KEEPING CLEAN Etc. Back in the Day

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Tough as depression times were, we were better off than a lot of people. My father had been Filling Station Manager for the Okla City area for Wirt Franklin Oil Co. but lost his job as the company failed. I was in the second grade in 1931 when we moved back to Ardmore, in with my grandparents where I was born and the same address I live today. They had gas for cooking, electricity, water and sewage. Pretty well off, had some property, owned his insurance agency, had a Model T Ford, but lived much the same as they had since the 1890s but for the utilities.

Wash day was a big thing. My grandmother would build a fire under her big black iron pot in the back yard and heat water. She and my mother washed clothes by hand on a 'wash board'. Washboards had an area a foot or so square mounted in a wood frame with legs to stand in the water in the wash tub. With soap and warm water they rubbed the dirty collars and such against the corrugated surface of the wash board to get clean. Then rinsed and wrung out the water by twisting each by hand, then hung on the clothes line. There was such a thing as a wringer with two rollers that was cranked by hand but we didn't have one. Every fall my grandmother fired up the old washpot and made lye soap - which she did till she passed in 1950.

A washing machine relieved the labor about 1932. Got a water heater also. Our new washer was the latest and greatest with the wringer 'safety release'. The rollers were powered and could be a source of injury. By hitting a bar on top the rollers separated and stopped. The common saying of getting a 'finger in the wringer' was no joke, worse if some other body part got caught.

The water heater was bare galvanized iron about a foot in diameter and five feet tall. You lit the burner below and set the flame for the water being used. With no safety devices heaters could explode if one got hot enough to make steam. Water heaters did explode - but not ours. Water usually was heated for several baths. You would put about inch and a half water in the old bathtub (standing on legs), do your bath and drain it for the next. Small children were bathed more than one at a time. We heard of grownups batheing together but didn't know anybody who would do such a bizarre thing. Probably half the houses in Ardmore didn't have a bathtub then. I recall that our house and the house next door had the bathroom added to the basic house, probably when Ardmore installed sewage, before my time.

Electric refrigerator came about 1932. Before that the ice man came each day in his horse wagon. An ice card in the window had numbers on it if, say 25 pounds, was up he put 25 in our ice box on the back porch. Horse wagon delivery also used for milk and other frequent stops. I recall person delivery, Tamale man from his pushcart sold hot tamales wrapped in corn shucks. We all ate wild game then, rabbit, squirrel, etc. These were rabbit tamales. The story went around that he was accused of using horse meat. Questioned, he admitted part horse. How much?? 50-50 - one rabbit, one horse. Such was life back in memory lane ---->
 
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Thank you for posting this. It brought back early memories of my grandmother's wash board that did have the hand-cranked wringer. She had long since retired that washboard to the back corner of the garage by the time I was a child, but it was an object of curiosity for me at that age.
 
You have lived a full life and seen many things. Modern kids do not even know the hardships you went through. I know "poor" kids nowadays and the parents still have everything like cars, air conditioning, running water, abundance of food. smartphones, adequate clothing, and the kids even have smartphones. Hardly poor by your childhood era standards.
 
The ice man coming around and delivering blocks for iceboxes was still a common sight when I was growing up in New England back in the 1950s. We lived in a modest neighborhood so that may have been the reason. The iceman would give us kids pieces to suck on and this was great on a hot Summer day.
Jim
 
We had one phone on the wall. It had a crank magneto that rang in the town switchboard over the firehouse. there were about 6 or 8 party lines for a town of 600 back in the early 1950s. When the operator answered, you either gave her a number to connect, or told her who you wanted to talk to. If you wanted to talk to Aunt Alma, for instance, you could just tell the operator, who might say, "oh, she's over at your Grandma's", and ring over there. Our ring was long, long, short, long. My firstphone number was 8R5.
 
Cool story. I was born in 51 and remember when my grandparents got indoor plumbing. Got a toilet and sink in about 1958. Never had a tub or shower. Remember the first tv and the 50' antenna it took to get 2 stations from Knoxville and 1 from Lexington. Coal stove in the middle of the house for warmth and granny cooked on wood until about 1960. Big vegetable garden and a smoke house and a henhouse. tobacco barn and milking barn. Little changed from the depression era and just about self sufficient. Precious memories.
 
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I was born in Clay County, Alabama on this date in 1943. Clay County was a poor County then. I remember when we got electricity, and doing homework on the back of a calendar by candlelight. We were dirt poor, but I didn't know it because everybody else was in the same shape. My Dad was a share cropper and anything else that would bring in a little money. I remember the "wash pot" and the "scrub board" as we called it and the old lye soap that I hated to use, and living in a house with a dog run in the middle between the kitchen and the rest of the rooms. I also remember in later years my Mom getting her hand and arm caught in the wringers on the washing machine.

I could say more but it brings back lots of not so pleasant memories. I don't have much sympathy for the spoiled society that we hear complaining about cotton, stomping and burning the flag. I am so blessed today though, because of the blessings of God and hard work we are far from those living conditions now.

Have a blessed day,

Leon
 
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Central City,CO 1952

Trudy (seated) lived here most of her adult life.Woodstove in the kitchen and a parlor stove in the front room.The bathroom was up the hill out back.There was a model T in her garage.I remember being 4-5 yrs old and needing a bathroom.I was a suburban kid and was baffled when they pointed me out the back door :-)
That was the coolest place around back then
 

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Momma was born in Tuscaloosa Alabama inside a one room log cabin with no written records.
Years later the courthouse lady explains to me, the complicated, hard documentation proof I need to present for her passport approval.
Overwhelmed I blurted; well, doesn't having a baby on American soil automatically qualify you as a citizen?
A lady in the back spoke up: "Yes it does!"
I said: she has three birth certificated younguns on record... Let's have that passport!!

Never got it.
 
I was in the first grade in 1941. We lived in Pingree, Idaho population 51.
My Dad was a section man on the Union Pacific Railroad. We lived in half
of a little section house. Really only a kitchen and a big combination
living-bedroom. A big old Majestic provided the heat, cooking, and water
heating. The "bathroom" was a two-holer down the trail a ways from the
house. My job from as early as I can remember, until we moved away
from Pingree was to pump and carry in the water, chop and bring in
kindling wood, and bring in a bucket of coal.
We listened to our battery powered radio about an hour on Sunday
evenings. Coal oil lamps provided our light. I had a honey bucket
under my bed so I wouldn't have to go down the trail at night.
We got our baths every Saturday, in the big galvanized tub, whether
we needed it or not.
I guess we were poor, but we didn't know it, because everybody we
knew lived the same way. Precious memories.
 
The only real opportunities for kids to make a little spending money when I was growing up was to deliver the newspaper,shovel snow in the winter and pick berries for 50 cents a quart and mow lawns during the warmer months. I can remember picking a quart of berries and 'blowing" the money on a box of 22s so i could go shooting. My sole possession of any real value was a Winchester model 74 that my Dad had bought used one year for Christmas and I treasured it. Our house was built in the 1870s and was heated with coal stoves until I was a teenager. We did have an inside toilet so I guess I was better off then some posting here.
Jim
 
The hole looks like where a second handle was. Maybe it was broken off?

You nailed it. Had to grab a flashlight
and go check it out. There is a little remnant of the top handle left above the hole. It has some really short legs on it, can't imagine building a fire underneath it. Maybe the handles were used to hang it above the fire? Maybe it was used for cooking and Mama Ange repurposed it for the wash pot after it broke? There is definitely a water ring stain right up to the hole that's visible in the pics. Thanks for the insight... now I know a little more of the story. :)
 
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