redrobin62 wrote:
Scrubbing boards for washing clothes. I hated them because you can bruise your knuckles on the ridges.
Gas lamps. That's all we had. No electricity.
Fiber mattresses. Heaven forbid there was a tear in the mattress because those fibers were excruciatingly itchy.
On Saturday mornings we had to sift through the burlap bag of rice and take out the black ones by hand.
Foot-pedaled sewing machines.
Metal pressing-irons that were heated over a fire for pressing clothes.
Metal bucket for carrying water. People in the village had no plumbing. There was a standpipe in the street which the government turned on at the most inopportune time, like 2AM Wednesday morning.
Outhouses. I hated them because of the snakes. We also used newspapers for wiping back then.
In the window of Ascot Cinema they used to have dramatic stills of the movie that was playing to entice you to come in to watch it. I'm sure those photo stills must be worth a fortune today.
Trinidad and Tobago, huh??
Guess I'll have to give my hubby partial points for saying rural West Virginia is like a Third World country.
We had electric and central heat and all that happy crappy, but I knew people who didn't.
It wasn't a daily feature of my life, but I remember outhouses, washboards, carrying water, fiber mattresses, sadirons, treadle machines, picking up firewood (and also burning garbage in a coal furnace both for waste disposal and home heating purposes).
Other than maybe the fiber mattresses, I'm damn glad I remember those things. Glad I know how to use them and how to make them, and sometimes sorely tempted to pack up the kids and the spouse and go live that way. I would miss indoor plumbing and my automatic washer. Central heat really is a nice convenience.
Our "wealthier" life is easier (or more convenient anyway), but I'm not sure it's healthier (other than the abundance of food if we make the right choices with it). I KNOW it's not better for the planet or humanity as a whole.
I think we're spoiled by all the crap we have, and even though I have the skills to do things like use a sadiron and work a treadle and launder on a washboard and dig/maintain an outhouse and cut and heat with wood, we would be extremely hard pressed to find the time or the energy to do them if we had to.
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