OK. Time to address the elephant in the chat room. Readers who got the print edition of the Herald on Friday will have experienced somewhat of a past-C8 experience in discovering last Friday’s (August 8) column getting an encore of sorts. While the online community were unscathed, our faithful page-turners who get the physical copy are right to feel incensed. We apologise unreservedly and can assure all that we are not recycling old columns as some sort of cost-cutting measure. We will email a copy of Friday’s actual column to anyone who requests it.
At least some readers got something out of the confusion, with Margaret Broadbent of Dunbogan stating that “it has given this old war baby’s brain a boost of confidence in its working order.” While Ron Johnston of Wollongong saw it as an opportunity to use the dunce cap (C8) currently under discussion.
Which brings us to Mary Billing of Allambie Heights who recalls that “my dear friend Beverley, at about seven-years-old, was made by the nuns to stand on a wobbly chair for some time with a ‘Dunce’ label tied around her neck. She never forgot it.”
Col Begg has opened a case of worms with memories of the old Globite (C8), but not all are fond ones. Andrew Taubman of Queens Park notes: “60 years later, I still have callouses on my hands from carrying a hundredweight of books in my Globite for hours a day. Backpacks existed then; why didn’t we schoolkids use them?”
“When he finished with it, I used my son’s much stickered Globite case to carry my paints and brushes for my adult art classes,” says Lance Dover of Pretty Beach. “It caused much comment from the other students and was actually an artwork in itself. It finally gave up the fight years later from oils and paint thinners leaking inside but what a good thing.”
Gary Logan of Bardia reckons “they were the only school cases strong enough to sit on, end up, while waiting for the bus.”
“In the good old days of regular dinner parties, a mate turned up with a large (750ml) can of DA (C8),” recalls Tom Meakin of Port Macquarie. “It was popped in the fridge but not opened. I took it to the next dinner, but it remained unopened there too. And so began a tradition whereby this can became immortalised but never consumed.”
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