A long time ago

[PWC]

go read up on what some ice cream was back in the day,



scary,


I have heard of , but not seen Blueing used,


my Maternal Grandma, when she wasn't doctoring on us (playing on a farm tended to get you bloody or bruised once in a while, ) always went for the Salve first,
not a clue who made it or what it was, guessing some first aid cream that looked almost like Vaseline, (probably a major component of it)
she would dip a finger in the jar, rub it on you and tell you to get back outside,

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.

[lyman]

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.

may have been, not sure, to long ago to remember a brand, and I have vague recollections of the top of the lid being worn, as in no way to read it anyway,


reaching under a het, been there, done that, even my city grandparents (Dad's side) had a hen house,


country grandma would be seen every now and again walking thru the yard, going from the hen house to the corn crib, carrying a black snake or garter by the tail,

she would not kill them, (unless they climbed a tree) but would relocate one so it ate rats and mice vs her eggs

[Allen]

may have been, not sure, to long ago to remember a brand, and I have vague recollections of the top of the lid being worn, as in no way to read it anyway,


reaching under a het, been there, done that, even my city grandparents (Dad's side) had a hen house,


country grandma would be seen every now and again walking thru the yard, going from the hen house to the corn crib, carrying a black snake or garter by the tail,

she would not kill them, (unless they climbed a tree) but would relocate one so it ate rats and mice vs her eggs

My grandparents, the ones who lived where I live now, had chickens. My grandmother would reach under the hens every day for the egg. One day she pulled out a large corn snake. These snakes eat eggs but this one we think was enjoying the warmth under the hen.

[SDigger]

Can still remember the bluing used in the old wash tubs 50’s & recall the name (Reckitts crown Blue) as the product nana used.

[Art]

My mother was born in 1912 and, until age 12 lived on a working cattle ranch. In 1924, when they sold the place, there was no electricity, no gas and no running water, but at least, I understand there was a pump in the kitchen. Obviously my mom was a big fan of the Roosevelt era rural electrification program. When they sold the place and moved to town in 1924 all those amenities became available. There was one heater in the house, a gas unit in the living room. In any other room you adjusted temperature by taking off or adding clothes or covers if you were in bed. There was one of those ancient refrigerators in the kitchen with the motor/compressor on top. The freezer would hold a couple of ice trays and maybe a couple of pork chops. I don't recall a wringer washer in that house but I'm sure there was one at some time. At that time, 1950s & 60s you still saw plenty of wringer washers though and they were usually on a porch; classier people kept them on the back porch . The "drier" for, for any below the upper middle class clothes were clothes lines. Every house I lived in up until I got out of high school had clothes line poles in the back yard. I grew up in southeast Texas and south central Louisiana where the heat in the summer is brutal but we didn't have air conditioning until I was a senior in high school. My father had it better, his family immigrated to the US from France (Alsace) in the 1840s and landed in New Orleans where they stayed so they were the they at least had indoor plumbing and electricity as soon as it became available.

In the late1970s when we moved into the house we're still in the association covenant had a ban on outdoor clotheslines that were visible from the street in any direction....

[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."