1963-70 White bread & jam: Where do you get it?

Ingredients:
Godfrey St Boort
Me
My parents
Shop keepers

Method:
How did people in those days shop? And what the hell did they actually eat?
Until I left home in 1983, every green vegetable was nearly cooked to death, every root vegetable was mashed with butter and salt and served with chops or mutton [no lamb in my day] or mince.
But I distract myself, lets get back to before 1963
My Grandparents relied on what they had access too!
Milk from the cow on the Common OR from a friend OR the horse and cart delivery to the door.
Bread from the bakery, baked in a wood fired oven, I actually would visit a baker at the back of his home to buy bread for my Mum.
It was white high tin loaf and if you were lucky you got to split the loaf, peel the slivers of bread and eat it.
Roast chicken was a LUXURY, it was only at Christmas or if one of the hens needed to go!
Fruit usually was picked from a tree and that is when you ate them, or gorged on them!
The recipes always reflected what was available or in glut. And most importantly reflected right back at you what they DIDN’T have!
By the time I was born, the town I lived in had a Grocers store aka an independent and early version of a supermarket.
During the 60’s, the grocery store became a ‘Four Square’ supermarket. By the end of the 60’s, I can recall sitting in the car with my siblings as Mum did the grocery shopping. We apparently fought non stop according to our Aunty Robyn she could hear us as she walked up the street.
I remember ice cream in a metal tin, broken biscuits from a bag and weighed by the pound. Those broken biscuits enabled me to taste those ‘choc chip’ biscuits! We never could afford them!
I cannot remember a fresh lettuce? Why? I think they were only sold at the Milkbar. Did we buy them?
These are hazy memories but I consider them part of my psyche. Memories of an era that no longer exists. That doesn’t mean it is a bad thing. I love the nuances of Australia’s cultural identity now.
Food has played such an evolving role upon how Australians view themselves. For myself, I love knowing that I ate Ardmona tinned fruit salad with Cornflakes and cream for dessert. Getting a cherry was the ‘cherry on top’!