tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21282676.post112992271022781444..comments2024-03-18T18:47:19.962+10:30Comments on Back Valley seasons: Magpies and memoriesPennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14177627504060328999noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21282676.post-35974107124798854632012-02-05T22:09:31.112+10:302012-02-05T22:09:31.112+10:30I experienced it firsthand while staying with you ...I experienced it firsthand while staying with you at your grandmother's. Do you remember we always took a sprig of wormwood with us when we went outside because of the flies? You probably still do it! I also remember my mother labouring over a wood stove during our holidays at Port Willunga. She didn't try sponge cakes though, but did a good job with roast lamb and fish on boiling hot days. I remember your grandmother's butter, the oil lamps and the wrigglers in the drinking water. We had those at home as well. But we were much more alive than our city kids today who spend their lives looking at you tube on their laptops. It was -12° here on the balcony this morning. But wonderful sunshine and blue skies, so we can't complain. Lots of love,<br />virginiavirginiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07800590738601325987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21282676.post-81918657064923859772012-02-04T23:35:43.540+10:302012-02-04T23:35:43.540+10:30You brought it all back, Penny. Our well never ran...You brought it all back, Penny. Our well never ran dry and how I loved a fresh drink from the dipper in our bucket at the sink. That is until we found a dead cat floating in the well. Then they added a lot of disinfectant to water which we tasted for months... The tin tub by the coal stove in the winter-- I froze...As for the loo--phoo. From 5-years-old on I would sneak next door to use their inside bathroom. I'd make polite conversation as long as I could before asking to visit their restroom-- I bet they timed me...<br /><br />annieanniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06021356337010751802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21282676.post-69525758013288935972012-02-04T23:09:49.216+10:302012-02-04T23:09:49.216+10:30Your fond memories of your grandmother are the sam...Your fond memories of your grandmother are the same as mine for my great-grandmother, almost exact in every detail. Loved eating her homemade butter on fresh baked bread, which she baked in an enormous stove with a cast iron top. Lovely post, Penny!Wanda.....https://www.blogger.com/profile/00551160819558198338noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21282676.post-37654446670635958052012-02-04T22:01:23.250+10:302012-02-04T22:01:23.250+10:30Wonderful memories Penny, I can relate to those. ...Wonderful memories Penny, I can relate to those. did you ever experience carbide lamps - very bright light, but oh the smell! Zinc lined charcoal cool rooms were all the go in our district - with the hose running over the walls to keep stuff cool. How times have changed. I hated the old heavy flat irons which we had to use when the power was not on. The Mrs. Potts irons were a wonderful invention. The younger readers probably don't have a clue what we are even talking about! CheersRobin Machttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14306137274084617478noreply@blogger.com