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I had a lovely phone call from Shirley Fynmore of Andersons Bay about the exhibition, and she has since emailed me her story and an accompanying image:
"The photo with this message is of me, not quite 2 years old, standing beside a very large chocolate box.
"I remember the empty box, as it was kept for several years after.
"My lifelong interest in photographing people, places and events is a useful continuation of family history."
Thanks Shirley. That is certainly a seriously-sized box of choccies!Helpful catsJulian Price of Creedmoor in North Otago sent in the photo of his cat, Orville, helping supervise the sorting of ewe hoggets.
"His brother Wilbur often helps in the sheep yards too."
And Pam Robertson of Broad Bay sent in the other photograph used here today.
"This is my cat Ana rescued from the SPCA some years ago. She has a real passion for bags and boxes.
"She has been caught this time in my insulated supermarket bag. She is a real character and such a good companion."
At least I think it’s a limerick. I’m sure if it isn’t someone out there will let me know!
This gem comes from Tom Landreth of Cromwell:
Said worried car driver, Priscilla,
"This petrol price rise is a killer.
With the tank nearly empty
It used to take 20
But now 80 dollars won’t fill ’er."
It’s night cart time ...
Jean Young of East Taieri says in the early 1960s she did her nursing training at Balclutha Hospital.
"I had a male friend who did the night-cart run. I remember very clearly going with him one night and doing my very best not to let the odour cause me to vomit.
"I think back about that now and realise that ‘date’ night would be something the young folk could never imagine these days!"
It was certainly not your usual date, Jean.
Yvonne Ritchie remembers the night cart coming to her nana’s house in Palmerston.
"The toilet walls were covered with newspaper articles and I can still remember reading and looking at the photos of the Sew Hoy family when they came to Dunedin many years ago. The youngest son (Duncan?) was only a small boy at that time."
Finally, Laurence Bevin shares this slightly risque night-cart story.
"In the late 1950s, going to catch the school train from Bluff to Invercargill, the night-cart truck had lost a couple of cans on the corner and the driver was out with a broom and shovel.
"Someone ... shouted out, ‘What are you up to?’. His reply was: ‘I’m having a stocktake and I’m two s...s short’."