Memory Lane

I remember this shop being painted bright, bright yellow!

The mail truck used to arrive once a week out the front and the kids would queue to ride on the back as it drove around the town.

In those days, the shop-keeper left books and magazines on a small table (under the rear verandah) for kids to borrow.  (This memory prompted our donation of books to the modern library).

Across the road from the Museum

I realised when looking at this building that long ago it had been divided into several cabins; where my family had stayed when I was a child, before we bought our house.

(Nowadays it was the home of two miners).