This lolly water bottle top was used in my grandparents soft drink family in Katherine in the 1950's. Looking at the phone number and smiling. I remember my best friends phone number was 491. Its funny what you remember because she or her sister can not remember that number at all. The lolly water factory was a wonderland for us kids because of all the machinery, the exploding bottles and THE SYRUP room with all those delicious smell. Nanna walking around with a sweat rag around her neck to stop it from dripping on her recipes and in the mixes. It was a joy to go to the bakery and proudly look at all the coloured lolly water displayed there, although sometimes there would be frogs, cockroaches and flys inside the capped bottle, which even I knew was a bit embarrassing. Oh yeah, and I really had a strange habit of putting my fingers and arms in holes and between things and one day I put my arm in between the counters at the bakery and couldn't get it out. With all the tugging the adults were doing and my screaming the whole time made it swell and they had to call some men in to shift the counters away from my arm. ahhh the good old days. Luvin you up Gwen and Hen xxxx
Thursday, 25 February 2010
Scotts Quality Drinks - Katherine
This lolly water bottle top was used in my grandparents soft drink family in Katherine in the 1950's. Looking at the phone number and smiling. I remember my best friends phone number was 491. Its funny what you remember because she or her sister can not remember that number at all. The lolly water factory was a wonderland for us kids because of all the machinery, the exploding bottles and THE SYRUP room with all those delicious smell. Nanna walking around with a sweat rag around her neck to stop it from dripping on her recipes and in the mixes. It was a joy to go to the bakery and proudly look at all the coloured lolly water displayed there, although sometimes there would be frogs, cockroaches and flys inside the capped bottle, which even I knew was a bit embarrassing. Oh yeah, and I really had a strange habit of putting my fingers and arms in holes and between things and one day I put my arm in between the counters at the bakery and couldn't get it out. With all the tugging the adults were doing and my screaming the whole time made it swell and they had to call some men in to shift the counters away from my arm. ahhh the good old days. Luvin you up Gwen and Hen xxxx
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You really had a thing about putting your arms/hands into things, didn't you? Wasn't there an early entry about having the same issue on a TAA flight?
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