Doug and I were talking the other day of his fathers first Car, an ‘A Model’ ford. Attributed to his mothers disciplined money management, he drove a car in the late thirties, early forties when very few people could afford one. The Ford was used mostly for his Telson’s rounds, selling ointments, salves and spices from door to door. It was put up on blocks, at his Auntie Mary’s house, when he was sent to Melbourne by Manpower during the war. (See ‘four chocolate coated ice creams’) Many different tradespeople came knocking on our door in times past selling their wares; we knew them all by name. Nowadays it is almost with caution that we answer the door. Often its a cash strapped Uni student or backpacker trying to make a quid by selling me a new Power supplier. As soon as I answer the door I know I’m not going to be interested, but I feel awful as I tell them so.
How times have changed. Or have they? I was heartened yesterday when Vanessa, a friend of Meredith’s, told me that her husband was stunned because she buys enough ‘stuff’; on the Internet that she actually knows the name of her Parcel delivery man. Amazing! I’m still giggling about it. LOL