Hi K-A-S Friends.
My Dad had a needle sharpener in order to get more mileage out of them. I even remember that he had thorn needles at one time. Geez, I am getting old!
Putting the washing through a mangle.
Is that what we called a wringer here in Canada? I remember hearing that ladies used to get hands and forearms caught in the wringer if they were not careful
Washing it in a boiler that had a mangle attachment on it so that it could be mangled right away. I can always remember the Monday smell of boiling washing.
Rationing, especially of sugar and sweets. A lady came once a week to the village where we lived and I was allowed 3 pence of sweets for the whole week. This came out of our sugar rations.
Using a rotary dial telephone.
Horse droppings on our paved street and we lived in the city.
In the winter, if the milkman left the milk on the porch it would freeze. Of course the frozen milk would rise out of the bottle. We used to get unhomogenized milk, so the cream would rise to the top into a bulbous part of the bottle and it was bad news if the frozen cream rose out of the bottle and fell on the porch floor.
Our milk was left on the doorstep by the milkman, and yes, the foil top would often sitting on the frozen cream that had risen outside of the top of the bottle :))
I was in heaven when Mum would let me eat the cream off the top of the milk if she didn't need it for anything.
We lived on a farm...all the milk and cream you could want.....milk tasted how milk should and putting a cup under the 'separator' spout to catch really fresh cream!!
I lived in the city too, my father was delighted if the horse 'performed' near our house, he would dash out with a shovel and a bucket and then happily dig it into the garden veg patch!