Geez, you were posh. We only had chicken at Christmas. Poultry was the dearest meat back then.Quote:
Originally Posted by RANDLOVER
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Geez, you were posh. We only had chicken at Christmas. Poultry was the dearest meat back then.Quote:
Originally Posted by RANDLOVER
With my parents it was the same,we never had T/A or ever ate out.
Travelling it was whatever was in the car at the time,and in the esky,no car fridges in those days.
In fact one time coming home from Stradbroke Island,the ferry had broken down,we were booked on at around 4.00PM.
The message was it wouldn't be over until around 7.00 PM,so reluctantly my parents had to buy Fish and Chips from the local shop just up the road from the jetty.
They had planned on dinner at home,so we had no dinner with us.
That is actually the only time i can ever remember eating out with them.
We had Christmas dinner on chicken, but in the first half of my childhood chicken was not all that uncommon - we had chooks, and if they stopped laying, they pretty soon appeared on the table as the centrepiece for dinner! I can;t remember when this stopped, but it was probably when we got a refrigerator (I think ours was the first in the street) in about 1948-49 and stopped keeping chooks and started buying half a lamb every week.Quote:
Originally Posted by V8Ian
I can't remember us ever buying chicken after that except for Christmas.
I remember Mum buying rabbit from the local butcher, in the '50s. It must have been cheap. I don't know whether modern butchers would stock it?
We also partook of the chooks that had reached their use by date. They'd be thrown in the laundry copper and my older sister and I would do the plucking. I can still recall the smell, and learning why the term, "Running around like a headless chook" came to be. (Although, some did fly) [biggrin]
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We mostly shot rabbits on a Sunday drive with family friends. Kids restricted to 177 air rifles and a BSA .22 air rifle.
Best effort was just over 100 bunnies in a day. Gut them in the field, carried on your belt, and dress them at home. Sure made a mess on your trouser legs.
Sometimes we would get them from the rabbito, he would come around the streets ringing a hand bell from his horse and cart, yelling "Rabbito!" every house or so.
Even firewood from Gorringes was delivered by horse and cart.
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My gran loved rabbit. So much so that there's no way I'll eat it now. Queen Vic Market butchers here still stock it, farmed.Quote:
Originally Posted by Saitch
Chooks. Things are so stupid they don't know that they are missing their head. Good thing they soon drop, because they'd be buggers to catch else.
We would sometimes get Chinese. Used to take saucepans to the back door of the Chinese restaurant and they'd fill 'em up.
There was a kinda fast food place in maybe Coburg called The Red Barn. It was a US style place I guess. But then The Colonel came. Hated it then, still hate it now. In Wollongong they called it Kentucky Fried Seagull.
I wouldn't feed maccas to a dog.
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Originally Posted by Tins
Rubber band the feet together pre-mortum.
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Quite often my father and older sister went out trapping rabbits. They usually got at least a couple, but that stopped when Myxomatosis was introduced in the early fifties, and on one occasion when Dad and us two boys were coming home from Mulgoa in the Ford T, one ran across the road and knocked itself silly when it hit the wooden spokes of the RH front wheel. Dad stopped and hopped out and picked it up, wrung its neck and put it in the back for dinner that night. I can't picture what road it was, but it was unsealed, bush both sides, and no traffic. Would have been late 1940s.
Sillier, surely?Quote:
Originally Posted by JDNSW