Oh that reminds me of the things hooked on the back of the buses in Nicosia. We lived in Cyprus in the early 1960s and you see olsorts on the front back and even on the roof. Bikes prams boxes chickens in crates etc
Cathy, I think it may have been done in many places. I know New Zealand, perhaps still does, carry baby pushers on the front of buses.
My mother left me in my prom outside the supermarket once and went home
John, R left his sister outside a shop in a pram and went home when he was young. My mother went to a wedding and forgot all about my baby brother at home and asleep.
IN the 80's they were doing the same with buses in WA.Sans bubs, of course.
Jayne, I guess the idea was transferred directly from trams to buses.
Life was more a adventure then when young .Merle.............
It was indeed, Merle.
Never heard of that or seen it. Times have changed since then, or rather people have changed them, we can't do what we used to do unfortunately and we are survivors.
Perhaps they are best suited to dryer climates. Imagine getting one of those now extremely expensive baby carriages wet.
*blush* I left my primary school aged son on a public bus during its 10 mins turn-around time, and rushed into a supermarket. By the time I rushed back to my son, the bus was already revving up to leave :(
Haha Hels. Too late at primary age to blame childbirth hormones.
Although my wife and i regarded our five sons as equals and shared our love and attention there was one sibling who was genetically different and a complete hindrance in later life Such as being Gay , being Married ,Having Two children , divorcing law breaking , Sackings and drugs and generally being a nuisance and is in debt to me and the family.My other sons ask , Dad ,How can you still love him . I reply; simply he is my Son and your Brother.
Vest, isn't that strange how often one will be a black sheep, so to speak.
I left my third child in her pram in a corner of the newsagency and walked two blocks towards home before I remembered her.
River, it seems it is so easy to do.
My young son was three years of age when one evening I went out to pick up my wife and her sister from their work I put the boy in the car back seat, checked the front and back doors of the house came back to the car started the car, put it into reverse looked in the rear mirror and saw his face in the rear window he was seconds from being run over and possibly killed. before you say it (There were no seat belts in that vehicle in 1970.)
Vest, a close call to what must be one of the most horrible experiences imaginable.
Yikes! Hopefully not 😨
Grace, fifties babies were not nearly so precious.