Wednesday, 29 July 2015

Bicycles - 3 sleeps to go ...


In Clarence Street in Sydney, there are at least three cycleries. This was glimpsed through the doorway of one of them.

My father's first job, at the end of second year high-school - aged 14 - was to work in a haberdashery warehouse. He was one of those back-room johnnies, who cut lengths from bolts of cloth for salesmen who travelled around our state, trying to flog longer lengths to small stores. He vowed never again; never again would he take a job where the superior checked the cleanliness of his finger-nails each morning.

So, upon his demob from the army at the end of 1945 - with a wife and son to support - he set himself up as a fruit & veg man travelling in his converted tabletop Bedford from street to street in suburbs close to where he lived, selling produce to "the missus".

He was bemoaning to me, late in his life, that when he came back from the army, he should have opened a bicycle shop. As you can see from my photo yesterday, he was a cyclist from way-back. He had the build for it. He had the sales-savvy for it. He could strip and reassemble nearly anything, no matter how many wheels. He had a truck licence, a car licence, and a motor-bike licence.

We all have our shouldas ...

Tuesday, 28 July 2015

Bicycles - 4 sleeps to go ...


My grand-daughter, Alannah, turned 5 last week. She flew solo (sans training wheels) on Mothers' Day, which in Australia is the second Sunday in May.

My father, Laurie (1921-2011) was 18 in 1939, when this shot was taken the morning after the awards night of the Hornsby & District Amateur Cycling Club.


Monday, 27 July 2015

Bicycles - 5 sleeps to go ...


A bicycle racked, with its partner, beside the Museum of Contemporary Art, at Circular Quay, yesterday afternoon.

Friday, 24 July 2015

Central Station's "Grand Concourse"


These photographs were all taken at 8am on a Sunday. Hence, the sparsity of travellers! My Central Coast train left from Platform 9 at 8:15am.


When I returned at about 2:30pm, hundreds of people alighted from my train alone. Other than week-day peaks, I should think that Saturday arvo is one of the busiest times for train travel in my state. People seem to come to the city for the major-league football.


All railway stations in the CBD are having cosmetic renovations. The renos at Central are just about complete. The renos at Wynyard Station are a challenge to negotiate.