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
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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.
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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.
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!
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.
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
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.
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!
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!
If only the people who used these could see what we use today!
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!!
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">
I remember women chatting dressed like this , phot is just great xxxxxxx
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.
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.
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!
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 ?
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"?
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.
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
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!
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!