What did you do on the Saturdays of your life? 22



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I was enjoying a weekend lunch recently with a group of friends who are mostly over the age of 60 (one is turning 60 this year) when I asked the question: “What did you do on Saturdays in your early years?” It brought some very interesting, and surprising, stories. One friend had spent her childhood living in Fiji, and remembered going to the outdoor cinema where whites and native Fijians were segregated – I didn’t know that about Fiji before.

Another friend had spent many Saturday afternoons as a “runner” for her mother’s SP booking activities, what a surprise that was! Another had been a marching girl and before the days of mini skirts had turned quite a few heads as she walked to whatever event she was performing at on a Saturday afternoon in her marching girl outfit, which was pretty much a micro-mini skirt.

There were more stories and much laughter, and later the group of friends agreed that it had been one of the nicest lunch gatherings we’d had in quite a while. It got me thinking that by the time we reach our 60s we’ve enjoyed, survived or suffered through thousands of Saturdays.

My own childhood years were filled with Saturdays riding my treasured red Cyclops scooter with my best friend (hers had pump-up tyres and streamers in the handle-bars, very up-market), family days at the beach, or trips to the wood yard with my Dad to get supplies for his latest DIY project – once we got them home it was my job to hold that bit of wood while he tapped nails into it or fitted brackets onto it – that’s where the “suffering” was sometimes felt.

Later when I married quite young, at 21, I found myself within a few years sitting alone in a one-bedroom flat wondering what had happened to my Saturdays while my young husband was out at the pub drinking. As he would take the car (and drink and drive), I had limited choices as to where I could go on my own, so I bought a second-hand Honda 185cc motorbike and gave myself some freedom. One of my best friends also rode a bike and we had some great rides out of the city toward Windsor on various Saturdays.

I didn’t know the signs then of an alcoholic so lived through it for eight years before making a break. That’s when my life, and my Saturdays, took a turn for the better. I took up scuba diving with some friends and had the most fabulous weekends. In the first year I did 48 dives in 52 weeks. I kept a dive journal documenting all the beautiful and wondrous marine life I saw, the places we dived, and so wish I still had the journal now.

Some years later the adventures included doing a tandem jump off Bob’s Peak in Queenstown, New Zealand, where we glided quietly under a thin piece of silk 450 metres above the stunning Lake Wakatipu. The instructor had a film camera on a long pole, really one of the first selfie-sticks ever invented, and shot a role of film of our flight which he gave me once we landed. I still look at those photographs now and it gives me great pleasure to know that I had the courage to actually do the jump.

I have to say that Saturdays are no longer quite as adventurous these days, but still can be fun-filled and I’m never, ever bored.


And now I wonder, what did you do on the Saturdays of your life?

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Kathy Evans

I was born in Wagga Wagga but have lived in Sydney all my life, on the northern beaches for the past 17 years. I have my own business, a talent agency, which keeps me very busy and am currently doing a freelance journalist course. I’m a keen amateur photographer, golfer and love cooking and travel - combining travel and cooking is one of my favourite pastimes, looking forward to doing just that on a trip coming up soon to Bali. Technology is something that interests me and I like to challenge myself with understanding as much as possible about the computers, smart phones, devices and audio gear I use, having worked for many years in a commercial recording studio.

  1. I used to walk to my girlfriends place every saturday and come home on sunday. That wouldve been about 10kms each way. There were no footpaths in those days

  2. At the ripe old age of 9,10,11,12, would walk along the railway track to basketball, in summer tennis and waterskiing. Sat arvo walked to the pictures. Mum and Dad working their second jobs eg on the football gates and working on the TOT betting machines. Weekends were Sunday Mass then a roast lunch and a picnic dinner by the Murray River with the rest of the town.

  3. Saturday was my cleaning and shopping day in the morning and three kids off to football, basketball and netball during the afternoon. Sunday was go karting as our son drove them.
    Weekdays were for working so I could earn the money needed to do the weekend duties.

  4. I quite often worked on Saturdays and Sunday’s. If not working kids to sports.dinner parties in the evening about every four weeks.

  5. Saturday is now same as every other day. But how long did it take for Friday and Saturday to come around when working? We have the weekend to hit the town, well we sure did!

  6. Saturday was full of sport with two netball players and one swimmer in the family. It was also washing day as uniforms needed to clean for Monday, and I worked Sunday afternoons.
    At the moment Saturday morning is spent with my sister cleaning out dads house as he has entered a nursing home. Then it’s lunch, a visit with dad. Mass in the evening.

  7. Saturday was a day to take my kids out for lunch and
    Movie Sunday was family day BBQ and swimming I never let family wk Sunday’s as its family time.

  8. Most of our childhood spent at Boarding School, holidays were fun playing with friends, going to the movies and picnics. Loved holidays at Grandparent’s cottage, the simple life but so much fun. My second husband has a large family so there is always something happening. We also have lovely friends, life is a whirl and we love it

  9. My younger days were spent on a farming property so Saturdays we were expected to pitch in helping out with work, that could involve feeding sheep or cattle, cleaning out water troughs, pulling paddy melons, digging thistles, helping with fencing, cleaning the chook house or helping with stock work. We did have a lot of fun doing this work tho as well a lot of time making our own fun making cubbie houses in the hayshed (not approved and if caught severely punished!), I had an old horse that I would ride for hours with a friend from a neighbouring property, we were very rarely indoors, a childhood a would not swap for that of today and one that we were never bored, a word that was never used or one that was probably in our vocabulary! During the Winter months my parents would follow the local footy team which allowed me to play netball for the local team, so after completing the morning jobs around home we would head off in the afternoon to the footy with a packed lunch, have a great time and return home to yet another wonderful treat….. saveloys rolled up in bread, sitting on the lougeroom floor watching the state football replay on TV by a roaring fire! Great days! So miss them….and my dear parents….

  10. Worked often on Saturdays as a nurse.If day off, drove my girls to netball, then all to footy & to pub, or friends & I rotated holding dinners at home at night. Now watch grandchildren play sport.

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