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Anthony Rodman · May 20, 2025

I was a little fella and when my father had gone to the Co OP headquarters with my brother I walked along the Brooker Highwaywith Sophie our white terrier 🛣.
I'd walked about 8 kilometres from my home and up on a bank at the right hand side of the overpass I noticed my dad Nifty Nev and my bro coming along along the Highway going back and waved seriously with a lucky brother noticing me and me and ou white terrier Sophie waving and it was shear lucky that then I went home.
Andy Rodman

Dor jar · May 20, 2025

My favourite memory as a child was on the day it was announced war had ended my dad had enlisted being of greekbirth but loving his new land he felt compelled to do his duty so my happiest days were when we knew he was coming home

RFG · May 20, 2025

Luckily I have a lot of good childhood memories. My favourite is Dad would make sure he came to my school sports softball comp on Friday afternoons with a big box of oranges to hand out to everyone. Then after school on Friday's he would take the whole family (7 of us) to a swimming hole for a couple of hours...rubber inner tube tyres to play around on , whole watermelons we would float with and lots of water games. On Saturdays afternoons mum & dad would go to the big footy match and we would turn the TV on for Bandstand and all us 5 girls would clear the big loungeroom of coffee tables and sing and dance the afternoon away. The simple things made my childhood memorable of many things.

PhylBoyington · May 20, 2025

My best memory was when as a family we went on a picnic and my sister, dad and me were folding the picnic rug. Dad was holding one end and my sister and I holding the other end, shaking the rug out and then folding it. Just a small memory but it has always stayed with me.

Karen Breaden · May 21, 2025

Still Ebby said:
l remember playing ''Postmans Knock'' with my sister and John the boy who lived opposite us.
l also remember when l went with my sister and John to a car yard and they painted the cars there. l did try and stop them but it was me that got the leather strap from my mother when the police came because l was the eldest and should have known better

This post reminded of my fav childhood memory, having the baker deliver a tank loaf everyone morning to our back door. Sometimes if we were very lucky we got a horseshoe roll ! fresh bread yum yum

goatwhisperer · May 22, 2025

"Its my turn!, it's my turn!". The joyous cries of small children in a big old country kitchen that was converted into a riding yard every now and then. After a long day working the farm I grew up on, my father would pretend to be a horse, get down on all fours and give my siblings and I a ride on his back! As if that back wasn't aching enough from his days work in dusty paddocks! The memory of this simple play still makes me smile, and remember my Dad with much love and fondness. God bless him..

Dameliz13 · May 22, 2025

I am one of eight children and my father died early from a war related disease.
My mother bought us all up which in those days was very hard going. We had many chickens which supplied us with many eggs on a daily basis.
At around Christmas time each year some of the chickens were to be our Christmas lunches, we had a chopping block up in the back yard and mum would go up, chop off their heads whilst us kids looked on shock horror as they ran around the yard with their heads off! One day in particular stays in my memory, one of my brothers was a real ratbag and as i was walking up towards the wood block here he was with my younger brother's head on the block with the axe in his hand ready to aim! To this day i am not sure if it was a prank or not, i am happy to believe it was.

kdoel · Friday at 9:13 AM

Ball bearing Billy cart racing down hills on footpath 1960s
All good until residents told you to skidaddle

Isis · Friday at 12:29 PM

Going back a bit, 1945, dad the town baker took the unsold bread to out of town properties where families were doing it hard. I was 5 and loving jolting along in a horse drawn cart.
No matter how little families had we were always asked in for a cuppa for the baker, home made ginger beer for me. After a few such drinks my little bladder was overflowing.
Dad stopped to let me hop behind a bush , saw him laughing turned around and stared into the gentle face of a large cow.
Kids had a different kind of fun in those days.

Still Ebby · Friday at 1:01 PM

Isis said:
Going back a bit, 1945, dad the town baker took the unsold bread to out of town properties where families were doing it hard. I was 5 and loving jolting along in a horse drawn cart.
No matter how little families had we were always asked in for a cuppa for the baker, home made ginger beer for me. After a few such drinks my little bladder was overflowing.
Dad stopped to let me hop behind a bush , saw him laughing turned around and stared into the gentle face of a large cow.
Kids had a different kind of fun in those days.

l was chased by a cow in Lands End UK when l was crossing a field to get to a private spot by sea

Reet · Friday at 3:51 PM

My older sister had a pair of roller skates. The ones that were just very plain with no boots attached. My brother who was two years older than me and I were allowed to use those skates so we invented a kind of skateboard before they were actually invented. We would place a very large flat book on one skate and sit on it to ride downhill from where we lived. We would take turns in doing this and enjoyed it very much. It was quite dangerous as at the bottom of the street as there was another street going across leading to a couple of factories which meant it was quite busy. As we had no brakes we would have to negotiate the book around the corner to avoid going across the road.

KarenD · Friday at 4:35 PM

I can remember when my family and I were preparing to leave England to come to Australia, we were to leave on my 7th birthday under the immigration scheme, my auntie gave me a beautiful dress to wear on the day we were to leave. So I tried it on and went to the local park with my older brother and we found an old bike frame and started playing on it, needless to say.....you guessed it, I got grease on it, which as you can imagine didn't go down too well with my parents and auntie. So I didn't get to wear my beautiful new dress on the ship. But I did get to have a party on the ship with a lot of kids I didn't know.

Mikeyboy2012 · Friday at 8:34 PM

I remember my mother washing and drying me in our (possibly asbestos ridden) bathroom. (It had Fibro panelling all through the bathroom

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I particularly remember how much time she spent vigorously drying between my toes. After she'd finished, they my toes felt double jointed.

Terese · Saturday at 8:39 AM

Sitting on floor beside my dad on chair listening to his country and western ,and yodelling records. He used to run his fingers through my hair. . When we got older he used to ask us to comb his hair. That continued until he passed.

Littleboy8 · Saturday at 11:53 AM

Terese said:
Sitting on floor beside my dad on chair listening to his country and western ,and yodelling records. He used to run his fingers through my hair. . When we got older he used to ask us to comb his hair. That continued until he passed.

Awwww that is so sweet

Littleboy8 · Saturday at 11:56 AM

Still Ebby said:
l was chased by a cow in Lands End UK when l was crossing a field to get to a private spot by sea

My ex and I got chased by a bull also while walking through a private farm going to a private surf spot on the coast in Victoria, I’ve never run so fast in my life I thought I was going to have a heart attack.

Jest · Saturday at 2:43 PM

My 1st bike was at age 14. Moved from country to town, had to bike 4 ks to school. Fun, not that I remember.

Annie Mac · Sunday at 10:13 AM

Back in, I think 1942, when I was about 8, a Jap submarine entered Sydney Harbour, sending a torpedo into the "Kuttabul", a ship moored, at, I think Cockatoo Island, killing about 21 people on board.
I was staying with my grandmother, who lived harbour side, at that time and we woke to very loud gunfire , which was very frightening.We rushed outside to see searchlights dancing across the night sky and more gunfire.
It seems the Japanese 'mother sub' was outside the Harbour and two mini subs had entered the netted heads following behind another ship....the nets having been lowered to allow the ship on the surface to enter.
The war had come to Australia!
The subs can be seen today at the Australian War Memorial, in Canberra.

JillTAS3624 · Sunday at 10:18 AM

Going tadpole hunting with my grandma down Derawong lane at Dural NSW.. 1960

Annie Mac · Sunday at 10:22 AM

Jest said:
i lived on a farm in the country, born 1939 and to this day I do not remember anything about the war years. I had two older brothers and an older sister. Guess you could say I was an only child. A very lonely child who did not want for anything except company.

You sound so sad...a child's life should not be lke that.I hope things have improved over the years for you.LOL

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