tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664393407924733681.post3554954567068141248..comments2024-03-29T06:59:09.558+10:30Comments on Drifting through life: when I was seventeen...Riverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664393407924733681.post-60887643560182115322012-02-03T14:55:45.549+10:302012-02-03T14:55:45.549+10:30Pearl; best summer of my life!Pearl; best summer of my life!Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664393407924733681.post-55387531982037380322012-02-03T03:24:57.389+10:302012-02-03T03:24:57.389+10:30:-) I can see it, in my mind's eye... Sounds...:-) I can see it, in my mind's eye... Sounds like the perfect summer for a 16 year old!!<br /><br />PearlPearlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05261369905176088917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664393407924733681.post-51617452929659978002012-02-02T23:23:45.604+10:302012-02-02T23:23:45.604+10:30EC; my name wasn't pronounced anything like th...EC; my name wasn't pronounced anything like the spelling, even I don't understand how this particular set of letters produces that particular sound. i'm glad to be rid of it. <br /><br />Kath Lockett; the cheese factory burned down?? I wonder why nobody thought to tell me....my inlaws still live in the town and back then we were still on speaking terms. Water under the bridge now, I suppose.Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664393407924733681.post-32081987808990680882012-02-02T23:15:31.340+10:302012-02-02T23:15:31.340+10:30I *do* remember it, River!
...the other one burne...I *do* remember it, River!<br /><br />...the other one burned down in 1976 and is now where Mobilong prison is located.<br /><br />There wasn't cheese factory work for me when I was sixteen but there was apricot cutting out at Mypolonga. It was hot and hard work and my legs ached from standing all day but, like you, we'd all jump in the river afterwards...... <br /><br />The summer I turned seventeen was the best one of my life but for much different (and much more romantic!) reasons......Kath Locketthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09677312773827236567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664393407924733681.post-12524039041064288202012-02-02T20:12:12.135+10:302012-02-02T20:12:12.135+10:30It is spelt as it sounds (though a few variations ...It is spelt as it sounds (though a few variations are understandable). And yes, the kids did tease me by deliberately mispronouncing it. School days were definitely not the happiest of my life.Elephant's Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06650565833097914052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664393407924733681.post-3594443414144812272012-02-02T19:56:21.627+10:302012-02-02T19:56:21.627+10:30Andrew; I remember feeling as if we owned the rive...Andrew; I remember feeling as if we owned the river that summer. A couple of years later water skis and later still jet skis spoiled the fun, until they were told to only use the far side of the river and stay away from the side where many small children also played. But the magic was gone. <br /><br />Plasman; my mum was using an "Australian" name herself and had blonde hair with blue eyes. When she set up the interview, I suppose the woman was expecting me to look just like mum. The name might not have been such an issue if that was the case, but I'm darker, like my dad, including the brown eyes. <br /><br />Delores; it was the most fabulous summer ever!<br /><br />JeanetteLS; an island in the middle of the river would have added to the fun, but not by much. Summers on the water are the best. <br /><br />Sarah; Did you float alone or with a huge group of friends? I love solitude, but thinking back now, the group we had was so much better than just me alone.<br /><br />Toni; I think of that summer often, but rarely think of the hairdresser. <br />When I divorced my first husband I didn't go back to my maiden name, I chose a name from the phone book and changed legally. My dad was a little upset, but I was remembering years of having to spell the name and trying to explain the pronunciation.<br /><br />EC; Continental names can be difficult. Did you get years of spelling the name and kids teasing you by deliberately mispronouncing it? <br /><br />Windsmoke; It was the late 60's and a little racism was still around, but this was the first I'd ever encountered. And the last, now that I think about it. It didn't bother me, that was her problem. <br />I used to love "those were the days, my friend", but can't remember now who sang it. Remind me?<br /><br />Tempo; those were the very best years. I remember Port Pirie being similarly multicultural, with people from all nationalities working at the smelters. I remember the Greeks who ran the fish'n'chip shops, and the Italians who owned and ran the greengrocers. I remember a couple of Scottish families who seemed to have too many children for their tiny houses, but were always happy. There wasn't any racism in Port Pirie at all. None that I knew about anyway.Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664393407924733681.post-14536854027935902972012-02-02T16:25:31.060+10:302012-02-02T16:25:31.060+10:30Those were the best years eh?
Coming from Whyalla ...Those were the best years eh?<br />Coming from Whyalla across the water from Pirie there were names from all over the globe, brought there during WW2 to work at the steel mills, ship building etc for the war effort. It didnt seem to matter where you came from there, all were friends. It's still like that, racism seems a far off thing indeed.Tempohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01023337124226272532noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664393407924733681.post-71454020390604344932012-02-02T15:56:25.216+10:302012-02-02T15:56:25.216+10:30Bonza trip down memory lane. The hair salon owner...Bonza trip down memory lane. The hair salon owner is a racist for knocking you back for the job because of your name. Here's another song title for ya which should fit in nicely to "Those Were the Days my Friend" :-).Windsmoke.https://www.blogger.com/profile/12225394580987872677noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664393407924733681.post-26877593865783796712012-02-02T15:28:46.034+10:302012-02-02T15:28:46.034+10:30Just magical. Those giant inner tubes and water h...Just magical. Those giant inner tubes and water have a lot of good memories for me too. What a silly woman the owner of the hair dressing salon was. Almost all of us in Oz are migrants. Though my father's very German surname caused some strife for me too .....Elephant's Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06650565833097914052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664393407924733681.post-69726598204542771142012-02-02T10:06:01.666+10:302012-02-02T10:06:01.666+10:30What a fantastic memory. Except for the rude woman...What a fantastic memory. Except for the rude woman, of course.<br />My BF in high school was Polish. She couldn't WAIT to grow up and marry a man named Smith!Tonihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16561240096806868742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664393407924733681.post-56271678752785328792012-02-02T10:05:23.023+10:302012-02-02T10:05:23.023+10:30Your summer sounds wonderful. I grew up near Murra...Your summer sounds wonderful. I grew up near Murray Bridge and have some nice memories of tyre floating on the river as well!Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15168676976901361376noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664393407924733681.post-65194510905894964812012-02-02T09:46:13.242+10:302012-02-02T09:46:13.242+10:30Reminds me of summers at a Lake in New Hampshire, ...Reminds me of summers at a Lake in New Hampshire, USA... Teens hanging out together on a raft on a lake, sometimes water skiing. Or walking. Just walking around the road of an island.<br /><br />Sounds wonderful. And of course, I have BOTH songs in my brain, thank you very much.... !JeannetteLShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13528285846408727632noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664393407924733681.post-1423177931242420602012-02-02T08:43:52.461+10:302012-02-02T08:43:52.461+10:30It sounds like a fabulous summer...way better than...It sounds like a fabulous summer...way better than sweeping up hair.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664393407924733681.post-60638391950453747922012-02-02T08:20:49.267+10:302012-02-02T08:20:49.267+10:30Crikey River,
Why would anybody refuse a job beca...Crikey River,<br /><br />Why would anybody refuse a job because of a surname?<br /><br />And what would have been an acceptable surname?<br /><br />I would have really struggled in a cheese factory - I would have been sacked for eating the stuff.<br /><br />BTW - Summer of '69 is a GREAT track.<br /><br />:0)<br /><br />Cheers<br /><br />PMPlastic Mancunianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01864213919913476168noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664393407924733681.post-52353155049014885812012-02-02T08:11:46.852+10:302012-02-02T08:11:46.852+10:30I'd guess that many of us who grew up in Austr...I'd guess that many of us who grew up in Australia have good teenage memories of water play, with or without the inner tube. Floating down the river in a tyre tube was great fun, until you drifted into blackberries. And of course what goes down river has to come back up.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com