spend at the pubs / clubs every day …and not feed us ….
bur I’m not bitter, about my parents in fact they taught me lessons….. in life at a very young age
I always had a determined streak and learned if I wanted something I’d have to work for it ….
I was in competition with a very well known ( at the time ) bottle collector called Tapper ….didn't ever know his real name …bought my first brand new bike by collecting bottles , and I went to Saturday morning pictures for 6 pence ….that was 6 bottles worth …then got a job I had for about 6 years in a deli / fruit and veg shop.
Copied this about Tapper
I mentioned up,here ^^^
Potato sack in one hand, a roll-your-own hanging on a lip and a leather flying hat jammed down over his ears, Albert "Tapper …. is on his bottle run.
And so it was for the area of Hilton for over fifty years.
He scoured the streets and rubbish bins for refundable bottles and cans. Locals called him "Tapper" for his bottle-tapping skills and reckoned he had a small fortune stacked away somewhere, yet the gentle, quite man showed no signs of wealth in his simple unit at the Senior Citizens Home.
Everyone knew Tapper, as he mumbled a hello to passerbys as he shuffled down main street.
He was a part of
They say he always had kept pretty much to himself. He never married and during his working years was employed by a gas company. And, although a man of few words, his memory of dates and names was razor sharp.
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..and also once from memory we also had a picnic in the layby by the roadside... but only because we had my aunt and uncle with us....for a day out.... I still have the photos from that day taken by my aunt and uncle
