A long time ago

[Vern Humphrey]

Bag Balm, I bet. Poor old cows would get their udder (bag) scratched, or cut by any number of things. G'pa and G'ma's hands, HARD working hands and fingers would crack open at the joint. Still available in drugstore under other names.

By the way how many kids today know what an "udder" is? Every youngster should learn how to milk a cow and have to reach under an old hen to get her eggs.

My wife was the Assistant Director of Nurses at the largest nursing home in Virginia. They used bag balm to prevent bedsores.

[lyman]

Mom still has a clothes line behind her house, don't think she uses it any more,
we had one at the house my brohter and I still own, untill maybe 20 yrs ago,
dad took it down for whatever reason (they divorced and mom moved out when I was in college)

we had one at out first house, but never installed one here ,

[Art]

My wife was the Assistant Director of Nurses at the largest nursing home in Virginia. They used bag balm to prevent bedsores.

Bag Balm is good stuff. Udderly Smooth is pretty good too if Bag Balm is hard to find where you are.

[lyman]

FWIW, when I as an Apprentice Meat guy, we used Iodine as a sanitizer,
the same type dairymen used to use to sanitize the udders,

if you did not mix it correctly (dilute with hot water) you hands at night looked like you had jaundice

[Allen]

While we are on the subject of the past:

[SDigger]

^^^ added;
No TV dinner’s.
Vegemite always on the table.
Ice cream on top of piklet’s (pancake’s) was a dessert thing.
Anything!! mum’s & Nan’s could cook was a go.
Cheer’s

[Vern Humphrey]

I ate my first Pizza in Houston Texas in the spring of 1952 -- so it's older than you think.

In the '50s, after we moved onto the ranch, my mom would buy the foil trays for TV dinners. Whenever there was a You Pick (go into the field, pick it yourself and pay by weight) we all went and picked. Then she'd say, "Boys, I need a deer."

Then she'd have an orgy of cooking -- she'd fill a hundred of those foil trays and put them in the freezer -- we had humongous freezer on the side porch.

And on evenings when she didn't feel like cooking, she'd say, "Are you boys hungry?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"You know where the freezer is."