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Chipping boxes. A bad damned job if you ever did it. [bleep] chasers. I agree with S-Head on Buckwheat in a head lock. Got to love it!
Almost forgot.. Poontane.π ππ
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This has been a fun thread.
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[quote=GeoW]Chipping boxes. A bad damned job if you ever did it.
GeoW,
It would be interesting to hear more about "chipping boxes".
I believe it has something to do with skinning pine trees as part of the turpentine business. Did you participate in this activity?
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I tried it a for a short time, that and pulpwooding. It was offered to me as it was the family farm and the turpentine man had run off with a hussey, left his wife and kids..
Didn't take long to find out the gum spirits of turpentine (tar) business was not for me. Dad is probably still chuckling at me from that experience.
Ditto pulpwooding in the swamp and ty-ty bay.
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Instead of baggies, Wax Paper sandwich bags.
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Reading this has been fun... remember so much of what has been posted...
As few I can think of that I haven't seen...
Candy Cigarettes...wouldn't those fly nowadays...
One I know, no one posted and maybe it only applied to us southern boys... Attending Segregated Schools...
I never attended school with black kids, until I was in the 6th grade, when the old man was transferred to England in 1963...except 1959, in Albany GA where the Klan burnt down the local black school, so they put them in our school... but blocked off an area for the black kids to attend....we weren't to cross that line they put in the main hallway.. The black kids couldn't use the cafeteria to eat at all... guess they just brought their lunch and ate in the class room.. they weren't allowed to use the playground, and recess wasn't at the same time for them as the rest of us... they had a field that was bulldozed next to the school.. that was their play ground...that was for like half the school year..
our buses would pass the black kids waiting for the bus... It delivered all the white kids to school, and then went out and got the black kids...
My happiest memories was going to West Virginia to visit grandparents and Aunts & Uncles who still owned farms in those days...
small hand pump on the kitchen counter by the sink for water...drank water out of a laddle dipped in a bucket.. even when they got running water, the old timers always said it tasted better coming out of the pump and drank in a laddle...
Folks loving unpasteurized milk, with the cream etc floating in it... Recently talked to my cousin who is three months younger than me...I told him my favorite time as a kid was coming down to spend a week at his farm.... he told me his favorite time was for my and my brother to come visit him.... in his family was him and his older sister Judy.... he had to do a whole long list of chores daily...
when me and my brother came to visit, not only were we thrilled to do all of his chores..me and my brother would fight over to do every chore he hated to do.... he got to boss us around, instead of his dad bossing him around over the chores...
Aunt Jo had a gas stove, but still preferred to cook on her old 12 burner cast iron stove.. down there we got to drink coffee at breakfast as kids... and shoot my cousins 22s...at anything almost we wanted to....Aunt Jo use to use the gas stove for cooking things quick... kinda like what folks use a microwave for nowadays.....
almost all of our relatives had the old farm houses, which still used outhouses.. I remember when Aunt Jo and Uncle Richard invited the entire family over to see her new indoor bathroom, with plumbing and all... and an electric heater... all of our relatives heated their house with old coal burning stoves...
Uncle Richard taking us for a ride down to the saw mill him and his brother Jack owned... a ride in the bucket on his tractor.. about 5 or 6 miles down the road... No seat belts in that one...and then climbing up and jumping down in the sawdust...
several winters of riding a sled off the mountain side or down the dirt road off the mountain.. with me on the bottom, my cousin Jim on top of me, and my brother on top of him...
and flying down the road, and come around a curve, to find several of my Uncles cows in the middle of the road.. jerking off the down hill side of the road, to miss the cow, and then having to navigate going off a forested mountain side, dodging trees.. until we went crashing into the creek....coming out soaked head to toe, where it was like 20 degrees outside.. so it froze and we went back to the farm house, stiff as boards...
Aunt Jo had us strip off, and then her taking our clothes out to the clothes line and beating the ice off of them.. and then ironing them with an old cast iron, Iron she would set on the pot belly stove or the 12 burning kitchen stove .. and hour or so later they were dry, and we put them right back on... and were off riding the sled down the mountain side once again...
we sure had a hell of a lot more fun in those days, than kids do nowadays...
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GEO W.... Reckon POOTANE and POONTANG are the same thing....except POONTANE was a little further back..
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How about the fat guy with ass crack that changed the tubes in your TV and robbed you blind.........
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When we bought most, if not all local.
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Ink wells on the school desks. They went unused for us, ballpoints were just coming in. We learned with cartridge fountain pens. They were cleaner than the refillable type. Those things were why us lefties wrote upside down - to keep from dragging our hand through the wet ink.
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One I know, no one posted and maybe it only applied to us southern boys... Attending Segregated Schools...
I never attended school with black kids, until I was in the 6th grade, when the old man was transferred to England in 1963...except 1959, in Albany GA where the Klan burnt down the local black school, so they put them in our school... but blocked off an area for the black kids to attend....we weren't to cross that line they put in the main hallway.. The black kids couldn't use the cafeteria to eat at all... guess they just brought their lunch and ate in the class room.. they weren't allowed to use the playground, and recess wasn't at the same time for them as the rest of us... they had a field that was bulldozed next to the school.. that was their play ground...that was for like half the school year..
our buses would pass the black kids waiting for the bus... It delivered all the white kids to school, and then went out and got the black kids... ...and they wonder why the blacks were in favor of M L King's revolution?
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In 1951 the Washington state tax tokens went out of circulation. They were an Aluminum coin with a hole in the center.
I was born in 1951, and could see many places my father used tax tokens as washers.
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I grew up in suburban Atlanta. Started first grade in 1956. Schools were segregated, never saw a black kid in school until integration started in 1966, when I was in 11th grade. Our teachers in grade school were a bunch of unreconstructed Southern Belles. I can still remember Miss Causey, in 4th grade, telling the class of what a terrible thing that Mr. Lincoln ended slavery, because the colored folks had it good under slavery, they all had good jobs and a nice little cabin to live in. Also I remember Miss Cofield in fifth grade had us sing this song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kSJZ12iMzvQAll of us little white kids would stand by the desk, we knew the song by heart, and we would sing. When we got to the part that said "Pick a bale of cotton" we all bent over and spun our hands around real fast, like we were picking cotton. Then when we sang "Oh, Lordy" we raised our hands over our heads and shook our hands. Somehow, I don't think the kids at Ashford Park School are singing "Pick a Bale of Cotton" today.
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For us old gaffers, do any remember flashlight batteries that had the paper tube on them? School lunch milk in half pint glass bottles, with a paper cap?
Any more? Maybe the young bucks on the 'fire, will lean a few things about the ancient days? In first grade 1956 we had milk 3 cents in a glass bottle. We said grace before eating. Both of those were gone in 1957. I was in 1st grade in 1953... Our teacher was so old, that the next year they invented cheese.. But yep - milk bottles (glass) with the paper insert on top.. Coke at the drug store was .10 cents - and that was for a 'large'.. Fuel oil was between 10-12 cents/gallon - delivered.. The only radios in vehicles was AM... Postage stamps for a letter cost .03... Our home phone number was only 3 digits - and it was on a party line with 7 other families.. What a pita.. If I wanted to call the shop in Hudson I hadda get the operator and ask for "Hudson number 9"... Unreal..
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Party lines existed in my area as late as 1985.
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Cereal bags made of waxed paper, that you could reliably open without vise grips.
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Cereal bags made of waxed paper, that you could reliably open without vise grips. And even with the Vise Grips, you still sling most of the cereal around the room when the bag finally tears.
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Quart cans of motor oil that you had to pierce open with a spout. Damn things always leaked. And were made of foil lined paper.
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I drove a Model A and on really cold winter nights, before I went to bed, I'd go outside and start the old rattle trap. Let it run for a couple of minutes and then use the manual choke to kill the engine. That would leave a little gas on top of the cylinder heads and the next morning it would start right up. Worked like a charm!
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I grew up in suburban Atlanta. Started first grade in 1956. Schools were segregated, never saw a black kid in school until integration started in 1966, when I was in 11th grade. Our teachers in grade school were a bunch of unreconstructed Southern Belles. I can still remember Miss Causey, in 4th grade, telling the class of what a terrible thing that Mr. Lincoln ended slavery, because the colored folks had it good under slavery, they all had good jobs and a nice little cabin to live in. Also I remember Miss Cofield in fifth grade had us sing this song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kSJZ12iMzvQAll of us little white kids would stand by the desk, we knew the song by heart, and we would sing. When we got to the part that said "Pick a bale of cotton" we all bent over and spun our hands around real fast, like we were picking cotton. Then when we sang "Oh, Lordy" we raised our hands over our heads and shook our hands. Somehow, I don't think the kids at Ashford Park School are singing "Pick a Bale of Cotton" today. What a strange song to sing in a classroom environment. DMc
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