tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post3111472026649521703..comments2023-05-24T23:33:57.516+10:00Comments on My Unwelcome Stranger: More Calliope tales (pt 4): Aunty Anne’s TVDenis Wrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12786035137418348609noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-22704772161355559992011-04-29T13:22:11.762+10:002011-04-29T13:22:11.762+10:00Our local repairman of radios, then tvs, Tom Flood...Our local repairman of radios, then tvs, Tom Flood, had a little electrical goods shop in Kingscliff's small main street. That's where many of the kids (and a few adults) would go in the evenings to watch the amazing new television!!! Sitting on the footpath looking in the window with a little gaggle of townsfolk (but not our parents), my girl cousin and I were there, about 9 years old, in our pyjamas. Imagine that happening these days! And we weren't kidnapped by paedophiles, sold drugs, or otherwise 'rooned' as kids these days would surely be, according to popular belief. It was good! We had adventures! And the only harm in the daily escapades was possible sunburn or cut feet - after dark we did have to watch out for the sandmining trucks tearing down the hill. But you knew they were coming. The whole ground shook and they were lit up like circuses.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com