Of Mother’s Day and Hammer and Sickle.
May 8, 2012
Share Mother’s Day with us at Bunnings. (Bring the kids)
It’s hard to believe, but that’s what the blinking sign said. We came home late from Sydney and drove past that sign at Mittagong. ‘Barbeque and jumping castle will be there’, was added for good measure. It just never stops, does it? The barbeque, of course, was meant to entice the forever hungry male partner, the jumping castle for the kids. Nothing was left to chance. It had all been worked out after weeks of doing surveys and conducting polls.
Grey’s advertising team had been working on this campaign (feverishly) and with a $600.000 budget was expected to come up with the goods. The ‘goods’ being a gross return of at least $20.million for that single day of the year spread around Sydney’s suburban stores. There was a palpable buzz of excitement around head office in the days leading up to the big event. Office boys were recklessly flirting with the typists and a team leader had even been so brash as to put his hand on the shoulder of the manager in charge of bolt-cutters and wrenches divisions. This time, she allowed his hand to remain…- Bolt cutters and wrenches are big ticket items for Bunnings, hugely profitable, and at least as big as bananas are for Woolworth. – She was hoping for a bonus and thus allowed his hand to linger longer than she would normally tolerate.
I can never think of wrenches and not come to a smile. Every time we catch the train to Sydney we go past my old stamping ground of Revesby. Not that there ever was a huge ‘stamping’ going on at Revesby in the late fifties, unless of course you consider crawling over a lawn and picking at the grass or staring at petunia beds from behind the venetians enormously riveting.
However, Revesby is well known for its Workers Club. Many famous artists have performed there including The Bee Gees and Diana Ross. Even today some of the best gigs sooner or later appear at Revesby’s Workers club. The reason for my mirth when the train passes Revesby is its large cement and white painted emblem at the front of this huge building, high up the façade, facing the railway. It has a hammer and a wrench crossed over. I can just imagine the numerous meetings held by Revesby’s Workers club management, trying to iron out how to put a recognizable face to the club. Clearly the word ‘Workers Club’ indicated an affiliation with ‘workers’, but, at the same time, there must have been some in management hesitant to use the ‘hammer and sickle’ emblem. The symbolism of that emblem could too clearly and too soon be perceived as a possible reversal to communism. The club certainly did not want to miss out on the thousands of Eastern European migrants having arrived here as a result of the ‘hammer and sickle’. After many meetings and heated arguments a good compromise must have been reached, hence, the crossed over ‘Hammer and (plumbers) Wrench’. A good compromise, don’t you think? One foot in capitalism and yet, still a small lingering and hunkering of that other ‘social’ world.
Have a happy Mother’s Day. (Think of buying mum a rubber plunger to unblock the drain)
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Mothers day at Bunnings, I can see all the mothers wetting themselves with delight jjust at the very thought. Jumping castle for the kiddies, undercooked snag sambos for all. What more could uyou ask for!
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I can’t get over that Bunnings is inviting mums and family to go and visit Bunnings on Mother’s Day. I can’t imagine Helvi’s response if I entered the bedroom Sunday morning with “surprise surprise, I have booked a nice Mother’s Day day at the caulking compound section of Bunnings and I’ll shout you a sausage sandwich. (with tom. sauce from the goodness of my heart.) AND… a jolly jump around on the jumping castle.”
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Cruel cut. I can see through you.
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What the girl sees in who can imagine… 🙂
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…sees in you…
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GERARD: No offense intended, but the whole ‘mother’s day’ caper makes me vomit.
A family slings its old mum into the nearest concentration camp then hurries to get her out on Christmas day and mother’s day, makes a fuss of her-barely, then returns her quick smart in time for her evening meal. Such hypocrisy is appalling. If there was any sort of real humanity in the family they would be socialising throughout the year (when they weren’t plotting to swipe the old lady’s estate) rather than rushing to obey the dictates of huge marketing empires.
I’ll bet ‘mother’s day’ was invented by an American and we Oz peasants must do everything our American overlords dictate. Zieg Heil
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Of course it is all inspired by business. I wouldn’t have thought that Bunnings is there to foster close knit family life. It was just the idea of advertising hardware and joining it to Mother’s day that struck me as good material for a funny piece of writing.
The idea of dumping grannie has indeed originated in America. Grannies are found wandering around the states highways totally lost. The adult children just drove them somewhere and dumped them, hoping somehow they would be looked after, ‘somehow’.
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You jest?
It was a good article. It just happens to be a sore point. We used to go up to the country every weekend, having lunch at the same place more or less. Come mother’s day the joint would be full of families taking mum for a special lunch. The sad lost eyes of the old ladies was heartbreaking. The screaming children running around called her ‘Nana” with their tongues; nothing came from their hearts
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Some years ago (well about 20 actually) I decided to buy my own Mother’s Day present and it was one of the best. A Black & Decker hammer drill. Bunnings did not exist then. So far I have managed to only visit their store once. Sadly, here on the border, most of the other hardware stores have been bought out or closed. Fortunately, on the other hand, I have all the tools I need. Our village produce store has expanded and keeps nuts and bolts, screws etc and fills the gap.
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When I first moved to Newcastle, we had a brilliant hardware nearby. Any ‘specials’ would be available to locals around two months before and after they occurred. Plus one dollar delivery for anything from a couple of pipes, right up to a tonne.
Now Bunnies have driven the other hardwares into extinction, then complain about online suppliers/tool shops/etc undercutting them!
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Our friendly hardware store, at a walking distance, is gone too…
Now Gez drives to Mittagong to Bunnings, because they have two-dollar sausage sandwiches on Saturday morning…I stay home in protest, and I hate sausages in Tom-sauce on white sliced bread.
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Yerk, I can’t understand gez has such a developed taste in women that he selected you helvi, or agreed to be selected wotsoever the case might have been. Yerk. Tom sauce on white sliced bread. WITH a sausage. Yerk. Manifold.
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What about the way it…the white bread I mean…the way it…no, never mind, we might be accused of blowing out of the water the demand for white bread and tom sauce that attracts people to drive hundreds of kilometres to a Bunnings on a Saturday morning… 🙂
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I’m with you Helvi.The other thing that I resent is they way one is made to feel that they have ‘let down….(insert charity)…by not purchasing a heart attack in a sausage casing!
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I might add the local produce store burnt down three ago (local idiots set fire to it and killed three dogs, chooks, birds etc – community was truly appalled and we raised money to help etc) – it has been rebuilt and bigger and more secure than ever. They are so good you can take one thing out of a packet and you don’t have to buy the whole packet. Just like things used to be. Gerard would be very at home there.
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Dad has a store like that, near his place, but the nickname is ‘Peter Emptyshelves’, because he’s always just run out.
I must admit that I was bagging him for not having the internet to pay bills, etc. he laughed, as he just leaves an envelope with some money in it at the post office, and they pay the bills, if he’s away.
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A hammer drill? You’re a woman after many a man’s heart
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I’m the handywoman. Hubby is not a handyman. He is the one asking me to get my drill out and fix something. I’ve built up my own toolbox – got a very handy set of gear and can usually find a way to fix whatever needs fixing. The hammer drill of course goes through anything and more than paid for itself long ago.
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Yes, My cordless hammer drill is my most often used tool. I bought it at Aldi’s some years ago and it has never looked back. It is not a heavy weight one but for small jobs it is just perfect. It has an hexagonal female bit which means the drill or whatever will not just spin around aimlessly inside the chuck, provided of course that the drills have hexagonal male heads..
I often use a variety of Phillips screwdriver bits in it as well, plus another gadgets for fastening or unfastening roof screws. In the past I often used to screw on roofs. ( to help out my nephews who run a business called Balmain roofing).
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Where to start with this one ? ! Gez, I can’t believe how this random collision between you and me has so many crossovers. My Dad, you might recall was a staunch unionist – Amalgamated Metal Workers Union (AMWU). He and Mom were early joiners of the Worker’s Club and we had many cheerful Mothers’ Day lunches there. Passable food, excellent prices, standard grog and fight for a car space in the 3 million acre carpark.
Before the club opened, the sole watering hole was the Revesby Pacific – with the martian embassy round house bar – I’m sure you remember. It was a blood house so often that the NSW government installed a police station just the other side of the railway – close enough, but not too close – if you catch my drift.
We still get Wotson emails from the Workers club despite Mom giving up her membership five years ago.
FM and I have been to brilliant gigs out there – Jo Camilleri (variously known as Jo Jo Zep and the Falcons – with Wilbur Wilde, Bakelite Radio or the Black Sorrows) and the Brewster Brothers the Angels. Both fabulous bands.
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Yes, Mothers’ day, another festive holiday strategically situated in the financial year. Stores everywhere have signs entreating us to ‘Let Mum know you care’, or ‘for that special mum’. Don’t know what people are supposed to do who have no mum, or, worse, who hate theirs??
I suppose they can bugger off to the Revesby Workers’ for some cheap entertainment!
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Jump off, in many cases, Big M. Those whose mothers eg have Alzheimers and have forgotten them, as my mum did me, are faced with the thought of offering a blank card.
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I sympathise for you, ‘shoe. It’s an oft repeated story. Mrs M’s M’s last memory of her Dad, are of him waiting for the bus (in the hospital corridor) to take him to the depot in Sydney. After that it was a rapid decline.
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