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CJ
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posted 09-24-2003 07:58 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for CJ     
Next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature isn't just how you like it, think about how things used to be....
Here are some facts about the 1500s:

Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were starting to smell so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor

Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children-last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it - hence the saying, "Don't throw the baby out with the bath water."

Houses had thatched roofs - thick straw - piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the dogs, cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof hence the saying "It's raining cats and dogs." There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could really mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence.

The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt, hence the saying "dirt poor." The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on the floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they kept adding more thresh until when you opened the door it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entranceway - hence, a "thresh hold."

In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes the stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while - hence the rhyme, "peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old."

Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man "could bring home the bacon." They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and "chew the fat."

Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with a high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning and death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous. Most people did not have pewter plates, but had trenchers, a piece of wood with the middle scooped out like a bowl. Often trenchers were made from stale bread which was so old and hard that they could be used for quite some time. Trenchers were never washed and a lot of times worms and mold got into the wood and old bread. After eating off wormy, moldy trenchers, one would get "trench mouth."

Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or "uppercrust."

Lead cups were used to drink ale or whiskey. The combination would sometimes knock them out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up - hence the custom of holding a "wake."

England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a "bone-house" and reuse the grave. When re-opening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they thought they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the "graveyard shift") to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be "saved by the bell" or was considered a "dead ringer".

And that's the truth... (whoever said history was boring?!)



tangled up in BLUE
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posted 09-24-2003 09:22 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for tangled up in BLUE     
reminded me of some old times.....when I was a small kid, my family was forced to live with my grandparents in Kentucky for quite a long time....my father worked at Chrysler from '49 till '57....there was an extended layoff that nearly starved everyone out in this area....anyway, we moved to "the hills"...my mom hated living there...we had no running water, plumbing or bathrooms at all in the large old farmhouse....there was a well in the side yard that we dropped an aluminum cylinder down into to draw up water....or we could go across the back lot to the "crik" and get fresh water.....obviously used an outhouse(deluxe two holer), complete with Sears catalogues and corn cobs......had pigs and chickens all over the lots and yard, even had chickens get in the house several times a day, my granny would "shoo" them out.....bathing was accomplished by filling a large bowl with water from the well, and standing in the kitchen next to the wood burning stove and taking a sponge bath of sorts.....the house was heated by a series of coal burning fireplaces....there was ice on the walls INSIDE the house in the winter.....electricity was used ONLY for the small 25 watt bulb in the center of the ceiling in each room, and my grandfather had an electric radio we were allowed to listen to a little bit after supper....mostly farm and weather reports....we slept on a feather bed, under stacks of quilts to keep warm in case the fire went out during the night....income was derived from a tobacco base, selling farm animals and their by products, moonshine was manufactured and sold, but no moonshine cars...we couldn't afford to deliver the stuff.....remember once when I was visiting there around 1959 when there was a big explosion in the middle of the night....a "moon car" was being pursued by the police and lost control on the turn by our house, rolled over and exploded.....set one of our fields on fire and burned quite a lot of tobacco that night....my grandfather sat on the porch and used his extra sharp pocket knife to whittle sticks at night while talking to other farmers that walked down the road, always wore a suit, white shirt and tie, ALWAYS.....I had only a couple of toy cars to play with, spent most of my time roaming the woods and mountains nearby and tormenting various farm animals...no one to play with for several miles...no bicycle or even a flat place to ride one....grew up on beans and cornbread, still like them today, but not with coffee and molasses poured on top like my grandparents did....seems like yesterday sitting in church on Sunday mornings hearing my Grandfather preach to the congregation....yes, it was a little extra money to preach on Sundays, so he did that too....my Grandfather was baldheaded at 23 years old, well educated, loved to read and write stories....rarely smiled or seemed to relax....he was all business....my Granny was the one that slipped me a nickle or a piece of stick candy....she was the softy....they lived to a very ripe old age and never had the comforts we all take for granted today....sorry for rambling...


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