I learned to use chopsticks when I was a kid. My Dad was the entrepreneurial type, always starting new businesses, always swearing that ‘this was the one’. We had periods when I was very young when we didn’t have a… Read More ›
nostalgia
Harold Schechter in ‘Fiend: The Shocking True Story of America’s Youngest Serial Killer’
“…there is some abiding human need to imagine the past as a paradise – a golden age of innocence from which we have been tragically expelled. But a dispassionate look at the historical facts suggests there are few, if any,… Read More ›
Harold Schechter in ‘Fiend: The Shocking True Story of America’s Youngest Serial Killer’
“The longing for a bygone age – for a time when life was slower, sweeter, simpler – is such a basic human impulse that it often blinds us to the fact that the ‘good old days’ were a lot worse… Read More ›
The Humble Milk Delivery
I remember when I was a child visiting my grandmother in North Rocks, NSW. Staying over in school holidays was a coveted treat because it gave us the chance to be there on ‘milk day’. Milk day came two or… Read More ›
Bygones
Things you don’t see as often anymore. Horse troughs Though I’m sure there are plenty in the country Brushed nylon sheets Bellows Cakestands Football pools coupons Milk floats I had to look this one up! Inkwells Nightcaps Three-wheeled cars I… Read More ›
