Reading the Facebook threads, I realised that there really are people that couldn't live without Facebook. What's your 'couldn't live without it' thing that your parents never had when you were a kid? I've not got many, but I confess to not being able to live without the dreaded computer.

Refrigerator - we had a tiled shelf in the larder cupboard to keep things like butter cool.
We also had a 'meat safe' in a sheltered location outside the back door in the lobby next to the coalhouse door. The meatsafe was a metal box about 20 inches cube with perforated sides and a tight-fitting door to keep flies out but allow air to circulate.

cellphones, automatic washing machines

I could live without mom...long story, and no-I don't still live with my mom:\

but, lemme tell y'all I'm my mother's son and I'm not afraid of anything!!! ...:E;):}

What you don't know, you don't miss.

Life changes and evolves, and our 'needs' with them. It is perfectly possible to live as your parents and grandparents did, but by doing so you'd be out of synch with the rest of 'humanity', and thereby you'd probably feel isolated.

It is an absolute joy for me to rent a lodge on the west coast of Jura that is serviced by gas cannisters brought in by boat, no electricity, and your only form of heat for water, cooking and warmth is the fire that burns whatever you can forage for. You have to ensure that you have your food supplies for the week when the boat drops you off as it won't return until the end of your week unless it is an emergency, in which event you contact the shop in Tarbert by CB Radio, powered by batteries.

Utter bliss.... for that week. ;)

(typed on my wireless network laptop whilst browsing several windows and checking my mobile phone messages)

Washing machine - doing without is total drudgery.

I've done without refrigeration and a lot of other things living on a yacht for a year, but I had a 50 quid twin tub caravan mini washing machine. Joy.





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'couldn't live without it' thing that your parents never had when you were a kid

Sex.......................

Gas, electricity, running water and flushing sanitiation, we didn't have any of them. (500 year old cottage).

Me b*llocks! Mum never had any! Other than that, 'progress,' bah!

Gin and Belgian beer!!

Never had any of that in our house when I was a kid (had damn near everything else, but no Gin!!)

What Chuks said. Nothing much I need apart from the basics. The rest is just fluff and baubles.

Penicillin,a awful lot of prooners would not be here were it not for that swag.:rolleyes:

Penicillin,a awful lot of prooners would not be here were it not for that swag

Quick drift, Mr Drapes. My Dad used to tell the story about his Mum at death's door. Doc prepares the family for the worst, adding that there was one last chance. There is this new drug called Streptomysin (sp) that we might try. She died in her sleep in her 80s in the 80s. Timing, my boy, is everything, then as now.

CG

When I was a youngster, the magic pill was the M&B (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sulfapyridine) tablet.

My iPhone...

Dishwasher...

Negative quantities

My Mum had:

Electric iron
Telephone
Television
Husband
Family
House
Garden
Car
Dog
Piano
Tennis Racquet
Badminton Racquet
Old Vic theatre season ticket

I don't have any of these

Positive quantities:

But I do have Google and Wiki, hurrah!
And PPRuNe...

Car and phone. Mum had a bicycle for local journeys and public transport for anything else. Contact was by letter or telegram (in dire straits) as most of the rellies didn't have a phone either.

Things you couldn't live without (because) that Mum never had


Birth control pills.



On the other hand, you are right on, Drapes, with penicillin! And all the other vaccines, and...

...preventative and anti-thing treatments and methods that olferts like here mostly didn't get to the qualifying gate without..... including the vaccs for smallpox, TB, yellow-fever, etc, vitamins, dental care, organ transplants and similar surgical odds & ends, colonoscopy, CAT and MRI-NMR that see right thru you without making much of a dent, lots of super stuff.

If Julius Caesar, hisself, were given the option of abruptly leaving town in, say, first week of March, 44BC, with instant teleportation to 2012, a small place near a transit line into Rome, a bureaucrat's pension, and unlimited TV channels and Broadband for life, he'd roll over and take the bait in a minute or so, given some explaining bout how to work the toys. Bet you'd be able to hear him cackling all the way to the Forum after he discovered the History Channel.

Hello all,
Could some one explain me, what the word overshoot mean in practical terms and theoretically in the following text under, extracted from the FCTM of boeing 737 NG
The flap maneuver speed is the recommended operating speed during takeoff or
landing operations. These speeds guarantee full maneuver capability or at least
40° of bank (25° of bank and 15° overshoot) to stick shaker within a few thousand feet of the airport altitude.
thanks appreciate a lot!

If he's talking about the speed his mum's flaps could manoeuvre, as well as what angle she was at when his stick started shaking, then I really have to question the judgement of posting such a thing in JB.............

mike-wsm
I actually know what you're talking about...Professor:)

I think he wants us to start wittering about step inputs to heavily damped second order systems but I'm far too ancient to start doing student homework assignments on a weekend.

I used to have students who cribbed. Simple remedies:

1. Crib from book. Award all of the marks to author of book, none to student.

2. Crib from fellow student. Award full marks to student who cribbed and none to the student who let him crib.

Never happens again!


PS - Oops, deleted this and then found PugAn's reply so here it is again. Apologies for out of sequence.

Can't be that, they had Laplace Transforms in me mum's day...

(not that she knew how to use them, but still....)

In most of my past work I couldn't use the Laplacian and had to use the Legendrian...well it is not a hard conversion but with my dyslexia and the fact that I hate math complicated matters...:ouch:

Where all the :8:8:8s at?


:D

arcniz,

if I remember my history right, it was a Dr Jenner who introduced smallpox vaccination after noticing that people (mainly dairy maids) who had caught cowpox were immune to smallpox. That was 18th or early 19th century.

Yellow fever vaccination, I seem to remember from the books, was early 20th century.

TB was still a killer in the late 1940s........and there's plenty of it around today, some of it resistant to antibiotics.

Sizemen

'couldn't live without it' thing that your parents never had when you were a kid

Sex......

So you're the immaculate conception - do you know, I thought it was Mary . . .

What a good point to think about! :)
Well - the computer, but that's for my work (where it's a real asset). And the washing machine. Takeaway food (well, could do without, but helps a lot). Copy-machines (both being teachers for most of the life). More freedom to be me, not just a married woman and a mom.
But I do wish I had her musical ear.

Copy machines massively over-rated IMO; teach the kids to take proper notes. Save old exam papers. No offence intended - personal high horse this one.

no offence taken - everything depends. :) Proper notes are good, but saving time is better sometimes.

Quote:
'couldn't live without it' thing that your parents never had when you were a kid

Sex......

Chances are if your parents never had it neither will you!

Doesn't each generation 'invent sex'?

Washing machines, damn things. Every machine I touch breaks, one exploded on me at a local launderette. Blue sparks spitting forth. I use me hands now, as Mum used to do.

"Penicillin,a awful lot of prooners would not be here were it not for that swag." Mr. D., I had a massive reaction to the stuff and can no longer take it, just a note to self.

Jost asked Mrs SJ having told her that quite a few people opted for the good 'ole washing machine. No - she said computer, too. (We hand-washed in a belfast sink until the kids were eleven)

I would vote for computer and cell phone, but as far as washing machines being a city dweller there's no shortage of washing machines...in a rural setting I'd definitely want one, it's really, really hard to handwash...:)

Asian lesbian porn, laptop, email, Super Cub, in bed with a hot woman, iPad,
iPhone, boob sucking, doing cunninglingus, GPS (long trips in the car), balls,
scrote, dick.

Things that mum had. Sorry about the drift, but I've gorn all nostalgic.


A mum with a stout mack and a Ralye bicycle. No excuses for breakdowns on the way to work.

Huge loaves of fresh bread delivered Wednesdays and Saturdays. 1/= each . . . by law.

Fresh milk on the doorstep every day. No recycling, but one was expected to return the bottles sparkling clean.

A doctor that would come to the house.

A nice neighbor that would call the doctor with the only phone in the road. Walton 3003, it was.

A mower that required no petrol - or oil - or grease . . . other than elbow.

A saw for log cutting, that all the neighborhood kids could hang on at the same time.

A neighbor called William Cutter, to pique the interest of Mr D. (he was a postman that had lost his son in the war, and growled at us kids)

The tallest Elm tree in the United Kingdom, and other trees to keep a fine fire going when it froze.

A neighbor, newly home from the war, that owned a 9" PYE consul, on which we could watch Muffin the Mule. Bit cheeky, that Annette Mills.

Roads to play on that had no traffic. Non at all, for hours.

Beaches, with mines that one could throw stones at.

Bomb craters, full of stagnant water and discarded ammunition.

A new Hercules bicycle and a lock with the combination of 'Lass."

Where do these memories get stored?

A huge garden with every kind of apple known to Darwin. One tree's produce had a most peculiar flavor, and it was not until I was grown that I discovered its roots reached the manhole. Never did me any harm.:eek:

The ability to make almost anything out of wartime parts obtained from adverts in the Saturday paper. (probably from Gamages. )





Seems to me that Mum had everything she needed. Kids today just don't know what it's like to have tea that tastes of methylated spirits, and sandwiches that scrunch with sand. Those evenings on the beach, quite, quit irreplaceable.

So you're the immaculate conception - do you know, I thought it was Mary . . .

Apologies for over-estimating the abilities of some to tune in to a sense of humour :}

your parents never had when you were a kid

Explanation:

Obviously as a kid then parents must have had it before. As a kid you never believed that your parents had sex .....

Forget it - it's probably wasted.

yep, Loose, I also thought of things Mom had and I don't but miss. Probably the more relaxed tempo of life (despite fewer gadgets to help with chores) is the thing most enviable. Dunno why it's so weird nowadays. (Can't be just that I'm getting old, even the undergraduates wish they had our student-days. Less financial pressure, fewer expectations to live 'well', fewer worries on the job market.)

Loose
er, wasn't it 4373?

Beaches, with mines that one could throw stones at.


Yes LR, my mum took me to that very beach in 1944 (Walton on Naze, wasn't it?), and thankfully just stopped me as an eager 5 year old from dashing down into the minefield. Thanks, mum, that could have been both my first and last sight of the sea ... A fine time to decide to go on a day-trip by train from Colchester, where we were temporarily residing to get away from the V1 flying bombs raining down all over our home county of Kent. Yah boo sucks Hitler, my mum saw you coming with those 'doodlebugs'. Oh yes, mum certainly had things to cope with that we happily do without nowadays ... And on the train ride we saw a big US bomber down on its belly in a field alongside the track, with hordes of yelling Yanks with trucks and jeeps around it. Never a dull moment on a day out with mum. ;)

radeng says:

arcniz,

if I remember my history right, it was a Dr Jenner who introduced smallpox vaccination after noticing that people (mainly dairy maids) who had caught cowpox were immune to smallpox. That was 18th or early 19th century.

Yellow fever vaccination, I seem to remember from the books, was early 20th century.

TB was still a killer in the late 1940s........and there's plenty of it around today, some of it resistant to antibiotics.



Without going thru line-by line, I accept and do not take issue with any of your corrections here, taken at the first level. Thank you for actually reading my post! Clearly I did not make clear, or even present, the intended key concept of our evolving understanding of genetics and molecular structures that permits re-engineering of these traditional medications to better their effect while carrying the same name.

Frau Arcniz, though a substantially different creature, in many fortunate ways, than in centuries past, is still Frau Arcniz, and one is implicitly and explicitly advised, with some frequency, to be clear on this principle.

Similarly, iconic premises and beliefs about our world, our times, our governments, etc., seem above questioning, in some regards. Yet we know, in reality, they constantly change in subtle ways. The ones evolved through science and technology might be expected to be changing for the better.


At a second level, I would point out that the real substance and essence of most long-standing vaccinations is now being altered more-or-less continuously in real-time these days, as our present knowledge advances dramatically with the appearance of new tools for analysis and detail in nuance regarding medicines and methods that prospectively may affect billions of lives at each annual or more frequent iteration of new production releases.

The vaccinia virus, good old cowpox, which is platform vehicle for smallpox and various other vaccines, has been cleaned up and re-geneticized with very high relative frequency as our analytical and manipulative techniques have exponentially improved in power and precision of effect within the last two decades.

Yellow fever - sorta ditto.

TB - similar, much more complex, more virulent, and more familiar.

Staph Aureus -- the popular culprit in many modern health scenarios,
was characterized by Pasteur as a particularly troublesome bug, because he saw its ability to formulate aggressive defenses against antagonists.

SA still is an intractable problem, taken large,.. and not close to containment or control. We ain't seen nothing yet, IMHO, in the microbiota War of Worlds saga. Several million new adversaries potentially are waiting in the wings.

Thank you for the criticism.

No mines on the beach at Dovercourt (that I recall), but there was lots of lovely Cordite for playing with.

Last summer, I wrote a two page ramble for the church restoration fund's annual book. This is a snippet.

Walton on the Naze was within the 20 miles that one could travel without a permit, so from Colchester, we were able to go to the coast even before VE day.



I loved to sit upstairs-front of the green double-decker as it rumbled to Walton. First time I saw the sea over the Albion beach it took my breath away and left me with one of those indelible memories one can almost taste. That little patch of sand was the only area cleared of mines, while a structure of scaffolding and barbed-wire still stretched from the little oasis as far as the eye could see along the shore. We lodged in a room over the Queen's Head in the High Street, the self-catering being bread and a hard boiled egg each. I wonder if the manager knew about the Tilly lamp.

I didn't known until recently that travel for ordinary citizens(none military) was forbidden in wartime Britain leastwise some kind of permit was required for you to leave your town to travel elsewhere.
It was also agin the law for boys under fourteen years of age to wear long trousers,I kid you not.
:rolleyes:

No doubt to save cloth, least, that's what the old codger in the ministry would have us believe. :ooh:


We were lucky, sitting on the south gate of Roman Colchester. (We had a plaque, you know.) We could travel to granny Rivets in Braintree, and off to the coast at Walton. Both without a permit.

On the way to Braintree, there was a man who lived in a summerhouse. One of those you could turn on a circular rail. He had TB, and always wore pajamas. He also always waved at the folk in the bus.

So you're the immaculate conception - do you know, I thought it was Mary . . .

Apologies for over-estimating the abilities of some to tune in to a sense of humour

And likewise, apologies for overestimating the abilities of some to tune in to irony . .

Cannot believe (from very quick scan) that nobody has mentioned a microwave.

I got one almost before my ex-wife's moving van had cleared the driveway. It is one of those things which I do NOT pospone replacing month after month.

Drifting the thread slightly, but this brings back my fathers stories of when he was a kid. He's now 94.
Two room cottage, one up one down (with a curtain upstairs dividing the adults from the kids sleeping. Packed earth floor overlaid with tamped gravel (no damp proof layer). No piped water (well in the garden). No gas. No electricity. Toilet was an earth closet at the bottom of the garden (60 yards or so from the house). The house itself had rotting joists because the damp came through the solid walls (no proper mortar - just burnt lime)
Food was what they could grow themselves (big garden) and a few chickens. Or else what they could catch (rabbits, a few rare pheasant) or what they could "find" in the fields - spuds, mangels, cow cabbage, or pick in the woods and hedges (stinging nettles, wood sorrel, nuts, berries).
No cars, most of the local roads weren't even paved until the late 1920's / early 1930's. Until then most roads were churned up mud. Most of the paving was done as job creation projects during the depression.
Education stopped somewhere between 11 and 14 - unless you passed the eleven plus and were selected for Grammar school. However that required payment and stopped kids from earning, so most weren't allowed to go. Of course, girls didn't even get the option.
Violence appears to have been a regular part of working class family discipline in those days, with parents beating their children on a regular basis for minor causes. School teachers appear to have been equally violent.
Work for my grandfather appears to have been irregular - partly I believe through illness, partly I believe through social stigma: he was illigitimate, and the others in the village made sure that wasn't kept secret. Work for the women was gloving at home on piece-work rates: long hours for little pay.
Cooking was done on an open fire. Not a range - just an open fire, with pots propped on top of the fire.All food tasted of soot. On Sundays, a roast dinner was taken to the local bakers where it was roasted in the bread ovens, and then collected by grandfather on the way back from the pub

I suspect my fathers family probably had it worst than most - certainly the house was the worst in the village, but not by much. What he describes was probably the lot of many of the rural poor pre-war. However in many ways he was well off - the lot of those who lived in towns and cities, with no gardens, or no ability to poach would be worse. And having their own well helped: less far to carry water, and less chance of infection. During a major smallpox outbreak they were one of the few unaffected families: the rest of the village drew their water from a pump at the back of the churchyard

Would find it bloody hard to go for too long without computer these days, though I only turn on the mobile phone when it's absolutely necessary.

When I were a lad (born early 60s) we lived on a farm where the phone system was two fairly slack uninsulated wires on a series of poles along the side of the road.

When it got windy, the phone would go out because the wires would cross. We would go along and untwist them, maybe put a forky stick in between them if it seemed necessary.

Party line, us and the neighbouring farm, so you would listen for your particular ring (Macorna 3U was our number, 3D was the other one, so we had 'two shorts and a long' and the neighbours had 'a long and two shorts.)

To ring out, you turned the generator handle on the chunky black (Bakelite?) phone. The operator (about 5 miles away in the big smoke of Macorna, population 50 or so) would then ask what exchange and number you wanted and would physically plug the phone jack in to connect you.

We got our first black and white TV when I was 12 or so, and my first brush with computers was writing Fortran programs for some punch card behemoth at uni, which we never saw but would send in our written programs and get a bunch of cardboard cards with holes in them in return.

Electricity. When they were first married, my father took my mother, a lass from inner Sydney, first to the Bloomfield River then to Mt. Mulligan, where they had carbide lights and wood stove.

I remember the arrival of electricity when they built a new power station for the mine, and connected all the houses as well. First thing Mum & Dad did was order a radio, which received good static.

It was also agin the law for boys under fourteen years of age to wear long trousers,I kid you not.

somewhere around the 70s we had a law for girls NOT to wear trousers to school, and then after it was 'acceptable' and the really wide ones got in fashion, the no-no was wider than 30cm at the bottom of the leg. The headteacher had a measure-stick and you were sent home in case you dared turn up in one of these:
http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ81YINARd13QWxtHgjndOsS1RcCIZ2JyHTMQtQOjGxzu9P8YrhwQ
(jeans would have made the headmaster drop dead of shock, I guess). AND no makeup or jewellery whatsoever, of course.

Milo - impressive.

A dad.

My mom was passed from pillar to post at age 11. An aunt in Colchester took on the responsibility of caring for her. She did this for half a century - including the time my dad decided to leave us during the war.

Not having a dad didn't faze me at all. I ruled the roost from age 10, and this remained the case until my mom died in my arms age 92. I talked again today with one of my semi-siblings about our lives, but there are things we will never know about the reasons for such a hugely difficult decision going the way it did.

That was that, and I've just gone with the flow, but recently I've wondered more about my maternal grandfather. My mother was fobbed off with all sorts of diversions to her questions. She does remember her dad visiting and indeed giving her ten bob - and his brother in Dublin being surprised she didn't know what to do in a catholic church.

"Oh, you kick with the other foot do you." Is all she can remember him saying.

The date is puzzling, but as far as I know, this is my granddad's retirement gift. Anyone any knowledge of this company?

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/walnaze/PpruNe/Rathborne.jpg

Electric Traction Companies generally ran the Trams Mr Rivits.:)

Our Mam managed an indoor toilet and bathroom with running hot water, a gas cooker, a single tub washing machine with electric wringer, a fridge and a television before she died in 1958. Until 1954 (when I was seven years old) we had none of these luxuries. Ordinary everyday items we have today like mobile phones were only for comic strip characters. Things like personal computers were beyond imagination and even Dan Dare didn't have a computer. Nor did the Mekon come to think of it.

tony d has it right about penicillin, Granny Arnold had a dozen kids and most of them died in infancy and of those who survived two died of wounds that would be easily treatable today. Grandad's first wife died in the 1918 influenza epidemic and Dad's elder brother died of "the fever" in infancy before Dad was born. Antibiotics are probably the most significant advance in the quality of human life in the history of Homo Sapiens.

and anesthesia - not really effective until as late as mid-19th century actually.

Indeed so Mr B, my generation born at the end of the war were fortunate in that for the first time since we came down from the trees the man with the sickle was not just one pace behind us ready to tap on our shoulder.
Both My Father and Stepfather lost their Mothers to TB in their teens and both them and my Mother lost siblings to the mankiller diseases so common then but that we have all but forgotten now.
:(

Medical care certainly has made incredible advances.
My maternal grandmother had sixteen children, half of whom died at childbirth or at a very young age. One of the survivors was always regarded as "slow" due to the drunken midwife prolonging the birth, while another of the survivors was crippled by polio, and eventually succumbed to TB.
Gran's first husband died following an operation for a mastoid infection.
Modern medical care would have prevented most of this, and also would have provided contraceptive advice

. . . would have provided contraceptive advice I think that having a dozen or more children was obligatory, to ensure that at least one or two would still be around when you were too old to fend for yourself. Granny Arnold outlived all but two of hers.

Rivits
Middleton Electric Traction was a tramway in Manchester owned by BET.
It operated 1902-1925 before being taken over and subsumed into the Manchester corporation network
Middleton Electric Tramways uniform (http://www.birches.plus.com/page148/page151/page348/page348.html)
Oldham Corporation Transport: 1900-1969 (http://www.petergould.co.uk/local_transport_history/fleetlists/oldham1.htm)
Manchester Corporation Tramways - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manchester_Corporation_Tramways)

and this may be the reason for the presentation to your grandfather

Read the ebook The Transport world by Clinton Edgar Woods (http://www.ebooksread.com/authors-eng/clinton-edgar-woods/the-transport-world-goo/page-26-the-transport-world-goo.shtml)
THE TRAMWAY AND RAILWAY WORLD. [February 9, 1905.

"Mr. M. Rathborne, who has for some time been the general
manager of the Middleton Electric Traction Company and the Oldham,
Ashton, and Hyde Tramway Company, is now devoting the whole of
his time to the management of the latter undertaking. The employees
of the Middleton Electric Traction Company have made him a presenta-
tion, consisting of a liquor case and gold ring, and in doing so expressed
the regret they felt at his leaving them, and spoke of the high appre-
ciation they had of his management "

I worked for companies owned by BET most of my life,think they started by hoovering up all the smaller Tram Companies such as the Northern Electric Traction Company,hence British Electric Traction, BET though my line of work had buggah all to do with trams.
:)

I would tend to follow many posters on here with Mobile Telephony.. perhaps my new Chiminea might rate a mention.. bloody fantastic thing when accompanied by the selection of wines and barbequed food my mum and dad could never afford!!

How about Modern gadgets inspired by our parents ideas.. For example, my dad had an old Volvo 740 years ago, with a towing hitch fitted. When parking, mum used to reverse until the tow hitch bumped into whichever object happened to be behind.. Thus the rear parking sensor was born!!

PS- If you owned a Blue Ford Sierra in 1988, parked in King Street, Stirling.. sorry, that bash in the front bumper was my mum!! :*

arcniz,

I find it amazing in a way that smallpox has been eradicated, and that the only samples kept are in the US and Russia. Yet at the same time we have some of these African diseases for which there is no cure....such as Lassa fever.

We have come a long way - Dr Salk with his polio vaccine, for instance. A colleague of mine who is 72 (I'm 65) is crippled because of childhood polio, yet I was vaccinated against it when I was 7. Same with TB vaccinations too.

And it's over 50 years now since the first pacemaker was implanted - encased in epoxy using a cherry blossom shoe polish tin as a mold!

"Yet at the same time we have some of these African diseases for which there is no cure....such as Lassa fever."

No cure because theres no commercial case for creating a cure. Not a big enough group of people to make it financially worthwhile - and the victims have no money to pay anyway.
I saw this kind of decision very closely around 20 years ago. The company I then worked for were selling an active intermediate chemical to a well known UK company, for use in a cure for Motor Neurone disease. The trials were promising, production quantities were building, and then it all went dead. Drug company's board had closed the project as there was no realistic prospect of a return on the investment. The pool of sick people who could benefit from the drug was not big enough to make the project viable.
From the point of view of the company it was the only decision they could take, as no government funding was likely to be available.
In the USA they have provision for such drugs under an "orphan healthcare" scheme, but in reality the drugs approved for such funding tend to be those that are likely to win votes - hence the funding for such illnesses as Tay-Sachs, and Gaucher's diseases - both of which are genetic problems of people with Jewish ancestry

. . .my dad had an old Volvo 740 years agoYour Dad is 760 years old and had an original Volvo? Wow!

Your Dad is 760 years old and had an original Volvo? Wow!

Yes mate mate, bought it off some fella called Flintstone.. :p

I remember the teacher giving us a example of putting one's words in the wrong order.
For sale,A piano by a lady with carved legs.
Dunno why but one thought it hilariously funny at the time and was chastised for laughing aloud in class,laughing aloud was not encouraged in Missus Miggins Free Academy for the Children of Ragged Folk.
:uhoh:

one thought it hilariously funny at the time and was chastised for laughing aloud in class,laughing aloud was not encouraged in Missus Miggins Free Academy for the Children of Ragged Folk.


Me too, Mr D. We were having to read aloud passages from the Brer Rabbit tales by Enid Blyton, and during my turn something Uncle Remus said about Brer Rabbit really tickled me, and I got a helpless fit of the giggles. I couldn't stop, our teacher Miss Major went scarlet with fury, and I ended up being sent to stand outside in the corridor. She got even madder later, because I was the 'bell monitor' that week, and was late in ringing the handbell for end of lessons because it was back in the classroom on a shelf. If looks could kill, I wouldn't have survived ...

Don't the Welsh have a particular skill for getting their words confused..

"I went to the shed to fetch my bike, and there it was... Gone"

or that other timeless classic when one of our singing chums passes wind..

"Christ!! Shit myself have you?"

603DX,

Brer Rabbit? Uncle Remus? Not sure you won't have the PC lot down on you for even mentioning it!

Although I do have a rather nice book, picked up for 10p at a church fete, of all the original Uncle Remus stories as published in the Atlanta constitution newspaper in about 1901.

I expect the PC brigade would want to burn it in public........

Sisemen, I laughed when I read your post ;)

I would not enjoy living so much without my laptop and my dishwasher.

Good to see you here again, kiwi chick.

How goes it with the military flying?

Milo, and indeed, Mr D. Thanks so much for the links, the clip and the info.


I wonder if a Liqueur thingie is what we call a Tantalus. This was a three decanter unit, one of the few things I retained because of the inscription. Photographed it last summer while at 'home.'

I'm a bit confused. My mom was born 3 years after his departure from that company. I can get his wife's details, but very little else. There's just a nagging doubt about the years. Management in 1905. Three years later a child. More usual in those days.

In haste to get bandwidth

He wasn't as far from his future bride as I'd imagined. Good old Jet Blast.



http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/walnaze/Family/Capture.jpg


Probably a bit different then.

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/walnaze/Family/TheBowlingGreenDenton.jpg

Don't the Welsh have a particular skill for getting their words confused..

"Getting married and not even pregnant, now there's posh !"

If this world weren't so limiting, judgemental and heirchical and I was not such an unknown I'd love to work on cures for these pestilences, as well as cancer...I solved the HIV problem already in 2000, I don't care if I'm believed...although I have proposed great ideas in biological engineering dealing not with cancer therapies individually, per se, but an overall treatment of the design aspects of cancer immunotherapies...i.e how should we design immunotherapies for various types of cancer...in fact I wrote it as 'Design Aspects Of Cancer Immunotherapies'...The professor was floored by that...but I wasn't:zzz: becuase once I had an employer refer to me, [with clear racists overtones] as "you monkey" and unfortunately he was correct in his assesment of me... I'm Curious Jorge...:8:8:8

my students at least think I'm outta this world...:}:}:}

Rivits

this places him in Denton in 1909

Denton Tramway Depot (http://www.pittdixon.go-plus.net/denton/tramway-depot.htm)

Gosh. Just had the strongest longing to run and tell my mum.:{


Matthew was to meet one of these children - who I think were living in the above pub. Don't suppose they dressed like that to pull a pint.

An eyeglass on the glass plate photo reveals the strands of the lace. Somewhere, I've got one that hasn't been 'enhanced'. Not as bad as the restoration on the other thread.

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/walnaze/Family/BennettGlassPlateHi.jpg


My mom with her mom, Mrs Rathborne - a few years later. They're on a roof in Randolph Crescent, just 5 miles from Marble Arch, which I've identified thanks to Giggle Earth. No sign of Matthew - it seems she once trod the boards with Sir Larry, and gave up a normal life.

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/walnaze/31RandolphcresW9.jpg

My mom knew almost nothing about her father. I'd love to know more about the man. I've got a lot more to work on now. Thanks:ok:



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LR strikingly beautiful people...:)

Milo Minderbinder

In the USA they have provision for such drugs under an "orphan healthcare" scheme,


The U.S. Orphan Drug Act passed in 1983, and has since then been much-copied around the world.

Orphan Drug Act of 1983 - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orphan_Drug_Act_of_1983)

The regulation of orphan drugs: (http://webcache.googleusercontent.com/search?q=cache:63B5HTvNX0kJ:leda.law.harvard.edu/leda/data/621/Orphan_Drugs_RTF.rtf+orphan+drugs+act+drugs+in+africa&cd=8&hl=en&ct=clnk&gl=us)


but in reality the drugs approved for such funding tend to be those that are likely to win votes - hence the funding for such illnesses as Tay-Sachs, and Gaucher's diseases - both of which are genetic problems of people with Jewish ancestry


Care to substatiate that?

"Care to substatiate that? "

Ever heard of Genzyme?
One of the best examples

Founded as an American Jewish-owned company, researching Jewish-specific diseases, using USA orphan funds .....to buy Jewish votes

Can't say more as I'd get zapped with a breach of confidentiality order even all these years later