I remember the dunny man carrying it on his head down the driveway to his truck. One day he arrived at his truck covered in the cans contents. The bottom gave way.
Struth! I can smell it as I write this.
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Growing up in a country town in South Aust, I can remember the dunny man doing pick ups mainly during the day, even in summer which would not have neen pleasant. He used to wear a leather type apron over his shoulder and carry the cans on his shoulder. He was a recently arrived immigrant from Europe and used to collect beer and soft drink bottles and other assorted rubbish as well as dunny cans and made an absolute fortune.
Growing up in a country town in South Aust, I can remember the dunny man doing pick ups mainly during the day, even in summer which would not have neen pleasant. He used to wear a leather type apron over his shoulder and carry the cans on his shoulder. He was a recently arrived immigrant from Europe and used to collect beer and soft drink bottles and other assorted rubbish as well as dunny cans and made an absolute fortune.
Oh yes, and with the very full ones some product would escape and run down the fellows shoulder.
I recon the driver of the 44 door saloon that came to our place was a bottlo as well, but he would come back later in the day to get the bottles.
Craig, from memory I think those cans were coated in creosote or some kind of tar to stop them rusting.
-- Edited by Clarky 1 on Sunday 30th of January 2022 10:56:55 PM
Craig, from memory I think those cans were coated in creosote or some kind of tar to stop them rusting.
Yep, which reminds me of a little known fact about Freeman's Waterhole NSW; At the original (Stage Coach Depot) well at the waterhole in 1800's, whilst being dug out to obtain more access to water the sandy sides kept falling in. To solve the problem tar coated "Dunny Cans" had their bottom chiseled out and then they were stuck together end on end (by applying blowtorch to melt the tar providing a great bond) the dunny can tube was then inserted into the well to provide wall stability. I believe there were several of these together giving a honeycomb appearance.
It was a source of merriment amongst locals when they knew that all the "Toffs" stopping at the stage stop were drinking their tea from water from the dunny cans.
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Clarky, they were in Tassie for sure, black as, well apart from the odd squirt. Our local dump was a big square pit dug into a sandy patch of ground, maybe 20m x 20 m and evaporation then took over as well.(Just as you approach the Stanley Green Hills, on the left.
This one came from beside old West Albury evap pits in late 1980's. I am going to try to pencil rub the little plaque to see who made it.
An elderly neighbour ( now departed) once told me of an episode one cold night she heard a commotion in the backyard upon investigation she found Dan covered in excretment.
The quiot had fallen out or rather in on the dunny can, she said the poor bloke was in a panic, so she got the hose and hosed him down and gave him a pair of her husbands overalls. For some unknown reason he didn't want his clothes back, can't understand that.
Another night a mate and myself got dropped at his place and Dan was parked outside, we were walking around to the back door and Dan approached carrying his Can, I was a little phissed so I said " Hey Pedro someone is stealing your s**t " and Dan said " well here you can keep it then" and took off.
I remember that all the dogs in the street liked the dunny men. Maybe the smell was like their favourite aftershave.
I remember one of our neighbours worked on the pie cart for a while. He told us, much to our hysterics, that the biggest danger they faced was either treading on the wheel of a push bike left lying on the ground or running into the wires of one of those wooden pole clothes lines whilst running with a full one on the shoulder.
