Looking for a product called Rawlies, my mum always had a tin handy

Rawleighs

Here is their web site

The Rawleighs man musta done a bit better where I grew up (FNQ)...
I can remember as a very small kid (early 50's), the rep used to call at my parent's farm in a horse-drawn sulky (as did the Chinaman fruit & vegie man)...

The Rawleighs bloke later upgraded to a FJ panel van, but the ol' Chinaman with his horse & sulky was a regular sight for many years...

Aaahhh, the memories (sigh)..............

;-))

Ian,

Take a Bex or a Vincents powder and have a little lie-down...hahaha

I recall there used to be a Waltons man knocking on the door of our neighbour back in the 50's when I was just a tacker....

Mum said he was there to collect a payment for something the lady had bought on the never-never or on "spec".

I never really understood what all that meant, but grew up to appreciate that my oldies were the opposite; they never bought anything they didn't have the cash for.

I guess that was the pre-cursor of the current finance crisis; people buying stuff they could never possibly afford at the time. Then, by the time they had it paid off, it was buggared and they had to start the whole cycle all over again. Sound familiar??

Roachie

Yeah Roachie,

Remember the Waltons Man and his predecessor who was the Bebarfalds Man.

Bebarfalds Department Store was on the corner of George and Park Streets Sydney, directly opposite the Sydney Town Hall.

The Mother-In-Law worked for them all her adult life then for Waltons when that prock Alan Bond bought out Waltons. Lost every cent of her Super and Long Service Leave when he stripped the company.

Funny to think that when Waltons went belly-up one of their biggest sales products on the "never-never" were actually car tyres.

Customers used to buy tyres from Waltons on a scheme that would have them still paying when the tyres had worn out and needed replacing. What used to really P me off was that they would then drive straight to my Service Station with the expectation that I would fit the tyres for them free of charge because they were a "regular" customer.

One thing about the Rawleighs Man is that his products were competivly priced and sold C.O.D. so that poor people were not sucked into ongoing debt.

Ian

... and the wonderful desserts made from junket tablets.

Cheers,
Bob

I can remember all of those and the Rawleigh's man calling.

Hi their didiaust

I had the same problem with things not healing up, and went and had a blood test,found the Iron levels were to low, so the dock put me on the Ferro--F--tab, has iron and also folic acid, which gave me a boost in the system, and now i dont feel so lethargic,

Cheers for now.....William H...Bunbury...WA.

Thanks for that William- Have blood tests enery few months. Ever since I god that bloody Bahmar Forest Virus- It attacked almost everything. Might try the Ferro F - I assume they are not prescritption only

Di

Di all my trouble started from a "DRY" bag of dynamic lifter i think, and when i opened it the dust must of got into my nose, as i have been very sick since then, yes you can get the ferro--f--tab from the chemist or on a script from your doctor, and i will google the name you have said above, to see what it is, also i was in Cairns for seven weeks from Dec 1 2008 till 22 jan 09, and just left when the Dengie fever started, was luckey not getting that one, i had 50/50 baby oil and detol mixed and nothing got near me, also good for squarting on Cane tods.

Cheers for now....William H...Bunbury...WA.

As a fellow ex Kiwi the thing I miss the most is decent Ice Cream.

When i left in 2002 i could buy at least 15 different flavours of 2 litre tubs at my local Woolworths like Peach, Apricot, Strawberry Ripple,
Boysenberry, Gumdrop,Lime,Neopolitan,plus the rest which i cant remember but wish I could buy them here.
Have to put up with an occasional NZ??? ice cream at the occasional place in shopping malls.

Our Rawleighs dealer in Mosgiel NZ drove araound in a 1934 Ford V8 coupe and did until he died.

Also had a draper a Mr Doodeward who drove around in about a 1926 Dodge truck with his stuff in it. My eternal memory of Rawleighs was having my head stuck over a paper bag with a tin of a Rawleighs cold remedy and hot water burning my eyes while being made to inhale it.


Cheers

Eskimo Pies, Pinkys, Choc Fish, Hokey Pokey Icecream and the occasional [well more than occasional] drop of Lion Brown.

L&P was a great favourite on the odd hot day[hot = 27 degs].

T-Bone steaks from Taranaki, the size of a Chevy hub cap and melt in your mouth after a dose of Watties tomato sauce.

The battered Paua fritter from the greasy lil' italian F&C shop.


Aussies do everything bigger but the Kiwis do it better....hahaha.


Cheers......Lionel.

O.K. camwill69, here's another,

Milk.

Mum used to put a crockery jug out on the front step for the Milkman. Over the top of the jug was an doily to keep out dust, bugs and the bloody Pee Wees or Mudlarks as our southern brethren call them. The doily had a tasselled edge, to which were attached tiny periwinkle sea shells to act as weights and so stop it being blown off in a breeze.

The "Milko" had a two wheeled cart with a squarish wooden body, inside the body was a tank containing the milk which was delivered via two silver coloured taps at the rear. Milko used to fill a largish galvanised churn from the tank then one pint "dipper" in the other hand would move from doorstep to doorstep ladling out the measures. Cream was sold off the van in wide necked glass bottles with stiff cardboard plugs. Cheese was also sold however I don't recall the actual method other than it certainly was not pre-packaged. Some Milkos also had a sideline with so-called "fresh" eggs.

By the way! If the Milkman comes past your place tomorrow don't go near the cart, his horse is a bitch and bites.

Bread.

The "breadman" also had a two wheeled horse drawn cart. The breadman came day other than Sunday about the same time to the cry of "breado". He never touched the reins and I never saw him on the seat of the cart. The horse used to walk along the street and stop at the same place every day for the same period of time, if the breadman got "ahead" the bloody horse would make him run back to the cart until the horse decided that it was time to move forward.

In those days bread was bread, no plastic bags and none of that so called "value added" crap. (Value Added is where you add 15 cents of extras, change the name and slap an $2:75 on the sales price).

Square loaves! Big selection, white or brown? Take your pick.
Then there was Cottage, Vienna or Tank. You could have your bread sliced any way you wanted it, thick, thin or half and half, all sliced by you on your own kitchen table.

The Breadman also had his "extras". A couple of styles of bread rolls and other similar attractions. Nothing too fancy mind you, the Breadman was not allowed by law to retail cakes or confectioneries lest he have an unfair advantage over the retail Cake Shop.

The Breadmans horse is a sweetie, is happy to be patted and will take apples, carrots, bread crusts and even dandelion flowers from the palm of you hand very delicately so as to tickle your hand with her satin like nose as she does so.

Now one day, if your good I might just tell you about the "bottle o" and his legendary battles with his missus.


Ian

Ian, I may venture to say that kids back then had their dose of bacteria that enabled them to play, run, fall over, get back up and keep going.

No problems with ADHD, intollerances, immunity issues etc.

Makes one wonder, with all the so called advances in medicine why so many children suffer these ailments.

Back to basics may be the answer. Maybe a glass of fresh natural milk and a slice of real bread and butter would be more benefical than a bottle of tablets.


Cheers......Lionel.

Hey Lionel,

I reckon your pretty well close on with that observation.


Ian.

What about the man with the ice, Before coming over to WA we use to live in Adelaide and along with the milk man and bread man there was the Ice man, he use to deliver big blocks of ice which as kids we loved to chip pieces off of the corners. This was in the days before refrigerators. I can still see & hear the horses clip clopping down the street.

Looking at the way our grandies are being brought up I often tell my kids that I don't know how they managed to survive not to mention my generation. LOL

Cheers

D

Thanks for reminding me Ian W

I had a horse and cart bread run for a couple of years in the early seventies. I did a run in the Mayfield area (Newcastle) . The horses I had were Don an old grey and Dick a fiesty ex trotter who was short winded. My parents were horrified when I announced I was going to do a bread run and drive a horse & cart but it got me to the beach most days by 1 or 2pm and the wages were male wages so I was chuffed.

The horses needed no instruction they knew the run - the only time I had problems was if you had to return to the bakery on a Long Weekend delivery to top back up. Dick would never come back on the run- Old Don did but never Dick - he was home and that was that. I never had to walk back to the cart - the horse just moved up and grazed. I do remember one day a new set of flats/units had just been built and they had laid square grass patches all over the footpath and when I came back to the cart Dick had managed to dig and flip most of them onto the road. Over those 2 years I had my photo taken many times especially by tourists and I didn't ever take a photo myself. Gee I wish I had as the grandkids and even my workmates are fascinated by my horse & cart stories especially when I point out the busy streets I worked in.

To this day when I hear adds on TV for Dick and Dons the bedding place I think of my 2 four legged work partners.

I even remember getting a 1/2c or 1c bonus for selling sliced bread - hard to imagine that people didn't instantly take to the concept of sliced bread especially noe when we so often hear the saying "best thing since sliced bread"

Thank you all. Still enjoying the great read.

All we have is the Home Icecream Man. Does that count as a great story, not.
Regards,
Camwill69 aka Cam

When I was about 12 I used to go to my mates place and help him milk the cows. His father had the milk run in the small country town we lived in. One afternoon we were doing a fair bit mucking around and not watching the cows, the cups fell off a cow and fell into a very fresh and very runny pile of manure. It had sucked most of it up by the time we noticed. We were too scared to tell his father because he would have copped a hiding. Thankfully no one noticed the value added milk and no one died from drinking it. Mum couldn't work out why I wouldn't drink my milk next morning.

Cheers,
Bob

Gees!

Yes I remember that one, I now suspect that it was probably milk of magnesia with an overload of flavouring chucked into it.

Ian

Sorry it should be $15:50 per tin.

Cheers for now...William H...Bunbury...WA