I went to Watson's Auctions this morning to buy a large brass Asian statue which I was going to use for hanging my jewellery on. It lives in a tangled mess in a basket on the chest of drawers at the moment. Buddhas and similar statues were fetching quite a high price so I bought a job lot of railway memorabilia instead. It was much more fun and sorting through all the boxes on return was like christmas in the old days.
One of the old books is shown below. I shall tell you more about the railway stuff in another blog because this book has enthralled me.
One of the old books is shown below. I shall tell you more about the railway stuff in another blog because this book has enthralled me.
It was published in 1927 and tells the story of two children going for their first ride in the car that Daddy has bought. Gender roles are clearly stated!
Men were easily flattered at an early age. And quite good at pretending they knew what was going on by mentioning magnetos whilst looking under the bonnet of a car.
I suppose Dolly got quite good at making sandwiches and setting out a picnic in much the same way.
Men were easily flattered at an early age. And quite good at pretending they knew what was going on by mentioning magnetos whilst looking under the bonnet of a car.
I suppose Dolly got quite good at making sandwiches and setting out a picnic in much the same way. The earlest campervans are also demonstrated as are many "other" sorts of vehicles.
Even way back then, Ozzies were visiting "the old Dart" and travelling around in jolly charabanc loads, landing on distant rels for a feed and stop-over for a month or two, visiting old buildings and pulling beers in the local for a job.
Americans wisely stayed home. Luckily they ALL enjoyed camping out in the woods, regardless of the grizzlies.
And as for those Africans. They were always smiling even when they were the butt of a bad pun and the whole village was loaded onto a mere two wheeler.
Cheers for now Gillian
Even way back then, Ozzies were visiting "the old Dart" and travelling around in jolly charabanc loads, landing on distant rels for a feed and stop-over for a month or two, visiting old buildings and pulling beers in the local for a job.
Americans wisely stayed home. Luckily they ALL enjoyed camping out in the woods, regardless of the grizzlies.
And as for those Africans. They were always smiling even when they were the butt of a bad pun and the whole village was loaded onto a mere two wheeler.
Cheers for now Gillian
1 comment:
It gave me much pleasure reading the above and not a little nostalgia - I do miss the surprises in the book boxes sometimes.
The text is so very reminiscent of Enid Blyton. It's something to be thankful for that we females have broken free from the stereotyping. I quite liked my wifely role in the marriage but I wouldn't have liked it half as much if i'd thought I had no option!
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