Southern Shark said:
Does Cronulla need a second hotel. Everyone knows it does. Take the shops and smaller restaurants out of the old Cecil and re open it as a hotel overlooking the park. A decent place to drink with views and closer to the station. Many NSW country towns with one tenth the population of Cronulla have 3,4 or 5 hotels plus two or three clubs.
I remember being a snotty nosed kid and Good Old Dad, as was the practice in the Good Old Days, would take Good Old Mum, me older sis, and little me down to the Cecil for a drive. We lived in Gymea. I suppose it would of been around 1960.
Dad would conveniently park Good Old Mum, me big sis and me under one of the pines. Find his way to the Cecil Public Bar and eventually rematerialize with a Lemon squash for Mum ( a proper pub one too, not one of those farkcan machine ones), two red drinks for the brats along with two packets of Smiths Original Crisps, no choices then.... just fair dinkum chips.... no poofy salt and vinegar, or BBQ, just thick cut properies.
He would then disappear and would eventually reappear much later with another round of the same wonderfull products. We were entertained by watching the crowds roll through the park after obviously leaving the railway station. I forget how "many trains" it was between red drinks for me.
Sometimes we were even allowed to go down to the shop on the beach at the bottom of the stairs and buy a dagwood dog. The shop was just south of the ocean pools - Arrhhh the good old days.
Mum usually got itchy feet when it got that dark that we couldn't see the beach anymore and she would the repossess Dad from the evil den that was the Public Bar of the Cecil. Cause in the Good Old Days women weren't allowed in the Public Bar.
Then it was back up the hill to Gymea. Driver pissed, Mother Happy, Kids Sleeping ...
Memries,
Like the corners of my mind
Misty water-colored memories
Of the way we were
Scattered pictures,
Of the smiles we left behind
Smiles we gave to one another
For the way we were
Can it be that it was all so simple then?
Or has time re-written every line?
If we had the chance to do it all again
Tell me, would we? could we?
Memries, may be beautiful and yet
Whats too painful to remember
We simply choose to forget
So its the laughter
We will remember
Whenever we remember...
The way we were...
The way we were...
Cheers
Declared Old Idiot #88
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