An old school friend (actually, the boy next door) sent me these photos of Brisbane in the sixties, when trams were still the main mode of transport. Quite a blast from the past. Just looking at these pics, I can hear the swishingsound of the trams zipping along the rails and the pinging sound they made (can't remember what caused it,) and the bells... ... and getting off the Bardon tram on a cold winter's afternoon after netball, using some of my pocket money to buy chips wrapped in paper (from one of the shops just behind the tram above). The chips were salty and just the right balance -- not quite crisp and not quite soggy. Divine -- and not the sort of afternoon treat normally sanctioned by my mother. I had to take my gloves off to eat the chips, but there were no prefects watching, and as I walked home down the long hill on Cooper's Camp Road I enjoyed them as much as anything I’ve ever eaten.
3 comments:
Wow that is a blast from the past! Great pics!
Happy memories indeed!! I really remember the smell of my blazer when it had been rained on: all woolly and damp.
Oh, now that you've described it, I can get a whiff of that smell, 2paw.
Remembering the smells of the past -- now that's an interesting exercise.
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