Snap! I had almost an identical upbringing. Friday night is Speedway night. My dad took us religiously to Claremont Speedway where we would dive under a blanket as the sprint cars would fly over the corner spraying us with mud. I still remember the unique smell of mud and fuel - good times.
I nearly drowned my sisters in a canoe in our pond. Wasn't meant to be there*
The out side toilets with square bits of news paper for your backside. Yuck
And the redbacks always freaked out if my ask get bitten one day. A freak out checking seat before bum went on seat *))) chickens laying eggs in sisters drawers in her bedroom a cow that didn't want to be milked*) I'd see mum gumboots on in paddock rounding up darky the cow to milk in a bucket on a stool. But watching mum being dragged through the wet muddy paddock and Oh the colourful words being said.. aunty used to say. Cover your ears girl*
With horses ponies crooks dogs cats - we'd swim in rain tanks - climb windmills to the top. Joys !
The nuns bringing fresh produce in her full attire head piece - she bent over in back seat of car. Our dog The red baron bite her on her unmentionable*(( had to get a stitch on her backside. Embarrassing we didn't understand what it all meant being a nun .
Sun baking on the roof of our house*)) get driven around in a bat mobile - Chrysler Royale big wings on the back slippery seats* go to sit in it and slide .bright Red.
Embarrassed being seen in it
I played in pool tournaments with uncle at hotel. Get called a Tin Arse*) had to drive that yank tank home uncle drunk in back-seat. Scary nights black ass!!! or moonlit roads so bright didn't need headlight .
Snap! I had almost an identical upbringing. Friday night is Speedway night. My dad took us religiously to Claremont Speedway where we would dive under a blanket as the sprint cars would fly over the corner spraying us with mud. I still remember the unique smell of mud and fuel - good times.
Great memories!
Thankyou for sharing :)
Peace, kindness and some happiness your way from Bellingen area ✨
Great stuff
Memories remain when nothing else does.
It's wonderful
I nearly drowned my sisters in a canoe in our pond. Wasn't meant to be there*
The out side toilets with square bits of news paper for your backside. Yuck
And the redbacks always freaked out if my ask get bitten one day. A freak out checking seat before bum went on seat *))) chickens laying eggs in sisters drawers in her bedroom a cow that didn't want to be milked*) I'd see mum gumboots on in paddock rounding up darky the cow to milk in a bucket on a stool. But watching mum being dragged through the wet muddy paddock and Oh the colourful words being said.. aunty used to say. Cover your ears girl*
With horses ponies crooks dogs cats - we'd swim in rain tanks - climb windmills to the top. Joys !
The nuns bringing fresh produce in her full attire head piece - she bent over in back seat of car. Our dog The red baron bite her on her unmentionable*(( had to get a stitch on her backside. Embarrassing we didn't understand what it all meant being a nun .
Sun baking on the roof of our house*)) get driven around in a bat mobile - Chrysler Royale big wings on the back slippery seats* go to sit in it and slide .bright Red.
Embarrassed being seen in it
I played in pool tournaments with uncle at hotel. Get called a Tin Arse*) had to drive that yank tank home uncle drunk in back-seat. Scary nights black ass!!! or moonlit roads so bright didn't need headlight .
Memories..
Great read Michael thanks for sharing, you are always a joy!