For some reason, unknown to me, there was a fascination for Billy Goat Carts.
When we moved from the farm at Cobbity to Queen Street Campbelltown we said goodbye to all the animals, including Granny Grunch, the cow we used to ride, but we had a goat in the yard in the main street of Cambelltown as late as 1962 I believe. Pictures of children and their carts, much like this one, were very common. There was also the annual ritual of the gala, or fancy dress ball to look forward to, and I remember mum sowing hundreds of beads on sugar sack material to make me an indian outfit when I ws very small. I won the prize!
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