Out and About
BILL Fatchen, of Angle Vale,
celebrated his 85th birthday
recently. His brothers, Fred,
Ern and Ray, came down from
Manoora to wish him the best.
They saluted him with some awful
cheek. One said he was a tough
old rag. Another said he was
going mouldy, and another said
he reckoned he had white ants
in the top storey. Bill took the
language well, and after examining his presents, which consisted of useful articles and cash, he
hurled back some cheek by saying,
"Well, I don't mind if you give
me another birthday next week."
Many reminiscences cropped up.
was noted for his strength. He once
made a wager with a man for £1 that
he would carry a 200 lb. bag of
flour around a field measuring
one mile. He did so easily,
and, before removing the bag from his
back, he challenged the man for
another £1. but the man shook his
head horizontally. Fred said
Bill looked so fit that he would be
afraid to make a similar wager
Bill was saying he drove a team of harrows at 11 years of age. and suffered with the leg ache at night. Fred said it must have been a streak of laziness, because he has
known Bill during his age between 70 and 80 years to walk six times that distance after hares, and not once complain.
A happy day was spent, and his
brothers decided to forgive him for his cheek to them with the bright thought of his kind attention to their late dear mother with his frequent visits home to see her.
The Advertiser 23 August 1946