Debbie Reynolds, Singin' in the Rain star and mother of Carrie Fisher, dies aged 84

kiwijims · Guru

ANOTHER GREAT PASSES AWAY,

Happywanderer · The Master

So sad. r.i.p. Debbie and Carrie.

Big Gorilla · Guru

Yes, so sad. Carrie, then followed by her Mother, a great icon, Debbie Reynolds...

jules47 · The Happy Helper

How very sad - my fave film was Tammy - still remember the song.

RIP Debbie Reynolds

macka17 · Guru

Well.

As least they'll live forever. in a lot of minds.

So they really. Still here hey.

Beautiful people both of them.

Unfortunately the film stars of yesteryear.
Mainly the generation above a lot of us,
are in that cycle
A lot of us are too nowadays.
Just be thankful we old enough to have the memories.
I've stood in the same room as Satch, Ella, Dizzy etc,

while they entertained us in Germany in the '60's.
(Attached to US Army with the missiles.)
We got all the touring entertainers there.

Was magic. Jazz Kellars. at all the US bases.

Was a young teenager at the public street celebrations on Lizzie's Coronation.
The whole country got trestle tables. with drinks and cakes etc in all the streets.
And a little red book to commemorate it. Us kids anyway.
I remember gaslights in the walls of gran's home. Beer cart drays. and Milkies.
Standing in queues for food at public canteens after the war.

My first motorbike at 15 (shhh) Matchless G3L\3GL?)

350cc single, rigid back end, Springer front.

Went like stink in a straight line,eventually. Had to wind it up.

But like Harleys. Couldn't go round corners.

what are other peoples memories of yesteryear?. Good and bad.

-- Edited by macka17 on Friday 30th of December 2016 10:25:43 AM

Cupie · Guru

macka17 wrote:
Well.

As least they'll live forever. in a lot of minds.

So they really. Still here hey.

Beautiful people both of them.

Agree

Unfortunately the film stars of yesteryear.
Mainly the generation above a lot of us,
are in that cycle
A lot of us are too nowadays.
Just be thankful we old enough to have the memories.
I've stood in the same room as Satch, Ella, Dizzy etc,

I assume that BB King is in the etc. group

while they entertained us in Germany in the '60's.
(Attached to US Army with the missiles.)
We got all the touring entertainers there.

Was magic. Jazz Kellars. at all the US bases.
My only similar experience was at the old Gun Emplacements in Darwin after Cyclone Tracey, enjoying the music of visiting IRA fundraisers, while all my mates were smoking pot & I was sipping Chivers

Was a young teenager at the public street celebrations on Lizzie's Coronation.
The whole country got trestle tables. with drinks and cakes etc in all the streets.
And a little red book to commemorate it. Us kids anyway.
And there I was with a bundle of massive Coronation issue evening Telegraph newspapers selling to 3,000 workers in the afternoon rush at The Ipswich (Qld) Railway Workshops.

I remember gaslights in the walls of gran's home. Beer cart drays. and Milkies.
No Gas lights but we were skilled at throwing rocks at the electric street lights on the way home from Scouts. Rocked a few roofs too.
I had jobs with the Milko but he had graduated to a van, unlike the baker who still used the faithful horse & cart. My mate's Father was the local Baker so I spent lots of time helping with the baking & hitching up of the horses who were very good at helping me.
Clothes line props, ice, fruit, veges & fish, were also delivered at the (always open) front door by horse & cart. Beer wasn't delivered but I used to get a penny a bottle returned by push cart to the local publican who would fill them from the keg for patrons at the end of the Saturday arvo session.
I used to sell used newspapers to the local butcher too. No pocket money those days so we had to get as many jobs as possible if we wanted to buy stuff. I also did up old push bikes to sell & helped the Marker at the town pool hall on Saturdays. Made a bit of cash on pin pool, kelly & killer pool when the booze session finished at the pub over the road.
For the regular deliveries the horse would just stroll down the road as the driver ran from house to house returning to the waiting cart to top up with goods. The horse would wait at the right spot while the driver had a chat with customers. The Ice man would put the ice into the ice chest in the kitchen. The Boss would use ice tongs but we only had bits of bag with slots cut to protect our hands.

Standing in queues for food at public canteens after the war.
I still have a book of war time clothing cupons. I keep them with my Fathers' WW2 Army Pay book.

My first motorbike at 15 (shhh) Matchless G3L\3GL?)
350cc single, rigid back end, Springer front.
Went like stink in a straight line,eventually. Had to wind it up.
But like Harleys. Couldn't go round corners.
My first & only motorbike was a tiny Kawasaki that I got from a relo to ride to work. I did so about 4 times & kept falling off. It couldn't go around corners either .. or was it me? When you put on the power with it, it just made more noise in protest but didn't go any faster. On my last trip I struck a patch of gravel on a corner & ended up in the long grass on the roadside with just a few bumps & bruises. After that it was kept on the bottom paddock at my place where BBQ guests after a few sherbets would go for a lap or two until they too crashed .. must have been the bike ... Great entertainment. When we sold the place the coughin' Kawasaki was still propped up under a tree down the back.
what are other peoples memories of yesteryear?. Good and bad.

-- Edited by macka17 on Friday 30th of December 2016 10:25:43 AM

Your memories struck a chord with me .. so I matched them with some of mine in blue