A collection of tales of growing up in a working class suburb of South Australia in the 1950’s.
The focus of the first Part [named, aptly enough – The Butcher Shop] is on Dad’s shop and intriguingly named chapters follow – naturally focused on this area – my home. They go like this –
The Master Butcher Purveyors of Quality Meat When Maths was still Arithmetic
The Butcher’s Daughter He Called me Butch [I did say ‘intriguingly named’!]
and The Butcher’s Picnic – Parts One, Two and Three.
If you fancy a walk on the mild side, along the garden path of yesteryear, this memoir is sure to delight your senses and hopefully stir some precious memories of your own.