OK, I will ask the question again, are there any people in these pages that lived in Wyndham WA during the 1940s. It doesn't matter if you were like me 6,7,8,9,10 years old, or older. They were fantastic days and are brilliant memories in my memory box.
A couple of bits from my "Good Old Days" waffling::
My Father was Bob (Curley) Simpson, and he was a diesel engine driver on the Power House and Freezer Works
I can also remember going out to what was then called, "The Bend Of The Ord", a favourite picnic spot on the Ord River back in those days, for another kids birthday. Out at this place there were many cattle carcasses bogged up to their bellies in quick sand on the side of the Ord River with their bellies eaten out by crocodiles. On this particular day, there was a bogged cow or bullock on the edge of the river and the adults new it was going to have a horrible death. So with 20 or so kids hanging around watching, one of the adults went to his car and got a knife. Then with me and all the other kids standing around watching he proceeded to cut a hole in the bogged cows head. The blood just flowed out, a nice crimson red and the cow went to sleep so that a croc could not come up and eat its belly out while it was alive. I know that may sound gruesome, but that was the way they did things back in the1940s.
OK, now our school headmaster Mr Gillchrist was an entertaining man and we would have sessions of singing and he would play his banjo. Air conditioning was not an option back in those days, so we spent quite a lot of time outside sitting under the big Boab tree doing our lessons.
That is just a couple of bits, and I reckon I have 10 minutes to 10 years to keep ratteling on, so be prepared.
Simmo.
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Simmo, yes that's the way it was. I remember riding on my fathers shoulders to shoot our pet cat when I was 4. The cat was an albino and bleeding from the ears, no other way to do it then. Keep the stories coming.
