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BETTY'S ATTACHMENT 24 AUGUST 1985
My Betty put some of her memories on the next 3 pages. E.M.F. [Edith May Forshaw]
It is amazing how one's mind can go back. I feel I could write pages as one thought prompts another. My first memories are of 19 Willunga Ave. Earlwood, aged about 4 years. I can recall attending Clempton Park school and Mum telling us how we had an asphalt playground but it wore our shoes out. I remember the school clearly. Taking the boys trousers to a sewing lady near the Sunday school or depending on the work requiring to a woman who lived near Auntie Ann. Going to the store opposite the school for baked rabbit and gravy (the equivalent of modern day Kentucky Fried). Walking home from school/the long way to avoid boys and one boy in particular who used to hide in the peppercorn tree opposite the school and once he pounced down on me and tried to kiss me and brother Albert being there to protect me.
Going up to Nana Woods after school and having her seed cake and fruit juice made on citrus passionfruit and epsom salts called 50/50. (in later years she progressed with the times and made curried pork and rice. Nana bringing home to us in an enamel billy can giblet broth, her making down pillows and of course her home made soap. The family Doctor, Dr. Hudson The flivver we used to ride around the yard and when more adventuresome rides/curled up in car tyres rolling down Willunga Ave and safely going across Homer St. to come to a stop at Brownscombe's fence. Going blackberrying with Mum and family and pram loaded with corrugated iron and picking blackberries then coming home and a special treat was going to corner store and buying 9 scoops of ice cream in a billy (no 2 litre. ice cream containers, ice cream, jelly (jellies were set in the bath no refrigeration) and chicken were only Christmas party fare.) and asking for the cones as well. Milk deliveries by horse and cart and Beryl hurrying out to collect manure for her garden. Yvonne disliked the milkman Lionel Howlett and somehow the dressing cupboard Merle has I feel fitted in there somewhere. I remember Dad doing the sideboard up. Walking home from the shop with milk in the billy and sipping icy parts and spinning the can around and around and not spilling a drop. Streeters the butcher shop and being told I was watching the scales and The butcher Savage from Earlwood top terminus delivering on a motor bike and side car. Side cars brings my mind to a 7th day adventist family who used to visit us. Uncle Bill Young bringing us lollies on a Friday night and his new Holden. Our first cabinet wireless covered for protection with sheeting. Sitting on the fence waiting for Dad to come home from work with gladstone bag with explanation as to why such a big bag needed for lunch "The bigger the bag the better the pickings" one of his classic phrases was "give us a chance" rhyming with dance as we would all ask for the paper and then Merle being the eldest would be nominated to read the comics to us. I would pick a red rose or lantana from adjoining Collins fence and put in Dad's button hole. Taking dicky shirt to laundry for stiffing ready for lodge. Wrights moving in and Brian singing "From the Shores of MonteSuma". Breaking up kibble in a hessian bag with a hammer for dogs, dog stew cooking. Dogs and family going for a swim at Cooks River, dogs being given a salt and syrup ball and dogs heaving around the yard and of course Golden Wackles sad farewell.