The Week 9 topic from Amy Coffin and Geneabloggers is: Sounds. Describe any sounds that take you back to your childhood. These could be familiar songs, jingles, children playing, or something entirely different.
Thinking of childhood sounds my sub-conscious brought forth an arrayof random and evocative (to me) sounds:
The kookaburras laughing in the trees near our house.
The routine sound of birdsong in the bush near us.
The noise of “washing business” on Monday mornings during school holidays: the machine, the slosh of water as clothes were rinsed.
The sound of the Mixmaster whipping up the week’s baking treats.
Children singing Irish songs as they prepare for St Patrick’s Day.
The clack of the nun’s rosary beads as they walked and the swish of their heavy serge habits (in a sub-tropical climate!)
The chanting of children learning spelling and tables by rote.
Chalk on a blackboard; writing on a slate –horrid, ugly noises.
The whoosh of the cane as it came down in punishment at school.
My mother whistling around the house.
The bell of a delivery van in the street –the baker or the fisho I seem to think, and maybe the butcher?
The silence in the house when Dad was on night-shift and needed to sleep.
The rhythm of saying the rosary out loud at home or at school.
The sound of hand-mowers being pushed around back yards.
Singing around the campfire at Guides.
Kids chanting skipping or hopping rhymes.
The loud clanging of the fire engines as they roared out of the fire station opposite my high school.
The Mr Whippy van playing Greensleeves (when I was a teenager).
The clunk of the trolley bus pole as it disconnected from the electric cable when the driver took a corner the wrong way –or just because it could.
The new Pop music of the 50s and 60s especially the Beatles.
Listening to Oh Tannenbaum at Christmas time on the record player.