The walls appear to be in need of a little restoration.
Back when I was a Lad out bush, our main wall claddings were beaten out kerosine tins (square type). We had calico ceilings and newspaper was used as wall linings to retain heat/keep out cold.
Whenarewethere said
09:36 PM Sep 2, 2022
& in winter you sat in front of the stove getting third degree burns on the front while icicles formed on your back.
dorian said
05:40 AM Sep 3, 2022
In days gone by, half our siblings would have died of various childhood diseases. Also there was no pension or social security or aged care, so you had to rely on your children for support. Let's be thankful that we're not still living the life of those "good old days", and that we can afford to live in something better than a pokey little shack.
Greg 1 said
10:19 AM Sep 3, 2022
Unfortunately the poem that Ivan has posted has a lot of truth in it.
The good old days? Well I would rather say simpler times. Not all things were as good as today.
Medicine for an example, but they were times that seemed far less complex and I do remember them fondly.
msg said
02:51 PM Sep 3, 2022
Send a copy to the govt. All sides. as they are equally guilty of causing this through their greed.
From another page
When the shearing sheds are silent, and the stock camps fallen quiet
When the gidgee coals no longer glow across the outback night
And the bush is forced to hang a sign, 'gone broke and won't be back
And spirits fear to find a way beyond the beaten track
When harvesters stand derelict upon the wind-swept plains
And brave hearts pin their hopes no more on chance of loving rains
When a hundred outback settlements are ghost towns overnight
When we've lost the drive and heart we had to once more see us right
When 'Pioneer' means a stereo and 'Digger' some backhoe
And the 'Outback' is behind the house. there's nowhere else to go
And 'Anzac' is a biscuit brand and probably foreign owned
And education really means brainwashed and neatly cloned
When you have to bake a loaf of bread to make a decent crust
And our heritage once enshrined in gold is crumbling to dust
And old folk pay their camping fees on land for which they fought
And fishing is a great escape; this is until you're caught
When you see our kids with Yankee caps and resentment in their eyes
And the soaring crime and hopeless hearts is no longer a surprise
When the name of RM Williams is a yuppie clothing brand
And not a product of our heritage that grew off the land
When offering a hand makes people think you'll amputate
And two dogs meeting in the street is what you call a Mate'
When 'Political Correctness' has replaced all common sense
When you're forced to see it their way, there's no sitting on the fence
Yes, one day you might find yourself an outcast in this land
Perhaps your heart will tell you then, ' I should have made a stand
Just go and ask the farmers that should remove all doubt
Then join the swelling ranks who say, ' Don't sell Australia out!
Australia is in real trouble!
Photo below is a little homestead that raised a large 10+ family back when Australia was Australian Owned
-- Edited by Ivan 01 on Friday 2nd of September 2022 02:24:27 PM
Back when I was a Lad out bush, our main wall claddings were beaten out kerosine tins (square type). We had calico ceilings and newspaper was used as wall linings to retain heat/keep out cold.
& in winter you sat in front of the stove getting third degree burns on the front while icicles formed on your back.
The good old days? Well I would rather say simpler times. Not all things were as good as today.
Medicine for an example, but they were times that seemed far less complex and I do remember them fondly.