My business was always going to be called KITS and… something.
There’s a bit of a story about why, and it involves sheep and wooing and a big red truck. You might need a cup of tea.
We begin with a love story.
From the mid-1940s Bill (my Dad) was a wheat and sheep farmer in Caron; Rural WA. He was starting out on his own farm as a very young man.
Marj (later known as Mum) was visiting a friend – Bill’s cousin. Stars collided.
A big red truck was involved and lots of long love letters. My Dad knew how to woo and after marrying in 1954, she joined him on the farm.
It was a pretty primitive setup (compared to what it became once my middle siblings came along).
Electricity for lighting came from the windmill with a diesel generator, Mum cooked on wood stoves and fires, a wood copper for heating water for bathing and clothes washing, a kerosene fridge.
In the heat of rural Australian summer they used wet towels to cool off.
On this farm, they had 4 little Australians (one girl, three boys) in one bedroom and then with another 3 coming along to make up 7 little Australians, they had to add an extra room so the girls could share leaving the five boys (including the baby) in together.
Entertainment came in the form of being together around the farm.
They had to walk or ride the 3 mile/ 4.8km (on the road) or 2 mile/ 3.2km (across the paddocks, hoisting bikes over fences) if they didn’t want to catch the early bus at 7.30 or missed the late bus for school.
In the late sixties, the drought was pretty bad for farmers and Dad was offered a sales job with an agricultural machinery business in a town 300 km away.
So, they made the decision to pack up the family and launched a business called Koorda Implement and Tractor Sales.
Or, as it was known around town, K.I.T.S.
Told you it was a story!
Koorda delivered more than a business; two more little Australians (including me) were born and (thankfully) a bigger, custom built house (if you’re doing the math, that’s nine in total).
Even though the older siblings had either gone off to work, university or boarding school by this time, most of us worked “down the shop” at some point.
I was known to sleep in the office as a toddler or ‘help’ with the stocktake by ‘counting’ nuts and bolts. The boys used to ride around “the block” with peewee motorbikes and in winter we’d go in search of mushrooms.
After a fight with Alzheimers, Dad passed away in 1987 and it was heartbreaking to pack up the business.
For years the building sat empty and is still not that well cared for, but it will always be known as K.I.T.S. to the locals.
I grew up with so much K.I.T.S. memorabilia around the house and yard.
Machinery manuals, parts books, labels and adverts, all emblazoned with K.I.T.S.
I think it stuck.
Only a couple of months after starting my business, I found a notebook that had a few business ideas I’d written down over 10 years ago, including; a B&B called Kits Cottage and a shop called Kit and Caboodle.
It was always going to be Kits. Thanks, Mum and Dad.
So here we are nearly 30 years later and I’ve named my business Kits and Bits, honouring my parent’s legacy of small business (on their wedding anniversary no less).
And it fits, because, like Mum & Dad, I help small businesses with their nuts and bolts too – just in a business sense.
What’s in a name?
Love, farm land, and a big red truck.
Lynette embodies an intrinsic ability to save business owners money by delivering back the all-elusive “spare” time so they can use it to do what they love. She puts these principles into practice in her own business – Kits and Bits. Lynette is an avid genealogist and tango dancer.Lynette Delane
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