MEMORIES OF WELL MISSPENT YOUTH
Where has the flame of inspired idiocy gone?
by ANNA ROSS & COLIN BANKS
About our childhood at 12 The Grove. The stories start in the 1950s. Then our children and grandchildren have their tales to tell.
"Another world, a rambling house, huge sprawling grounds."
"The rule about not picking unripe fruit, Colin says, was not a problem as there was always plenty of windfall fruit, especially half rotten ones, available to hurl at one another, or the neighbours' roofs, or their chooks, or . . . ."
"With the large dressmaking scissors he carefully cut all the curls off the top of my head, then he cut off the legs of his father's evening trousers, then he had a go at the full length curtains."
"Being in an Austin 10 - we turned right into The Grove going way too fast, the car body flexed and all the doors flew open, luckily no one fell out."