Admittedly there weren't too many restaurants of any persuasion in the '50's.
We didn't have a long drop we had a "chocolate wheel" dunny. This had a rotating plate. where you would now find the water trap, connected to the seat lid so that when you had finished you shut the lid and the disc rotated and the nasties were scrapped off by a blade. I wouldn't want he job of adjusting the blade.
The result was composted in a pit that was emptied every few years. I can clearly remember the crew jumping into the pit and scooping up the gelatinous mass in night cans and taking them away. Didn't smell so it can't have been too bad.
Zuffen I had forgotten about Chinese restaurants. Maybe because living in the country we did not have any. My Inlaws talked about taking their billy or saucepan to the Chinese and getting enough for a meal for a family of three for one shilling and threepence or was it one and ninepence, I am not sure.
I have my shoulder to the wheel,
my nose to the grindstone,
I've put my best foot forward,
I've put my back into it,
I'm gritting my teeth,
Our throne room was out the back. We had neither a long drop or weekly collection. We had a can under the seat that dad had to dig a hole and bury each week or more often if we had visitors. If the old fella was away, the task fell to my brother and me. When we first started, the can was too heavy for one of us, so we had to both carry it out to the hole we had dug. To this day, I have a chronic aversion to crap.
When it comes to food, we had the basics and ate what was put on the plate. Still hate cabbage, collieflower, spinach. Like Morris, we had toast and dripping when butter was scarce. Wasn't bad with pepper and salt. I kept chooks so we had a roast chicken dinner about once a month and as a delicacy, occasionally mum would buy half a pigs head which had been "cured". Poor mans ham.
In town we had a choice of fish and chips/ scallops, (with or without vinegar), as salt was mandatory, hamburgers and in the late '60s, a chinses restaurant opened with a menu of about ten choices. We thought we had hit the big time and the town had come of age.
Life was simpler then. We made our own fun, worked together and we all survived.
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No way we ever knew about Chinese Restaurants mainly because Ma was so racist to Asians of any kind because of WW2 and never forgot. Mind you when Ma n Pa sold up from Sydney to move up here aparently it was ok to take the money of an Asisan who bought the house. She would not comment on that!
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