04-08-2020, 01:34 PM
Growing up in New Guinea my parents ordered our peak frean biscuits by the full tin. They were sealed by a colourful printed paper wrapper, glued on. One could run a knife around the lid to open, the tins were returnable and you could often see the remains of the old labels under the new wrapper. We never returned the tins and they lined the shelves in the garage, with painted on labels, full of stuff that couldn't be thrown away. The shelves also had screwtop jar lids fixed to their undersides for nails, screws, glue beads or buttons.
Later back in Australia I was very lucky to score a Saturday job at an old fashioned grocers with it's long counter. At one end hung an overhead string pull and underneath brown paper roll dispenser, at the other a large cheese round for the ladies to sniff. Clarrie stood behind with his white apron and short pencil in his ear as the customers scanned the pidgeon holes for supplies. But I digress.
Later back in Australia I was very lucky to score a Saturday job at an old fashioned grocers with it's long counter. At one end hung an overhead string pull and underneath brown paper roll dispenser, at the other a large cheese round for the ladies to sniff. Clarrie stood behind with his white apron and short pencil in his ear as the customers scanned the pidgeon holes for supplies. But I digress.