Back again to dunny stories (C8 last week), which continue relentlessly. However, there has also been a number of questionable, although funny, ditties and lost sandwich jokes that C8 won’t be publishing, to keep itself nice.
Sharon McGuinness of Thirroul reports, “I’m used to seeing the ubiquitous ugly dunny hired by building contractors, but I was slightly thrilled this week to see a real timber dunny on a site in my street. With its extended roof, it is a glorious sight.”
Graham Short of Cremorne says, “My late uncle and auntie in their holiday home in Wamberal had an outside loo. Once the dunny man failed to empty it. Auntie Beryl contacted the contractor to complain. Next thing you know, he arrived in a new luxury Yank tank and placed the can in its capacious boot. When Auntie expressed surprise his response was, ‘S–t paid for this car so s–t can be carried in it’.”
Last week’s mention of Duffy Ave reminded Alex Springall of Westleigh of, “Minnie and her husband, who lived on the corner of Duffy Ave and Quarter Sessions Rd, where any spillage would have flowed. They had a large and very productive flower garden, as well as a prolific stand of privet whose descendants live on in the area. Coincidence? I think not.”
Memories also for Elly Haynes, now of Orange, “When my grandmother heard the dunny truck thundering down Duffy Ave she would shout ‘Quick! Run!’ and we’d rush to snip a bit from the rosemary bush, rub it in our hands and breath in the beautiful aroma.”
Then, in dunny-adjacent news, Jim Dewar of Davistown remembers, “My dad’s garden featured a sunken ‘dung-bin’, well stocked by cows in an adjacent field. Eleven-year-old me, dressed in my Sunday best, managed to step backwards into it while watching a plane pass overhead.”
Vicky Davies of Turramurra adds, “When we finally got connected to the sewerage our old septic tank was filled with soil and became my father’s veggie garden.”
A momentary return to deliveries: many Col8ers also remember collecting delivery men’s horses’ deliveries for the garden. However, from Rockdale, Ros Turkington speaks of her grandmother’s bigger possibilities, “One day she looked out the window to see elephants, part of a circus that set up camp in the park down the road. Ever after, she bemoaned having been too shy to take a bucket out for her roses.”
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