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by hexe on 12 January 2014 - 00:01
So glad you found your processor, SS, AND that you didn't break your freakin' neck so you could get satellite reception--let's face it, television reception is hardly worth getting hurt. I'm so glad the dishes for my TV and Internet services are mounted on the ground where I can easily get to them, especially since heights & I aren't on good terms.
Moons, the locals here in NE MI tell me that most of the farms up here had indoor running water by the late '60s, but a lot of them didn't install toilets until the late 70's, and like your grandpa many of the older folks felt it was nasty to 'do yer bizness' in the house. The Romani culture takes a similar view of indoor toilets, although that belief is diminishing in the more recent generations. And let's face it--there ARE some people who would be doing everyone a favor if they only used outdoor facilities.
Moons, the locals here in NE MI tell me that most of the farms up here had indoor running water by the late '60s, but a lot of them didn't install toilets until the late 70's, and like your grandpa many of the older folks felt it was nasty to 'do yer bizness' in the house. The Romani culture takes a similar view of indoor toilets, although that belief is diminishing in the more recent generations. And let's face it--there ARE some people who would be doing everyone a favor if they only used outdoor facilities.
by Sunsilver on 12 January 2014 - 02:01
My dad had me climbing ladders when I was still very young, to pick cherries off the neighbour's tree, which hung over our garage. The tree produced far more than she and her husband could use. I also used to be in the nursery business, and loved to trim trees. That means climbing them, too. Heck, spring hasn't fully arrived unless the apple tree has had its annual pruning! I don't do well with really high heights, but I do clean my own chimney. Since I use the fireplace a lot, that saves me quite a bit of money.
Mom and Dad's next door neighbour snapped a pic of him climbing up on the roof at the age of 85 to repoint the chimney bricks!
There was one time he refused to climb a ladder, though. Those of you familiar with old barns will know there was usually a rod that ran from one end of the barn to the other, right up at the peak. It carried a rope and a pulley used to raise sheaves up into the loft, before the days when they had bales.
The pulley had come off the rod, and was stuck. My uncle's dad, who was in his 80's turned to my uncle and my father, and asked if one of them would climb up to the peak of the roof, and set the pulley back on the track. Uncle Erwin and Dad both looked at each other, and shook their heads. No one was getting THEM up there, over 100 feet in the air, with a sheer drop to the barn floor!
Mr. Letts Senior said a few choice cuss words about the younger generation, then climbed the ladder and DID IT HIMSELF!
People raised on the farm in those days generally had no fear of heights. The youngest boy in the above picture used to go hand over hand across the sheaf carrier rod, from one end of the barn to the other! The barn was over 100 ft. long, too!
Mom and Dad's next door neighbour snapped a pic of him climbing up on the roof at the age of 85 to repoint the chimney bricks!
There was one time he refused to climb a ladder, though. Those of you familiar with old barns will know there was usually a rod that ran from one end of the barn to the other, right up at the peak. It carried a rope and a pulley used to raise sheaves up into the loft, before the days when they had bales.
The pulley had come off the rod, and was stuck. My uncle's dad, who was in his 80's turned to my uncle and my father, and asked if one of them would climb up to the peak of the roof, and set the pulley back on the track. Uncle Erwin and Dad both looked at each other, and shook their heads. No one was getting THEM up there, over 100 feet in the air, with a sheer drop to the barn floor!
Mr. Letts Senior said a few choice cuss words about the younger generation, then climbed the ladder and DID IT HIMSELF!
People raised on the farm in those days generally had no fear of heights. The youngest boy in the above picture used to go hand over hand across the sheaf carrier rod, from one end of the barn to the other! The barn was over 100 ft. long, too!
by Two Moons on 12 January 2014 - 02:01
Hi Hexe,
when I was young and staying at my grand parents during summer break everything was amazing to me being from the city.
The milk house with a coal stove where we took baths in a wash tub, the smoke house were they cured their own hams and kept the chicken feed they mixed themselves from milled grains and meat scrap, eating cattle feed out in the barn, the hand pump at the cattle trough that always had a fish in it to keep it clean, the enormous barn and hay loft with ropes to swing on and making castles in the hay bales, the old Farmall tractor we pretended to drive, collecting the eggs and feeding the chickens, and the out house, it all was so cool when I was young.
Down the basement steps was a pot with a lid on it to use in the night if we had to go to the bathroom.
Grandma and Grandpa would light a kerosene lamp to walk out after dark to the out house but we had to use the pot, I guessed that was where the term piss pot came from, my mom sometimes called me that, (piss pot)...lol
The spring and the frog pond and a peach orchard across the road, going into town with Grandpa in the old truck, butchering, picking corn, and watermelon from the milk cooler on a hot summer day.
It was the best of times for me at that age, all gone now, I will always remember those times even if I can't remember anything else.
when I was young and staying at my grand parents during summer break everything was amazing to me being from the city.
The milk house with a coal stove where we took baths in a wash tub, the smoke house were they cured their own hams and kept the chicken feed they mixed themselves from milled grains and meat scrap, eating cattle feed out in the barn, the hand pump at the cattle trough that always had a fish in it to keep it clean, the enormous barn and hay loft with ropes to swing on and making castles in the hay bales, the old Farmall tractor we pretended to drive, collecting the eggs and feeding the chickens, and the out house, it all was so cool when I was young.
Down the basement steps was a pot with a lid on it to use in the night if we had to go to the bathroom.
Grandma and Grandpa would light a kerosene lamp to walk out after dark to the out house but we had to use the pot, I guessed that was where the term piss pot came from, my mom sometimes called me that, (piss pot)...lol
The spring and the frog pond and a peach orchard across the road, going into town with Grandpa in the old truck, butchering, picking corn, and watermelon from the milk cooler on a hot summer day.
It was the best of times for me at that age, all gone now, I will always remember those times even if I can't remember anything else.
by Two Moons on 12 January 2014 - 02:01
I still climb my roof too Sunsilver, to clean out the chimney and gutters, I still sometimes climb a tree to deer hunt instead of using a tree stand.
I figure if I fall these days I'll just crack like an egg....
I figure if I fall these days I'll just crack like an egg....
by Ruger1 on 12 January 2014 - 02:01
Moons,,isn't a little after your bedtime?,,,
,,,lol,,,
,,,lol,,,by Two Moons on 12 January 2014 - 02:01
LOL.....
I don't really have a schedual.
Watching a movie, Book of Eli.
I don't really have a schedual.
Watching a movie, Book of Eli.
by Ruger1 on 12 January 2014 - 03:01
Never heard of it,,,Any good ?,,,
by Two Moons on 12 January 2014 - 03:01
That's hard to believe, yes it's very good.
I had company earlier, it's the third movie tonight.....lol
I had company earlier, it's the third movie tonight.....lol
by Ruger1 on 12 January 2014 - 03:01
Company is nice,,,:)
by Two Moons on 12 January 2014 - 03:01
My oldest son and his girl friend, they're gone now and the movies almost over.
Nice to have them , nice to see them go....lol
I'm about ready to turn in.
Night.
Nice to have them , nice to see them go....lol
I'm about ready to turn in.
Night.
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