Old Things – Episode 3

My little shop has finally settled into building number 4 (and absolutely the LAST time I am moving too!) and this building is an old Greek Cafe. It was the Golden Key Cafe and was built way back in the early 30's I think... (or at least the carpet looks that old!) by another local character called "Nick the Greek"... Now I get a little confused 'cause the shop around the corner (Fergie's Corner Store) was also built by "Nick the Greek" but apparently it is TWO different blokes! All I can figure is that any male Greek person is called "Nick the Greek" around here! But... after that long roundabout chatter, what I really wanted to say was that amongst the collection of old things (and NOT the customers thank you!) that turned up here, was a lovely silver platter. It is pretty large and has all swirly flowers around the edge and was (so I am reliably told!) one of the trays used by the cafe waitresses in the 60's to serve milkshakes (you know the old fashioned kind in icey cold stainless steel tall cups with a frosty glass on the side). I am also reliable told that the donator of this interesting item was herself a "Cafe Cowgirl" and served frosty milkshakes in this very cafe..... (although it's a little hard these days to picture her dancing around the cafe in white cowboy boots and a flippy little skirt!). But then again... she popped in this morning to drop in a cake mix for me to cook (does she realise the risks involved in letting ME cook????) and was complaining about the pain in her back today..... It seems that she was watching "Fame" on TV last night and took it into her head to dance for the ENTIRE movie!!! She was feeling a little on the stiff side this morning and was also a little concerned that she had been "sprung" by a neighbour while mid dance and wondered if "insane" was in the conversation! I said "Well, at least you weren't naked!!" hmmmmmmm (genuinely hoping that she wasn't !) but she was apparently dressed only in a sarong... Now given the highly active dance routines in "Fame" and the precarious nature of the staying power of a "sarong" I think the neighbour should be glad that she sprung her still "dressed" !!!