Why is it that people with the most narrow of minds seem to have the widest of mouths?
The forest dances with the light, reminding me that hope always finds a way through.
People visit my past more Thea. I do. I don’t live there anymore sweetheart. I sold the whole building.
Very interesting & informative
They used to use urine to tan animal skins, so families used to all pee in a pot & then once a day it was taken & sold to the tannery. If you had to do this to survive you were “piss poor.”
But worse than that were the really poor folk who couldn’t even afford to buy a pot; they “didn’t have a pot to piss in” & were the lowest of the low.
The next time you are washing your hands & complain because the water temperature isn’t just how you like it, think about how things used to be. Here are some facts about the 1500s.
Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and they still smelled pretty good by June. Since they were starting to smell, however, brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.
Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women, and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it . . . hence the saying, “Don’t throw the baby out with the Bath water!”
Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof, resulting in the idiom, “It’s raining cats and dogs.”
There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed, therefore, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That’s how canopy beds came into existence.
The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt, leading folks to coin the phrase “dirt poor.”
The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entrance-way, subsequently creating a “thresh hold.”
In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire.. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while, and thus the rhyme, “Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old.”
Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, “bring home the bacon.” They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and “chew the fat.”
Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.
Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the “upper crust.”
Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial.. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up, creating the custom of holding a wake.
England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive, so they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift.) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be, saved by the bell or was considered a dead ringer.
And that’s the truth. Now, whoever said History was boring?
A new study out of the University of Washington has left local pet owners with mixed emotions after scientists confirmed that their beloved pet cats cannot spread the COVID-19 virus, but definitely would knowingly and willingly do so if given the option.
“While previous studies confirmed that felines are susceptible to contracting COVID-19, their species apparently suffers no ill effects and does not present a risk as a disease vector. That being said, those little fuckers definitely would infect each and every one of you if they could,” said UW infectious disease researcher Herbert Grant. “We have witnessed common household cats exhibit unique behavior we believe is an attempt to deliberately spread contagion. Feline subjects were observed coughing onto their human’s toothbrushes, prolonging lapses in normal paw hygiene, and rushing out to greet delivery workers before showering their owners with what the cat wants you to believe is affection. The study’s conclusion was clear: Your cat wants you to contract COVID-19.”
While the scientific community has come to a near consensus on feline attempts to spread the novel coronavirus, many faithful pet owners are completely and utterly unsurprised.
“Oh, this news doesn’t shock me in the slightest – this little asshole definitely wants me dead,” said Steven Gonzales, Fremont resident and cat owner. “At least once a week he walks between my legs just as I start walking down the stairs, trying to trip me so I break my neck. And I know this sounds crazy, but I woke up one night with my pillow over my face and I’m like 99% sure this little bastard was trying to smother me. Fucked-up little David Purr-kowtiz running around my house, I’m onto you, you little asshole. He does this cute thing when a bird shows up on TV, though … tries to catch it and shit. He’s alright. Seriously though, you should probably leave before nightfall. It’s not safe.”
Researchers were quick to reassure the public that while your cat’s ceaseless attempts to spread a highly infectious disease to you is certainly cause for concern, their actions are significantly less harmful than your average middle-aged woman with a Facebook account.
Have I gone mad? I’m afraid so. You’re entirely bonkers. But I’ll tell you a secret. All the best people are.
Weigh of lies can mess the balance between love and trust.
Every day can be yours, only if you don’t permit others to dictate over your actions
Do not mock a pain that you have not endured
When something is important enough, you do it even if the odds are not in your favor.