X marks the memories.
Odd place for a photo eh! This is Sandgate Dry Cleaners in the suburb of the same name (Sandgate that is!) of Brisbane. We had a walk around in the blustery sunshine Saturday morning and passed this rather long lived shop, bringing forth its usual swathe of memories. I told you I was pensive this weekend!
When I was a kid in the '60's, my dear Aunty was the manager of this exact shop, then part of the Peerless Dry Cleaners group. It has hardly changed, maybe the computer screen on the counter and perhaps the counter has been refurbished, but otherwise, it looks no different from when my sister and I used to spend hours here, waiting for my Aunty to finish work and take us home to her place. When I think about this now, I wonder where my Mum was...maybe out shopping but not far away I am sure.
My Aunty's home, the family home was not far away in adjacent Brighton. I am much older now then they were back then. Where did all those years go? And how great to be back in their always loving embrace. I guess we all have memories of childhood like this in millions of different ways. Personal and irreplaceable.
Well, that's enough of that, but whenever we occasionally walk past, I can still see my Aunty's smiling face at that counter serving a happy customer. And she never had to ask them to wear a mask!
See the very professional sign on the counter!
X marks the memories.
Odd place for a photo eh! This is Sandgate Dry Cleaners in the suburb of the same name (Sandgate that is!) of Brisbane. We had a walk around in the blustery sunshine Saturday morning and passed this rather long lived shop, bringing forth its usual swathe of memories. I told you I was pensive this weekend!
When I was a kid in the '60's, my dear Aunty was the manager of this exact shop, then part of the Peerless Dry Cleaners group. It has hardly changed, maybe the computer screen on the counter and perhaps the counter has been refurbished, but otherwise, it looks no different from when my sister and I used to spend hours here, waiting for my Aunty to finish work and take us home to her place. When I think about this now, I wonder where my Mum was...maybe out shopping but not far away I am sure.
My Aunty's home, the family home was not far away in adjacent Brighton. I am much older now then they were back then. Where did all those years go? And how great to be back in their always loving embrace. I guess we all have memories of childhood like this in millions of different ways. Personal and irreplaceable.
Well, that's enough of that, but whenever we occasionally walk past, I can still see my Aunty's smiling face at that counter serving a happy customer. And she never had to ask them to wear a mask!
See the very professional sign on the counter!