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milk bar memories

Working in airconditioned comfort today, but somehow my mind drifted to the local milk bar. On days like this, a much younger me would wonder if I should buy the lemonade icy pole AND the 25 cent bag of mixed lollies, or keep some pocket money for “next time”. The tinkling bell on the door, the hum of the fridges, and the bright orange stack of soft drink crates are as unforgettable as the loveable Greek proprietors.

milkbar

This William Street milk bar was snapped by Mark Strizic in the early-mid 60s. I’ve no idea if it’s still there…

Photo featured in Graeme Kennedy’s Melbourne.

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About Vetti

I love good coffee, street art, tiki bars and kitsch. Adore roller derby and quiffs and vintage Hawaiian shirts. Enjoy a slice of my northside life!

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