Old Enough To Remember?

"NVDucati, said: 3 way light bulbs
They make them in LED now! No longer need to schedule the upgrade to all my 3-way lamps. :thumb::rofl1:
 
John OoSTerhuis said:
That was after the peach papers (soft tissue that were wrapped around individual peaches to protect them in the shipping crates) ran out after canning season. IIRC, some of them were purple colored and might have left a little stain on fingers (and other delicate parts) but we didn’t care. If you were lucky, the outhouse was a two-holer. The 40 yard path through two feet of snow was very narrow, making after-dark passing someone returning while you were outgoing interesting. The grandparents had a “thunder mug”… guess whose chore it was to empty in the morning…

I remember my Danish immigrant grandfather working his farm with horses until he retired from farming in the 1960s. As pre-teens, my brother and I helped with putting up the loose hay into the barn haymow via his horse drawn pulley/rope and hay fork system. Threshing season was a community affair with farmers helping each other in turn… the huge lunch spreads for all hands were spectacular! Wash up on the porch dipping rain-barrel water out of big buckets into wash pans, lye soap and hand towels made from grain sacks. Such great memories.

My grandpa was short and stout, and the strongest, toughest man I knew. He said his Minnesota farm grew more than corn, wheat, and hay… lots of rocks too. We’d go with him in the spring when he hitched the horses to a simple sledge and he’d load the newly emerging rocks onto it. Some were huge… “boulders“ in my mind, but he could wrestle them into submission. The loads were then piled along the fence line. He’d been doing it for years so the running mound was long and high. My brother and I have his hands… short and stubby but never with the lifetime calluses like his. I always remember them as soft to the touch though.

As high schoolers we formed crews during hay bailing season and worked for a penny a bail or $1 an hour. You didn’t want to throw damp round bales, dry square ones were best. This was usually between morning and evening football practices. Damn, we were in good physical shape!

Thanks for listening.

John
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I had the image in my minds eye, that just read like poetry.
 
Uncle Phil said:
In the hills we called them 'slop jars' - and I still have one in my garage...empty of course ;) !
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I grew mostly all the way up with those. My grandparents' house had a single lightbulb hanging from the middle of each room, 18 ft ceilings, woodburning fireplaces and a single party line phone. Water was a hand pump on the back porch and plumbing was an outdoor outhouse. Had slop jars under each bed. Plus side is we DID have toilet paper.
The house is 122 years old, still standing. 'New' owners have wired it to modern expectations, even has indoor plumbing and central heat/ac now. The tall ceilings enabled them to drop the attic floor and make it a comfortable two story house.
 
Did you ever see one of those 'well buckets' that was a long tube (looked sort of like a stove pipe) you let down the well shaft?
You had to be careful not to let it hit the bottom (you learned to listen for the splash) or you would stir up the mud.
When you pulled it back up the seal closed and you got a tube full of water.
Fuss with the ring and the water filled a regular bucket.
I think you can still buy them!

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Trade test colour films- Ran on Saturday mornings, just after the cartoons. In the era of three channels black and white TV, you have no idea just how revolutionary these were. You were in the FUTURE.
 
Slammer, wow there's a flashback, spent a whole summer at that Expo in the film.

PS we got colour TV broadcasts starting in1966 but I didn't have one until '75
 
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Slammer said:
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That brought back some pleasant memories. I grew up in the Montreal area and the world fair, Expo 67, Canada's 100th birthday, was a very big deal for us. We went just about every weekend all the time it was open. Part of the fun was to visit all of the pavilions and get your season ticket, your Passport, stamped. I still have mine. We also got the chance to meet and greet every out-of-town relative that ever existed as people stayed at our house all summer when they travelled to Mtl. to visit the fair.
 
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