A butcher’s shop from Sepia Saturday to inspire us this week. Or perhaps, pigs, or shops, or white aprons, or whatever rises to the surface on viewing this image.
So I will return to an image I have used before, that of Robert Butler, farmer and butcher of Moolort then Newstead in Central Victoria, and his mobile butcher’s cart. He married my great aunt Eliza Fricke in 1901
This is a 1920s photo of butcher Bert Fahey, with the cart belonging to a Mr Rettke, possibly in the Camperdown, Murchison or Shepparton districts and was posted in Lost Country Victoria by Bert’s son. The butcher is about to sharpen his knife on a sharpening steel and has some spring scales hanging from the roof of the cart ready to weight the meat.
I have a feeling that I might turn vegetarian if I had to buy my meat in this fashion.
But I am having trouble concentrating on all things related to butchers at the moment as it seems to be that time of year when Ant School from somewhere around my place is in Work Experience week. In summer you come to expect the occasional trail of well-organized mature little fellows going Hup, two, three, four, Hup, two, three, four making a beeline for the kitchen. But in Work Experience Week it is just these little groups of untested baby ants being sent out on reconnaissance missions to see how they go. They soon come to a very unfortunate end but no-one comes looking for them, they have failed, they are expendable. And when they don’t return another little group ventures out along a slightly different route, only to meet with the same fate. Poor little ants.
More butchers, pigs, shops etc, but probably no ants, will be found in this week’s Sepia Saturday post.