Thursday, July 20, 2017
Good Lord, this makes me feel old . . .
The Feral Irishman has posted a long series of photographs of "old-time" goods, equipment, and technology. Here are just a few examples.
A hard-boiled egg slicer. I used those as a kid to help Mom in the kitchen . . . and sliced my thumb on the sharp wires more than once! (Hint: shell the egg first. What's more, if you slip a regular egg in among the hard-boiled ones, and your sister tries to shell it, and gets egg all over herself and the counter, your mother will not be amused . . . and your backside will smart!)
Liquid glue for school projects. The rubber caps seldom stayed intact. They got brittle with age, and cracked, letting the contents leak all over the place (unless you managed to pry one loose first, in which case the glue turned up in all sorts of . . . interesting places!
My second car - a 1971 Chevrolet Firenza, bought used in the early 1980's - had two keys that looked exactly like those; one for the door, one for the ignition. Why they couldn't have made them use the same lock, I'll never know . . .
Oh, heck, yes! Mom used to wrap our sandwiches in wax paper if their filling was sufficiently gooey that it might leak all over the other things in our school lunch boxes. I must have used up miles of the stuff.
My mom's washing machine was the spitting image of this beast when I was a young child. Every week, the outside "laundry room" would reek of steam and Sunlight green laundry soap, shaved into it from great big bars. (Believe it or not, even in an age of modern detergents, you can still buy Sunlight laundry bars in South Africa. Old habits die hard, I guess!) The tub would be filled from a hose attached to a nearby hot-water tap. Clothes would be agitated in the soapy water, then fed through the mangle rollers above the tub to press out as much liquid as possible. The tub would be drained (pumping out its contents through an exhaust hose into a sink), then refilled with cold water. The laundry was tumbled in the fresh water, to rinse it, and re-mangled: then it was hung on a series of drying lines tied across the back yard. You could play wonderful games, stalking each other up and down the lines of laundry . . . provided you didn't get them dirty in the process. If you did, your backside smarted!
Candy cigarettes! I wish I had a dollar for every one of those things I "smoked" . . . I could retire!
Lots and lots of memories in those photographs. Click over to Irish's place and look at the rest for yourself. I recognized each and every one of them. Am I an old fart, or what?