- Household uses for vinegar
- The (never-ending) uses of baking soda
- 46 smart uses for salt
- 24 things you can clean with lemon
THIS THREAD IS FULL AND NOW CLOSED.
Please go on to thread #2 if interested:
P.S. The artist for the above picture is an American Indian and has done many of these real-life looking paintings. They take my breath away.
Although this painting is beautiful and rather idealistic, most of us had pioneering relatives at some time or another. I'm sure there were families like this, but for the most part, I think we would see somewhat of a different picture. But it's lovely to think of those times in this way, and probably all our 'great greats' had their moments of bliss/happiness like this.
A great picture! These two look like characters from a movie, but it's a REAL picture. I get the creeps from the fellow, and I feel sorry for that little boy in bare feet who has to climb down the chimneys. It doesn't look like a well paying job, for sure. Wouldn't you just love to know their stories?
Our grannies, great grannies, and great great... grannies had wars, rations, lack of facilities, and a lot of hard work. But it looks like some members of the families took time out just for some good old fashioned skinny dipping fun! If these boys were recognized, it most likely got back to their parents and there was hell to pay!
On a different note, the Hope Chest was extremely important to every young woman. I watched a documentary the other day about "olden days" and when the "mangle" came into being. It was close to the wringer washers but was huge! The problems were that many children as well as adults lost fingers and got hands and arms trapped in them. I am guessing that it must have been decreased in size eventually because of those dangers.
Keeping white things white was a huge task. Many of the articles put into one's Hope Chest were "whites" and it was the task of the women to keep on keeping them just like new.
What came to my mind when I saw this picture was what she was saying to Hitler... "WE WILL NEVER SURRENDER!" That includes just what she is doing in the midst of terrible chaos. I've seen so many movies that show whenever the British, Irish, Scottish were facing something difficult, it's time to put the kettle on! I have always found that quite comforting. I wonder who she was... or maybe still is, and how she, her family and neighbours came through the Blitz. I see courage and determination in this awesome picture.
This picture gives me some of the same feelings. But being so young and probably not understanding exactly what is going on, no doubt this little girl is experiencing other fears in the midst of frightening chaos. But take a good look at how someone is caring for her... she has the comfort of her dolly, she has her hair neatly parted and brushed with a ribbon tied in a bow, she has a coat and socks and shoes to keep her warm. She is loved and cared for. No doubt there were many grannies taking care of their grandchildren.
Here's a closeup of this wee girl.
Caption under this picture was "London, 1940".
I have just been reading all the posts, thank you Wendy and Cheryl. They are very interesting and I will be back for more.
Saturday, October 10th at 11:50 PM
I'm here... even though I haven't posted for a few days! I have been reading but haven't had a chance to post. Will do so tomorrow. Hope all are well.
Here's a lovely old pic of a young girl feeding the chickens the way it used to be done. There were no big factories with cages piled one on top of the other. Chickens scratched the ground and wandered, had dirt baths and proper nests. Like the picture Wendy posted. There was no date with this pic but we can get an idea from how girl is dressed and surroundings.
P.S. Great Grandmother Eliza would have come to Canada around 1911.
Above are pictures of my Great Grandmother in England (I think Portsea... have to look it up). I love the carriage! I think this was around 1900 or very early 1900s. When her daughter, my maternal Grandmother acquired Tuberculosis, she packed up and came to Winnipeg, Manitoba to help with three little children - my aunt Norah who was about five, my mother who was about three, and baby brother who was about age one. Great Grandmother Eliza never went back to England as my Grandmother passed away at the age of 32, leaving those three small (very unhappy) children to be cared for. She was called "Nanny" or "Nan" by the children.
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It's 12:40AM and I jumped out of bed to put this new heading on the thread. What do you think, Wendy and anyone else who wants to participate? It's hard to put in writing exactly what we are doing on this thread... a bit of a whole lot of things!
We women have come a long way from what our grandmas and great grandmas and great greats.. went through in their daily lives. Life wasn't easy unless you were wealthy, but even then there were difficulties, i.e. there were many deaths during childbirth.
It's worth turning back the pages of time and having a look at what life was like for them. I've learned a lot that I didn't know before and there are so many things we women of today take for granted.
ABSOLUTELY EXCELLENT POSTINGS, WENDY! Oh oh oh... those little kids just break your heart! It wasn't unusual to SELL one's children. I'll post another such picture in a minute. Well, it looks like we had a lot of 'stoned' parents of all classes, and then the "medicine" given to babies often was something addictive, and there was 'laudanum': (sometimes given to babies to make them sleep)
"If you think drug addiction is a recent problem, think again! When I read Frankenstein recently I found Dr. Victor Frankenstein used laudanum (an alcoholic tincture of opium), and I thought it would make a good post.
A drink of laudanum was made of 10% opium and 90% alcohol, and flavoured with cinnamon or saffran. It was first used by the ancient Greeks, and in the 19th century mostly used as painkiller, sleeping pill, or tranquilizer. It was cheaper then poppy oil and could be drank like you’d drink scotch. It took a while for the Victorian to figure out the negative side effect, only in 1919 the production and export of opium was prohibited, and in 1928 a law was passed that prohibited use.
(Source, in Dutch)
Wikipedia’s list of laudanum-users is so incredibly long, it makes no sense to copy it. Here’s some notable users: Lord Byron (of course!), Kate Chopin (from the ‘The Story of an Hour’ I linked you to recently), Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Percy Bysshe Shelley, John Keats, Lewis Carroll, Charles Dickens, Edgar Allan Poe.
Title of picture: "Penniless mother hides her face in shame, no food for children - Chicago, 1948"
I really like this thread, Wendy. I have learned more about the times of our grandmothers and great grandmothers and great great ..... So much I did not know, except what I've seen in some movies, which you tend to take with a grain of salt, so to speak.
I love all those pictures you posted of the medicines of the times - holy smoke! Pink pills for a pale person... and those lobotomies - YIKES! I remember reading about those and it wasn't really that long ago that they stopped doing them! I believe one of the daughters of the Kennedy family (President JFK) was institutionalized and given a lobotomy. The senior Mrs. Kennedy never forgave the senior Mr. Kennedy for arranging that. If they did that for depression, I would have been given a lobotomy! (I had to put some humour in here with that smiley).
I have so much more to post on this thread but it's after midnight and I need to calm down. So I'm going to get a cuppa and go to bed. Yes... we'll change the heading too. Thanks so much for this great info, Wendy. So difficult to think of what happened to so many little children though.
Her name is Louisa Taylor, pictured in the Apothecary in Cromary- 1920
This was in USA, and UK, opium based pain relief
! sold over the counter-1900's
Herbs , mmmmm what herbs eh?
Tonic for the nerves , to keep new Mom's happy, = yep "weed" /cannabis
1940's ad for camel cigarettes !
Look how cold they look, the Mom is Drunk , and has passed out, after drinking cheap Gin !, this was common in deprived areas of Britain, sometimes the children suffered so much abuse, they left to live on the streets, then often fell captive to, being in the hands of "people" who sold them into prostitution./slave labour.
Drawing of a "Mom" selling her son to the chimney sweep, the boy would climb inside chimny to brush down soot !! >
photo of deprived area of B'ham, pre 1914, Garrison Lane Digbeth B'ham UK
Parh St Highgat B'ham UK-again, pre -1924 The boys were part of the gang "Peaky Blinders"
Tenaments behind the "Blues Football Ground" Digbeth B'ham Uk, these were pulled down 1937, part of "Chamberlain's" vision for a better inner City
Love your photos Cheryl, wonder is anyone else looking at this thread? , we love it though don't we, nice to pop in and out as time allows us.
The kids in the depressions, their smiles must have helped, and although the worry must have been horrendous, the kids would have been the motivation / reason to get up in the morning .
Hey how about -"Chatter Box is going back to a time, before your Mother was born" for a new title? that way it wouldn't be a specific time, or place. >> Or summat like that, ? back soon xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
In the 1800s advertising made wild claims and included many testimonials.
The Carbolic smoke ball advertisement shown here said it could cure colds, cold in the head, cold in the chest, catarrh, asthma, bronchitis, hoarseness, loss of voice, influenza, hay fever, throat deafness, sore throat, snoring, croup, whooping cough, neuralgia and headaches.
Pharmaceutical advertising used many different forms:
- Newspapers and later magazines
- Trade cards illustrated by engravings and woodcuttings were used in the 1700s
- Handbills, handed to people in the street
- Colourful posters
- Items that could be displayed within the pharmacy, such as ceramic figures and cardboard cut-outs
Brand identification and advertising became much more important in the 1800s. Between 1850 and 1900 the annual sales of proprietary medicines rose from around £500,000 to £4 million. This forced more competition in the market.
Colours were used to attract people to the advertisements and allow people to associate the colours with the medicine, such as Dr Williams Pink Pills for Pale People, which were actually used to treat chorea (an involuntary movement disorder), though you'd never guess from the name!
Image top right: Advertisement for The Carbolic Smoke Ball dating from the 1890s
One of THE popular Women's Magazines for those who could afford it. Often these magazines and other books would be passed on down the street so everyone got a turn to read it. This was beneficial because then everyone could discuss it when they got together.
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DUST BOWL – 1930s and 1940s also “The Great Dust Bowl” Can you imagine this was happening at the same time as The Great Depression!
The Great Dust Bowl on wiseGEEK:
- Many authors and artists documented the Dust Bowl in the 1930s and 1940s, since it was one of the more memorable events of the Great Depression. The groundwork for the Dust Bowl was laid during the First World War, when demand for food began to rise rapidly.
- In November 1902 during a period of drought, a storm referred to as “The Great Dust-Up” began in South Australia and spread northwards to Victoria and portions of New South Wales, even reaching Sydney.
For most families who lived in the 1930s Dust Bowl, “depression” was never an abstract economic term. Their farms were buried in burned-out soil; with nowhere to turn, they moved on. They went the way Americans have always gone for new beginnings—westward. In a fifteen-month period, eighty-six thousand desperate people crossed into California, more than twice the number who went looking for gold in 1849. Along the way they liked to imagine little white homes in the orange groves. It was a dream they all carried, but a dream that blew away like the dust they fled. Instead of homes they found migrant camps and two or three hungry families for each job, so they learned to live where there was no work, and then through hope and daring, they survived.
(I'll post the link for more information when I find it again! Arrgh!)
I've typed right on these pictures what little information most of them gave me.
I think this man really loves his kids. That's something I noted from many of the pictures. Can you imagine what it was like for a mom or dad to not be able to feed your babies?
Speaking of 'babies', we should get into the MIDWIFE information eventually, as that's how things worked way back then. No doctors or hospitals, just skilled midwives.
Wendy, that is a brilliant deduction about the young woman... arms crossed in "barrier stance" and yes, I see subtle defiance too. I just love trying to read her. See the way she has her chin up and a very slight smile? She is getting her way about something, or she has planned to get her own way soon! I hope she got involved with the suffragettes! lol
Okay, I'll start with some of the Great Depression pictures of the migrants who suffered so much. They are not pretty pictures, for sure. I am still arranging one of them as there are several parts to the story. I had a picture of a woman who had quite a few children and her husband died, so she was doing it all herself. It is an amazing story of courage and resilience. Last week I came across a video of her talking about those days and it is amazing to see.
The migrants were families who lost their homes due to the Depression or the DustBowl. I'm sure there were other reasons why there were so many migrant families. The DustBowl affected Canada and the United States mainly as far as I know. I'm still reading about why it happened so I'm not smart enough to 'wing' it yet. Now, did England have anything like the DustBowl?
There were many families who had some kind of home and the men AND WOMEN and CHILDREN worked in the coal mines. Early on in the mining community they worked seven days a week, eight or more hours a day! Finally, a law about child labour stopped children under age 12 from working the coal mines, and then women were barred from the mines, but I have pictures of women who worked just as hard as "Pith Brow Lasses" and that's why I thought the CELEBRATE WOMEN thread would be a place for some of the pics.
I'll start with two pictures that show the courage and resilence of many children, who often had very little to eat. Carry the memory of these two wonderful little girls when you see some of the other pictures.
Isn't she gorgeous?! She just sparkles with LIFE. Can you hear her giggle?
And this little girl is such a treasure too! Can't help but smile back at them.
This woman was amazing. She travelled all over the U.S. photographing these families. So, many of the pictures I will post were taken by her.
Cheryl fabulous photos, I love the two women dressed for tea, staged or what?, but the effort they made has to be applauded .
The young women indeed has a determined look ,> I can't "read" that photo, can't quite make out is that look defiance, at maybe being put on "show", or she just isn't that keen on having her photo taken ? arms crossed hugging the body, is a classic "barrier stance".
I would love to see the photos from the great depression, I think stick to this thread, untill it gets too long, because the photos have progressed back through the years nicely , then maybe we could bring time forward again to "does your Granny know best," for another thread, if you want to that is ? don't lose all these great photos though ,
I will be back later after i look up about the depression, and suffragettes, love hugs x wendy k x & kelly cats xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Wow, I spent about five hours today searching and reading about what it was like for our parents and grandparents. There were some great documentaries in the last two days about Presidents Theodore Roosevelt and then his cousin Franklin Roosevelt (wife Eleanore Roosevelt). The living conditions for people were so HARD, coming from the end of WW1 and then into WW11. Eleanor Roosevelt said (after WW!!) "If someone starts another war like WW11 it will be like suicide." Franklin R. had a young king George with Queen Mum who was very pretty. Then Winston Churchill arrived and they got on well. Someone said that the right person comes along when needed, and Franklin R. and Churchill were the RIGHT people because they really cared about the people who were suffering.
I have a whole bunch of pictures about MIGRANTS during WW!! and they are so interesting! They cover The Great Depression as well as the Dustbowl when they lost their crops as well as their animals, and it was impossible to plant anything. Many became migrants and it's horrible the way they had to live.
Should I put those pics and info. on this thread or start a new one? They come from the same era of rations and such but were far worse off than most of the people in the pics above. What do you think?
Here's a little tea party between two lovely women. I tried to trim the big pics down but it's interesting to see their furniture and background living conditions.
I love the expressions on their faces and the little tablecloth they set up to have tea.
And here is a lovely young woman who looks incredibly confident with a mind of her own. Look at her expression, and her crossed arms.I just love her! I bet she got into the suffragette movement because she looks like she wouldn't take guff from any man! hee hee he he he he
I would love to know who she was and what her life was like.
Wendy, I also have some great suffragette pics. I thought maybe the CELEBRATE WOMEN thread might be a good place to put them because they were so strong as they were arrested and hauled off to prison -- and forcefed!
Hi Wendy, I have more pictures but it takes me time to put them through Online Editor so I can jot down who, what, where or why. I am trying to look up medicines that were used in the 1800s and up to 1950s or so. Can't find much but there must be something out there! Photobucket just shut down. Arrrgh. I will be back!
Fabulous Cheryl, I am coming back to re-read and see what we had here , at the times -ie chemist wonder if there are any pics, love this thread xxxxxxxxxx
I don't know what she's ironing on, it looks rather lumpy. The walls look cold and bare. In those days every single thing was ironed. Often, people had a day of the week for just ironing... all day long! Of course, there were meals to prepare and other chores fit in. I sure wouldn't want to go back to that time.
Wendy, that is SO INTERESTING about your hubby's Aunt Rose and everything you did for her. So... that lady in this picture may not be so far away after all. It's difficult to say that the picture must be from long ago and far away because the lady could very well be living somewhere in the world today. She looks tired and no doubt works hard to keep herself (and maybe a family) going. On the other hand, she could be living by herself like Aunt Rose was. Thank heavens for the company of that precious dog in the picture, as well as the dog Aunt Rose had. He must have loved his new bed! You guys were so good to her and she must have felt like she'd gone to heaven with everything new and a TV too! What a keen eye you have to notice the "OMO" on the floor. I wouldn't have noticed because I've never heard of it.
Great pictures! Here's more. I wouldn't have guessed soda fountains went so far back in time! COCAINE?!!
I don't think they called them "drugstores" way back then, do you? I thought they were apothecaries and people had to get everything from the pharmacist. No just walking in a picking something off a shelf.
YE OLD APOTHECARY.
"Blood Medicine" - contains "15% of alcohol"... wow. I wonder if this was given to kids.
THIS IS LIKE A NORMAN ROCKWELL PAINTING (maybe it is)
Do you think he looks like a British "Bobby"?
here's another book our Mom's / Nan's would know >>
Great photos Cheryl, by the way, so hrd on women in the days such as your post about the "Nanny" and her secret stash of beer . who could blame her, escaping drudgery, and a nasty drunk !!!
I don't remember the comics/books, but this may shock you , the older woman sitting at her kitchen table, with the dog, is very similar tohow Mick's (my hubby) Aunt Rose looked in her back kitchen in Dublin. We went over to stay with her about 20 ears ago, and gutted the kitchen, it had got so dangerous, for her, the flames on her gas stove roared , I was terified, I wouldn't let her cook, I said "get fish & chips". We went to see her son's and the family, they all came around, decorated, put central heating in, and I bought a dogs bed, with a tarten blanket for the dog, he wasn't mistreated, he just wasn't "treated", he loved Rose, and was a wonderful companion for her.
I was appalled at her son's , grown men, leaving their mother to fend for herself, oh and her brothers too. Things changed from then on. New beds, bathroom, comfy front room, with a tv & radio, which Rose loved, she always called me Windy it's was just how Rose prunounced Wendy.
Rose did Joke, though "when Wendy comes to visit again , she will put the wind up you's
What made me look at the photo, is the "OMO" washing powder, gosh I haven't seen that for years.
I will put some more pics soon, Don't know if Sue has seen her sweets yet ?
Everyone remember reading these? They go way back, so probably our grandparents read it to our parents when they were little.
"The first of 72 books was published in 1904 and the last in 1979...."
Generations have enjoyed these!
Every day had something that had to be done -- Monday: wash, Tuesday: ironing, Wednesday: more dusting and shopping, etc. There wouldn't have been time for daytime shows to watch, even if there were TVs at that time.
My mother's mom died of TB (about 34 years old) when she was only about five, her sister about eight, and baby brother about three. Their "Nanny" came over from England to care for them all in Winnipeg, Manitoba. It was a very tense household. Although my grandfather, who I never met, had a good job as a commercial artist, he started to drink heavily after his wife died. He was a mean drunk and would rage over a misplaced pillow on the sofa, or something out of place at the dinner table. Pictures taken at that time show three very sad looking little kids.
No wonder their Nanny used to wait for the horse-drawn carriage (not sure what it was actually called) that home delivered beer, ale and wine. My mother said Nanny would get a few pints of beer (secretly) to last the week. I can imagine it was a welcome treat.
I love this painting of Grandad helping with the wash.
Oh boy, I'm so glad you posted here and brought this thread back up, Wendy. I forgot about it but did get some pics when I last posted.
What marvelous pictures. Little flashes of memory took place as I scrolled down -- from family pics or other places like magazines . The women all washing their steps... I've seen pics of that, and they also did that in Chicago, New York... and any other areas where homes were joined. I think it became a social gathering as well.
Ooooooh, better hide some of that candy from Sue and Lily! It may be gone when next we come here. hee hee ~~~ The jelly beans hanging outside, sheesh! Can you imagine all the grubby little hands that had tried to pry it open?
It's hard to believe that kitchens weren't deemed to be MOST IMPORTANT room in the home! Those itty bitty kitchens must have been so hot and crowded to work in. I see the long johns hanging on a rack that's hoisted up to the ceiling, the ironing done in there too, and an ice box... right across from the stove.
I used to love watching the Jackie Gleason show. He wanted that kitchen and everything in it to be very close to what he grew up in. Hard to imagine a family of two adults and even one child, let alone more children living there.
I really do love those kitchen pics so I will take copies, thank you very much! I hope you don't mind if I post kitchens from others places in the world as some are really fascinating. Some look very old but are still in use today.
Like this one:
I sure would like to know where in the world this is; look at that old stove. But people get used to using what they know and it's hard to miss something you've never had. It looks a bit like places in the Ukraine that I saw on TV. There is a lot of poverty there that we don't often see.
Here's a lovely bright little kitchen. I have no idea where this one is either. Sometimes you can guess by the decor, pictures on wall, etc.
I will be posting more pics from 1940s and Victorian era after I upload them to Photobucket.
I remember women chatting dressed like this , phot is just great xxxxxxx
sherbet dip >
Remember these the orange ones were my fav
then there was these >>>
and lastly , >>>>>thiese would never be allowed now, pay for sweets, from machine on a wall outside ? , what sweets do you remember, "black Jack's">
women used to white wash their steps, but my mom stained her steps, red, then used to polish them , nice and shiny, mom used polish like this>>
Our steps were much smaller!!
If only the people who used these could see what we use today!
So many things come to my mind when I think of this thread. Little flashes of stories and family experiences.
I love collecting pictures of old fashioned kitchens -- they fascinate me. I LOVE the old wood stoves and wish I had one. No worries if the electricity goes off... so many advantages. Besides that, they are just simply cosy to me.
I watched the last 20 minutes of a show that KIRK DOUGLAS did about his life. I wish I had seen the whole thing. If you ever get a chance to see "BEFORE I FORGET..." it's worth seeing. I think he was 93 when he did it (not completely sure, but close) and he had that stroke many years ago.... but he came back from it and does so well expressing himself. BUT HERE'S SOMETHING HE SAID I WANTED TO PUT ON THIS THREAD:
His parents were Jewish immigrants and his mother could not read or write. Kirk taught her. She had many remedies for whatever ails a person and here was an amazing one he said:
Whenever he hurt himself -- cuts, etc. -- his mother would place a piece of moldy bread around -- say, his arm -- and put a big bandage over it. He was terribly embarrassed about this and hoped no one at school would find out what was under the bandage. But he healed quickly, as did everyone in the family who had to do this. Well, can you guess? It had the effect of PENICILLIN -- and that was before penicillin was discovered!
There are so many wonderful remedies that I think got lost, or not handed down. We have so much junk filled with additives, preservatives, chemicals... that more than likely don't have to be in whatever we take. So.... anyone know any more of these kinds of remedies? Would love to hear them.
Here is something our mothers (not sure what our grandmothers used) that most of us probably remember. I sure do. I couldn't keep those DANG lines straight!
OH THIS IS WONDERFUL!! Thanks Wendy and Sue for these wonderful stories/experiences. It takes me back to so many thoughts and feelings I had when I was a kid. I just had one grandma (paternal - Scottish) - no grandpas, which I feel I missed out on ). Her husband, my paternal granddad was Irish, and on my maternal side, both grandparents were British, and thus we probably share many of the same things that have been handed down for eons. BUT... grandparents did not have to experience war (they were in Canada during that time) and I cannot imagine what it was like for your families, and you both as well! Times were tough - rations, etc., even buttons were hard to find along with so many other items.
But talking about our grandparents, and parents - then our own experiences, many of which were handed down to us of course, really stirs up memories I can really feel -- and almost taste! Some tastes are and some are - like cod liver oil capsules. I used to shove them into the corners of my cheeks, then spit them out into a cup I hid in my bedroom. I am still surprised I didn't get in as much trouble as I thought I would when my mom found them. They were probably reycled into my brother!
Yup, we grew rhubarb too and I could hardly wait for the crumbles and pies. Still love them but they are full of garbage now if you buy them. In my mind I can see your Dad and his friends standing outside the butcher's, just drooling, Wendy. Then you and your sister got to partake. What a kind man that butcher was. It looks like we all have the bacon background as my grandma used it for baking almost everything. And there weren't packaged lards to buy. My Dad said everything had a little taste of bacon to it. It was his habit to "dip" bread in anything we had roasted, before and after the gravy was made! There was nothing like my grandma's Oatcakes! She would send everyone packages of them at Christmas. Oh yum yum!
Looks like we all enjoyed the wringers and I still miss being able to hang out washing. We also can't hang lines in our Strata backyards, but we do get the privilege of being able to do what we want with the yards as long as they aren't filled with junk like old car parts, etc.
And HP sauce... it was a 'must' on our table. A bottle was always in my Dad's Christmas stocking that Mom prepared.
Sue, I also wanted to do woodwork instead of cooking and sewing classes. I HATED sewing class. When my teacher made me take out ALL the stitching because there were about three crooked stitches, that was it! Grrrrrrr. Still remember how angry I was! I passively refused to get involved with anything else. In my 20s, however, I did pick up an interest in sewing and for a few years made most of my own summer clothes - some with crooked stitches! LOL
I am going to post this now before I get a white flash or Care2 glitch blow it all away. To be continue....
HEY... we have some cute little tub babies here!
Ha, ha, had forgotten about polishing the steps. That happened more in London than where we lived in the new town, built to house 1000's of people bombed out during the London Blitz. There were still craters from the bomb blasts and buildings waiting to be pulled down when we used to visit London while I was about 5 or 6. Nana, like everyone else in the area had a bomb shelter in her back garden where the family sheltered during those horrific times. She refused to grow veggies after the war, said she'd had enough of growing food so they didn't starve, and had the most spectacular garden full of flowers planted so close together the weeds never got a chance to grow. It was a real paradise to be there and was her pride and joy.
Don't know a slice, but do remember chip butties and sugar sandwiches. Chip butties are British chips (fat french fries) in a sandwich. Although I preferred them with saussages as well. And lashings of HP sauce. Mmmmmm. Dad liked bread spread with dripping, the fat left after cooking bacon and the Sunday roast. Good to help you keep warm in winter. Would be an unthinkable thing to do these days, but was a popular snack back then. Then there was the boiling of the dripping in water to remove all the bits so only the fat remained.
We don't have central heating as such, just a gas powered tank that heats the water in the baseboard radiators and the hot water from the taps. It's the cleanest heating and the only kind I can live in. Am allergic to gas and oil so have to be careful where I live now.
In school I wanted to do woodwork, but was told girls can't do that. Yet they did allow one boy to join the cookery class. I was miffed, but his parents were really rich so he always got special treatment. We girls were only taught what we needed to know to be wives and mothers, since we were not expected to ever have a career, just marry and produce and care for kids. The apron was always the first thing made in sewing class, then a blouse, but mine never fit and was just a complete waste of time and money. Darn these monkey arms...
Do you remember having to grate the big block of salt?, it came wrapped in blue greaseproof paper and had to be grated and put into the big salt crock so Nana could add a pinch to everything she cooked. My fingers always burned after doing that. Then there was the polishing the silverware, real silver back then. What a job that was with the awful smelling liquid to be used. And we still had the rag and bone man that came by to collect anything metal so it could be recycled, a leftover from the war years. Used to love those horses pulling their carts. The Gypsies would come by a couple of times a year and we had all the knives and scissors sharpened if we could afford it.
My Mum used to cook at the Lions Corner House at Piccadilly Circus in London and she taught me to cook, by the time I was 11 could do all the cooking for the family. It's so good we don't curb our girls interests these days and let them be who and what they want to be. And yes I do remember gobstoppers, almost chocked on one once. My favourites were flying saucers and sherbert fountains.
So glad you enjoyed reading, "gran's tips,
I remember my Mom, polishing the two front door steps,- and once a month, Mom would re-stain the steps in a maroon red stainer,
we couldn't walk on it , until the next day, Mom put a big sign on the front door,-- "Do not step on the steps, unless you want red feet" ,
- mostly I went around the back >(back door entrance), that way , I could greet our dog , who was allowed to roam the whole of the back garden, as there was no way out for him to escape.
Also in those days, the front door was always locked, but the back door was always open, yep even at night !!!
My mom had a twin tub Sue and a wringer, she used to wring out bed sheets, and the like, the wringer was outside, with a big round tin underneath, the washing was pegged out, and the water collected, was used to wash down the yard (patio as it is called now),
If any water was left, it went on the garden, watered our cabbage/runner beans/potatoes/carrots/ or lettuce/spring onions - Mom called them scallions) . what was grown depended on the season, everyone grew rhubarb though, everyone I bet has had, rhubarb crumble/ - jam/-cake/pie . That and prunes !!!! - lets just say they were better than apples .
I wonder Sue, or Lily have you ever heard a slice of bread called "a piece"?
as kids we used to ask for a piece of jam,-= meaning a slice of bread and jam, (jello in USA).
When my Dad was a boy, he told us they were so poor, (1930's) they couldn't afford meat, so my Dad and his friends, used to go to the local butchers, who at that time cook joints of pork /beef/lamb, in his shop window, the butcher would carve the meat, or he would be cooking it for a customer, - soooo my Dad & co. used to stand outside looking at the food, drooling looking at the lovely food, >(sorry if people are veggies)< , the butcher felt sorry for my Dad and his friends, and gave them slices of bread , dipped them in the hot meat juices, then handed all the kids, "a piece in the dip", - my Dad loved that butcher
Then as kids my sister and I were offered "a piece in the dip too"
I hang my washing out as often as I can, especially bed linen, towels, I have a retractable washing line,
I do have a tumble dryer, but seldom use it, even in winter, because we have radiators, in every room,- so I bought racks that can fit on them,
I put the washing on there in the winter, we have gas central heating too Sue, I have always thought that is best to have, then if the electric goes off, you still have heat, and can also cook,
If I had my way though, I would have solar, and a water mill .
My Mom taught me how to cook stew, that would last for 2 days , and when making pastry, to make enough for two of everything, eat one save one , .
When ever we had beef on a sunday, we had minced beef and onion pie with veg the next day, - all made with left overs from sunday lunch, it was lovely, didn't taste "used", if you see what I mean .
So who makes their own Jam then?
would love to hear your memories,-
-what about "gobstoppers" did you buy them, Did you do sewing at school, ? I made an apron, very "aproppriate", I mean what else would I need being female ?.
will visit in the week see who has shared memories, - come on Lily, Brenda & Lynn love hugs x wendy k x & kelly xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
I used to love using the wringer to get the water out of the clothes at my Nana's place, but it regularly killed the buttons. Guess who had to sew all the new ones on every time we visited? Mum had a twin tub, which I preferred and we always hung the washing out on the line. Nowadays we are not allowed to put laundry on the balconies here and many areas of town will not allow washing lines! How times have changed. Marie and I hang out washing on hangers on the shower rail to dry, but have to be careful in Summertime as the sun can bleach things in an hour or two. I've lost many black t-shirts to the sun here.
Haven't used chemical cleaners for decades since I got all the allergies and use the non-chlorine bleach too (allergic) because it breaks down into only water in a couple of hours. But would die without the air conditioner, there is simply no way to cool down the apartment without the AC when the temps get so high and the humidity keeps us wet 24 hours a day. Pity the people living on top of me under the black roof, it is 8-10 degrees hotter up there, and 8 degrees cooler in Marie's place under mine.
With so many food allergies cooking from scratch is the norm for me, except those few times I can afford Swiss Chalet chicken, it's the only fast food my body tolerates. All in all I wish life was more laid back as in days gone by, but it looks like that is not going to happen until we run out of fossil fuels. People went crazy here when we lost electricity for over a week a few years ago, they stopped being able to function. Marie and I were of course OK because we remembered the old ways of doing things and both still use the old fashioned telephones that do not need electricity and have battery operated radios. We still had hot water though as it is heated by gas.
The things I do not miss though are the Sunday night baths in the metal bathtub in front of the sitting room fire, along with the weekly dose of cod liver oil and ex-lax whether or not we needed it. Then going to sleep in a freezing cold room that had been heated by a paraffin stove to just above freezing.
Wendy.... lots of good things here! And thanks to you too, Val.
The world has definitely changed so much that our grandparents, in fact -- my parents too, would find it like an alien world in many ways. My dad was into everything - painting, art, telescopes, microscopes and the study of millions of things the eye cannot see, ESP, supernatural life, nature, and on and on. I am so blessed to have been his daughter (and still am!)
I remember when I was finally old enough to be allowed to use the wringer washer. Actually, I loved using it; thought it was fun. Eventually, that disappeared.
We didn't have seat belts in cars when I was a kid. We just spread out as we liked in the back seat with our comic books.
And the typewriters.... from Underwood to IBM to those fast typewriter machines (can't remember the name of them) to computers! Boy, would my dad have loved a computer! I did four years of studing astrology and it was all done by hand -- working out mean time, exact locations and times of birth by looking them up in special little books, then doing charts by hand... all those planets drawn, etc., AND NOW... you can do them on computer in no time at all! But interpreting them still takes time and know-how.
So many things have changed in our own lifetime that it's mindboggling.
Something I would change back to if I could:
Sundays were meant for a day of rest, church, family time. Stores were closed so that all people had a day of rest. People concentrated on having a day of rest. There were some little corner stores open but not many. People - family and friends - interacted, kids played outside. And then there was Walt Disney on at suppertime and many Sundays my family of four would eat on TV tables in the livingroom and watch whatever was on Walt Disney that week. The other six days of the week we all sat together at the supper table. There were no cell phone rings and lights, no texting, and if the phone rang we always said that we were having supper and would call back.
Boy, just typing that felt good. I just had some flashbacks.
I will keep my eyes open for some things to add to this thread as it's great for information as posted (clean, healthy, and non-toxic living). Thanks again for starting this thread, Wendy.
It was the delight of most little girls (and some boys as well) to learn how to make cookies and other yummy things!
Of course she di Wendy - but I still use things until they die - the problem is that they die in several months sometimes!
And these - I have all of them - yea! And use - would add bleach - less scent than the vinegar.
- 10 natural cough remedies
- 10 health benefits of honey
- 13 surprising home remedies for acid reflux
- 12 health benefits of apple cider vinegar
- 10 vegetables to grow in your garden
- 5 herbs that belong in every kitchen garden
- 10 amazing healing plants from your garden
Don’t eat anything your great-great-great grandmother wouldn’t recognize as food. Imagine how baffled your ancestors would be in a modern supermarket: the epoxy-like tubes of Go-Gurt, the preternaturally fresh Twinkies, the vaguely pharmaceutical Vitamin Water. Those aren’t foods, quite; they’re food products. History suggests you might want to wait a few decades or so before adding such novelties to your diet, the substitution of margarine for butter being the classic case in point.
And by this, we mean anything from having a giant plot of flowers and vegetables out back to having a pot of basil on your windowsill. The size doesn’t matter, the essence is being able to nurture something in the soil and raise it until it can be harvested to eat, make tea, used in a natural remedy or