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a bit of history
Apr. 28th, 2009 08:35 amThe first Four'n Twenty pies, about 50 a day, were baked in Bendigo in 1947 by Les McClure.
When I was in high school I learnt to row. I rowed about 4-5 times a week, getting up at 6.30am to be on the water by 7am on school days and then rowing a regatta on Saturday or Sunday. For the first time in my life I was consciously fit and healthy and I bounded up and down the stairs at school and enjoyed the feeling of my muscles working as I climbed the hill from the river to the Swanston St bridge.
At the rowing club was a man called Bill. He was about 86 when I knew him and he taught us all to row. Sometimes, to get his point across, he would stand in the boat in the middle of the river.
When he was 20ish, he was a plumber and he worked in Bendigo. He would ride his bike to jobs all over the district, with his tools in a trailer behind. After work he would head to the boat shed at the Bendigo Lake and row. After rowing they would wrestle, for fun. Once, he and some mate from the rowing club rode their bikes to Sydney, to prove that they could. I was dreadfully impressed.
He also told me a story about turning up to a job at a bakery in Bendigo, to connect gas to an oven I think. The baker told him that he was going to make pies and would call them "four and twenty" after the children's song about blackbirds in a pie.
When I was in high school I learnt to row. I rowed about 4-5 times a week, getting up at 6.30am to be on the water by 7am on school days and then rowing a regatta on Saturday or Sunday. For the first time in my life I was consciously fit and healthy and I bounded up and down the stairs at school and enjoyed the feeling of my muscles working as I climbed the hill from the river to the Swanston St bridge.
At the rowing club was a man called Bill. He was about 86 when I knew him and he taught us all to row. Sometimes, to get his point across, he would stand in the boat in the middle of the river.
When he was 20ish, he was a plumber and he worked in Bendigo. He would ride his bike to jobs all over the district, with his tools in a trailer behind. After work he would head to the boat shed at the Bendigo Lake and row. After rowing they would wrestle, for fun. Once, he and some mate from the rowing club rode their bikes to Sydney, to prove that they could. I was dreadfully impressed.
He also told me a story about turning up to a job at a bakery in Bendigo, to connect gas to an oven I think. The baker told him that he was going to make pies and would call them "four and twenty" after the children's song about blackbirds in a pie.
