Hello iana, I stumbled onto this site 8 weeks ago tomorrow and it has been a bit of fun. At 75 you can be an old grouch or a fun lover. I chose the latter because the other sort of loving has been reduced to feelings. I get the occasional bit of mud, but that's all part of the equation, as I have said before it would be a horrible boring life if we were all like sheep. When I started I said I would love to hear from anybody with any connection with life in Wyndham in the 1940s. I also spent the whole of 1950 (age 10) at Langwell boarding school in Katanning West Aust. There were about 100 boys there, and only 3 quarters to the school year then. Each quarter we got a different job, my first quarters job was Potato peeling and about 4 or 5 of us had to peel potatos every morning for 100 kids and staff to have 2 meals each day. My 2nd quarter was in the Scullary YUCK, that was washing and wiping the monster pots and pans used in the kitchen. My last quarter was in the kitchen YUM, YUM making the meals for all the kids. It was a heavy Methodist based set up, and I came away a christen until I met my mates at Scarborough beach and got back to normal.
OK, that's my waffle for today.
Simmo.
iana said
06:49 PM Nov 8, 2015
Hello "Young Simmo", Yes I read your threads from back then, but as I didn't come from Wyndham, nor did I go to school at Katanning, so I didn't comment. I don't comment on threads I know nothing about. But one thing is for certain, it takes a lot of work to write up stories, or post up articles, and one deserves a pat on the back from others. Even comments like "You're talking Sh-t" is better than nothing at all.
It is also interesting the stir you caused when you first joined the forum. Now everyone has settled down, which is good. But since I have been a member we have lost some knowledgeable and colourful characters, and that is detrimental to the forum itself. These people cannot be easily replaced, and I speak from experience at another forum where this occurred, and the forum now still lacks that expertise it once had.
Young Simmo said
07:58 PM Nov 8, 2015
Hi Iana, I have been writing a bit of stuff just to convince myself I have that Alzheimer's thing under control. It is surprising when you can remember 1 or 2 incidents and start writing, and all those other things pop back into your memory box. Actually I messed up that last one a bit, as the Boarding School Langwell was on a sheep farm at Broomehill, which is near Katanning. We actually had a treat and we were taken over to the Katanning Show, and the first Massey Ferguson tractors in Australia, were introduced at the show. We all used to swim in the dams in the raw and one of the kids, Billey Brown-something who had lost his legs to Polio and used to drag his bum across the gravel to the dam dragging his lifeless legs behind him across the rocks. He went on to become a fairly famous disabled sportsman for Australia. Boy once I get started it is hard to stop. Cheers......Simmo.
iana said
09:51 PM Nov 8, 2015
Hi Simmo,
When I look back on my life, the times I now realize were the best was the Friday stop at the pub. The guys at work were able to sneak off 1/2 hour early so long as the work was done and we assembled at our table at the pub. We discussed how the firm should be run, dirty jokes etc. etc. We drove home on one of the two roads we could see!!!, actually I rode a bike. But it was fun all the same, I just didn't appreciate the fact at the time.
yes I have a friend who has the after effects of polio, but not as bad.
I wouldn't swim in those dams, the leeches would have the time of their lives.
I come up to retirement next month. My job is on the balance with my supervisor leaving and the organisation having undergone an efficiency overhaul by consultants. I will probably have to be Fleet manager until they hire someone young to do the work, or sub the work out externally. I don't think my body is now up to the task.
I now feel sorry for all those old buggers who have their stories to tell but no-ones interested in listening, there are some very lonely soles out there, and I'm sure that forums like this alleviate some of the pain.
Radar said
04:29 AM Nov 9, 2015
Hell I like old stories.
Those stories remind me of years ago, even i it was not funny.
Thank Simmo, darn keep in up. Radar.
brickies said
07:11 AM Nov 9, 2015
It's great that you are using I Digress for this post has this is the reason I Digress was set up for .
kandagal said
11:17 AM Nov 9, 2015
Last Friday I spent the day/night with a cousin. Her family had given her a booklet with questions to be answered about her early life. As we had been brought up together more like sisters than cousins by our maternal grandmother she wanted me to jog her memory . Well, did we have fun. We thought of things we hadn't thought of for ages. What a wonderful time we had remembering. And yes the booklet did get filled in with lots of interesting bits. Alice
Young Simmo said
02:58 PM Nov 9, 2015
Sounds good kandagal, can you put some or all of it up here for our entertainment.
Well Simmo We lived in a small coal mining town in Nth Qld. So different a lifestyle to what people have nowadays. But we didn't get up to much mischief - We were GOOD girls. As naive country girls we didn't know there was any other sort. But we did often do something I would have a fit if I saw my grandkids doing. We used to go out to the river when there had been heavy rain & the river was flowing fast (for a change) & we would jump in at one spot & let the river take us downstream until it came to a bend & there we would swim like mad for the bank. Then we would walk back up & do it all over again. One thing about the people I knew then we are still friends 70 years later & keep in touch. If you google Mt. Mulligan you may see a picture of a beautiful mountain (10 miles long) & it leaves Uluru for dead. Cheers Alice
Hello iana, I stumbled onto this site 8 weeks ago tomorrow and it has been a bit of fun. At 75 you can be an old grouch or a fun lover. I chose the latter because the other sort of loving has been reduced to feelings. I get the occasional bit of mud, but that's all part of the equation, as I have said before it would be a horrible boring life if we were all like sheep. When I started I said I would love to hear from anybody with any connection with life in Wyndham in the 1940s. I also spent the whole of 1950 (age 10) at Langwell boarding school in Katanning West Aust. There were about 100 boys there, and only 3 quarters to the school year then. Each quarter we got a different job, my first quarters job was Potato peeling and about 4 or 5 of us had to peel potatos every morning for 100 kids and staff to have 2 meals each day. My 2nd quarter was in the Scullary YUCK, that was washing and wiping the monster pots and pans used in the kitchen. My last quarter was in the kitchen YUM, YUM making the meals for all the kids. It was a heavy Methodist based set up, and I came away a christen until I met my mates at Scarborough beach and got back to normal.
OK, that's my waffle for today.
Simmo.
It is also interesting the stir you caused when you first joined the forum. Now everyone has settled down, which is good. But since I have been a member we have lost some knowledgeable and colourful characters, and that is detrimental to the forum itself. These people cannot be easily replaced, and I speak from experience at another forum where this occurred, and the forum now still lacks that expertise it once had.
Hi Iana, I have been writing a bit of stuff just to convince myself I have that Alzheimer's thing under control. It is surprising when you can remember 1 or 2 incidents and start writing, and all those other things pop back into your memory box. Actually I messed up that last one a bit, as the Boarding School Langwell was on a sheep farm at Broomehill, which is near Katanning. We actually had a treat and we were taken over to the Katanning Show, and the first Massey Ferguson tractors in Australia, were introduced at the show. We all used to swim in the dams in the raw and one of the kids, Billey Brown-something who had lost his legs to Polio and used to drag his bum across the gravel to the dam dragging his lifeless legs behind him across the rocks. He went on to become a fairly famous disabled sportsman for Australia. Boy once I get started it is hard to stop. Cheers......Simmo.
When I look back on my life, the times I now realize were the best was the Friday stop at the pub. The guys at work were able to sneak off 1/2 hour early so long as the work was done and we assembled at our table at the pub. We discussed how the firm should be run, dirty jokes etc. etc. We drove home on one of the two roads we could see!!!, actually I rode a bike. But it was fun all the same, I just didn't appreciate the fact at the time.
yes I have a friend who has the after effects of polio, but not as bad.
I wouldn't swim in those dams, the leeches would have the time of their lives.
I come up to retirement next month. My job is on the balance with my supervisor leaving and the organisation having undergone an efficiency overhaul by consultants. I will probably have to be Fleet manager until they hire someone young to do the work, or sub the work out externally. I don't think my body is now up to the task.
I now feel sorry for all those old buggers who have their stories to tell but no-ones interested in listening, there are some very lonely soles out there, and I'm sure that forums like this alleviate some of the pain.
Hell I like old stories.
Those stories remind me of years ago, even i it was not funny.
Thank Simmo, darn keep in up. Radar.
Sounds good kandagal, can you put some or all of it up here for our entertainment.
Cheers .....Simmo.
You know, like I did
Here:: http://thegreynomads.activeboard.com/t60978335/the-good-old-days/
And here:: http://thegreynomads.activeboard.com/t60867675/our-uninvited-guest/
And here:: http://thegreynomads.activeboard.com/t60872345/a-day-to-forget/