Air conditioning in the FJ was opening the quarter vents on a really hot day, trains were made of timber and you could hang out the doors, dad mowed the grass with a Qualcast, mum did the washing by firing up the copper, delicatessens were called ham & beef shops, bread was wrapped in tissue paper, chips were wrapped in newspaper and newspaper was used in the outside dunny. Divers gave hand signals, our cricket stars were called Davo and Slasher and Bradman was a God. You didn't need a licence to fish, tents weighed a ton and somehow Dad, Mum, three kids,Grandpa and all the bags fitted into the FJ to go on Christmas holidays. Chicken was something special at Christmas and ham came in tins. Oh the memories.