More Memories from the Museum of Childhood

As I was walking around the museum I saw another toy I use to have.

Now when I was at school before dad had to give up work he used to work as we called it in them days a Dustman not like the wimps of today where they have to pick up plastic bags or just put the plastic bins in a lifter and the cart does all the hard work. Dad use to have to collect the metal bins carry then on his shoulder and lift them up onto the van where a machine use to come down clamp the bin and then turn it upside down and empty it. Those days’ dad used to come home really smelly but he did a good days hard work.

We were poor in them days and I did not have all the new toys that were out I had to make do with whatever mum and dad could afford I was by no means spoilt in any way, but dad being a dust man use to find all sort of things he use to bring home to us and one day he bought this dog home to me on wheels and I loved it. So today at the museum I saw the dog hehe and remembered this story.


Here is the dog I am not sure if I gave him a name I can not remember.