Six Word Saturday: who needs a pram part two


The Big T’s aunts Mary and Dorothy Dove, a pet lamb and the trusty box-cart. Dove family farm, c. 1937-38, Southland, NZ. Photo: Gray-Dove family archive.


11 thoughts on “Six Word Saturday: who needs a pram part two

    • Totally. Simplicity and versatility. Some of my best childhood memories involve wooden crates fro local orchards and the skeleton of a particularly large packing crate that had transported a naval gun to NZ (my dad worked at the naval base)!

      • Yes, today, we fashion things from containers. It was packing crates in our day. My father made a lovely play house for my children from a large packing crate.

  1. Oh….this is adorable! I love the little cat and the fat lamb!
    It brought back so many memories of carts which my brother made as a boy. Once he had a set of wheels almost anything could be utilised to become a cart.
    But an adult made this cart…and I love the box it is made out of. You always stun and surprise us all with your photos, not to mention making us smile!

    • Thank you Karen. I feel very privileged to have access to these photos from a family I wasn’t born into but feel I now belong to by virtue of my relationship with the Big T. πŸ™‚

  2. I thought the last photo was great, Su, but this is even better. It reminded me too, how as a children we always seemed to be looking for boxes to make into something else. Very satisfying turning one thing into another more magical thing – almost as good as Cinderella’s coach and horses from a pumpkin πŸ™‚

  3. Thanks Tish. I found this one in a different folder on the CD and couldn’t believe there were MORE pics of that cart. The Big T’s aunt had told me lots of stories about it, but seeing images of her (and my mother in law) as little kids sitting in … priceless.

    You’re right about the magic of boxes. I remember my brother and I “paddling” fruit crates around the lawn pretending to be pioneers escaping wild injuns – and my son had so much fun with the box our new fridge came in … I think he and a couple of friends virtually lived in it for a while. πŸ™‚

  4. Boxes are so magical in their simplicity and versatility. My stepdad made me a big wooden box that slid under my bed. It had little dividers, and I used it as a dollhouse (picture an aerial view rather than a front view). When I was done playing, I could slide the whole thing, undisturbed, under my bed. That box was my number one favorite toy throughout my entire childhood.

    • πŸ™‚ I so get that; what a wonderful idea. The human imagination is such a cool force; shame so many kids don’t seem to get the chance to exercise theirs.

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