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My mom used to put these big pots of boiling water in the freezer section to melt the frost.
That was my late brother Scottie's job when we were kids.
My mom used to put these big pots of boiling water in the freezer section to melt the frost.
...large colored maps on rollers. These hung over the blackboard at the front of the room and could be pulled down like a window blind.
How To Use a Wringer Washing Machine.
Sorry, but these give me the willies. I got my hand caught up in one when I was a kid. After my sisters and my dad broke me loose I got my butt whipped! Everytime I see one I just cringe! I'm scared of mouse traps too. Yep, I got my hand caught in one of those too. I guess I was just one of those stupid kids or something.
How To Use a Wringer Washing Machine.
Sorry, but these give me the willies. I got my hand caught up in one when I was a kid. After my sisters and my dad broke me loose I got my butt whipped! Everytime I see one I just cringe! I'm scared of mouse traps too. Yep, I got my hand caught in one of those too. I guess I was just one of those stupid kids or something.
As my father would say: "You don't want to do that again now do you?"
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I got my hand caught up in one when I was a kid.
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How To Use a Wringer Washing Machine.
Sorry, but these give me the willies. I got my hand caught up in one when I was a kid. After my sisters and my dad broke me loose I got my butt whipped! Everytime I see one I just cringe! I'm scared of mouse traps too. Yep, I got my hand caught in one of those too. I guess I was just one of those stupid kids or something.
Most wringer machines made after about 1930 had safety features to prevent hand mangling -- my machine has a knockdown bar at the top of the wringer which instantly releases the pressure if something gets caught between the rollers. All you do is whack it with your free hand, and out you come.
The later Maytag wringers of the seventies and eighties had a pneumatic switch rigged into a rubber bulb. You had to step on the bulb to keep the wringer operating -- stepping off the button released the pressure. In practice this system tended to leak, so the wringer would often quit when you didn't want it to quit, and a lot of repairmen simply removed the whole safety system to get the wringer working again. These newer machines are the ones you most have to watch out for.
I got my hand caught up in one when I was a kid... I'm scared of mouse traps too. Yep, I got my hand caught in one of those too. I guess I was just one of those stupid kids or something.
That "it bears boiling" part goes some way toward explaining why coarsely ground robusta from a percolator tastes not bad. But, again, provided it's hot and fresh.
There's a small coffee roaster near here (this is kinda like a Minnesotan saying he lives near a lake) which I walk by almost daily. The smell emanating from that place when they're roasting makes me consider giving up my devilish ways, because Heaven surely smells like that roasting plant. But even that doesn't top the smell of percolating coffee in a steamy kitchen on a cold winter morning.
Maybe this is not the right thread for this, so feel free to relocate if necessary.
I can remember as a kid never drinking out of any kind of glass at my grandmothers house that hadn't either at one time held jelly or something, or came buried in a can of oatmeal. The jelly glasses didn't have threaded rims, either. Back then you popped the lid loose with s bottle opener and mashed it back closed when done. These jars often had little designs screened on them or were decoratively molded. When you had used all the product it was a real glass, not a recycled jar. Also I remember my grandmother getting all kinds of glasses and small dishes in the oatmeal. Kind of like the prize in a box of cereal, I suppose.
I imagine the collecting and using was pretty widespread back in the day, as it was definately a good way to save money. Especially if there were kids in the house, they can break some dishes.
I've been drinking out of the same old Mason jars for nearly thirty years. Never broken one.
In the summers following my second and third university years I sold ''diaper service'' to young wives expecting their first child. I found it to be very easy to make more money than many men with years of selling experience. I suspect that the fact that I was about the same age as these women helped immensely. This was in the summers of 1961 and 62.