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There was this cute little pay van, quite different from the nearby carriage used for carting sheep.  There were lots of others too like the mail carriage, coal carriage, prison carriage, shipping container carriages, even one for transporting coffins.



I've added Ophir at 100 Towns pop over to visit the first paying goldfield in Australia

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  1. Since you already said "cute" ... (was my first thought, really). I have never seen such a "pay van" and I am not quite sure what it is. But it is cute.

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    1. The pay van ran along the railway lines to the various stations and issued the railway employees with their pay packets. In those days they actually received dollar bills in their pay, rather than an electronic transfer to a bank.

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    2. Joan Elizabeth, oh, thanks very much for that! I would have never imagined this. The only thing I learned from google was that "Pay Van" might be a Asian name and surname, ;-).

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    3. *chuckle* ... so much for google ...

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  2. The first caravan has such a mid-century look in shape and colour, like something out of the Jetsons.

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  3. Interesting exhibits. I haven't seen a pay van like that before.

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  4. That pay van is just gorgeous - love the colours!

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  5. OMG - I'm in love with that pay van!

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  6. The van is absolutely cute! Love it:

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  7. That cute little pay van was on the main concourse at Central for much of last year. It was a good display. The Railways Historical society (which does much of Thirlmere) has a shop on the main concourse. So many fascinating books ... too many to be able to afford.

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  8. So much style and elegance in a pay van? Incredible!

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