One Barrel Of Oil...
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I remember when there were no plastics. No garbage bags, no plastic wrap, no plastic dinnerware, no plastic nothing. My mother used to keep a paper grocery bag in our garbage can/which was metal in our kitchen. There was no plastic wrap or plastic storage containers for leftover food. Us kids drinking glasses was made of aluminum and each glass was a different color. I remember when my father bought my mom a set of the 'melamine' dinner ware so that us kids wouldn't break the good plates. The glasses to that set looked like the glasses you see in most diners when they bring you some water. We've come a long way since then.
like you i remember those days well lol
P.S. Before I skedaddle out of here, I also remember my father having an old drum/barrel that he used to burn our garbage. Paper that is. He had another one for cans and glass jars that he would take to the dump as we had no garbage pick up. Later, my father built a cinder block incinerator as the barrels only lasted so long. Have a blessed day.
The house I grew up in had a coal bin in the basement and an incinerator. I remember as a kid stepping on the pedal of the incinerator and being amazed as the flame rose higher. Dad never used it much, I dont think.
The coal bin had a chute that went upstairs with a door outside for the delivery guys to shovel it through. Of course by the time I came around they no longer used coal to heat the house. We had a gas furnace.
When I was in grade school we were already living in a rural area. My great grandmother was still living in the city. Steel was still being produced in the US back then (early to mid 1970s). I knew we were close to her house as I could smell the burning coal in the air from the steel plants.
Fast forward to the 1990s and I had the chance to go to Germany (worked for the US subsidiary of a gmbh). Ended up being there on unification week and everyone got the day off so we drove into East Germany. Almost immediately after crossing the border I could smell the coal. They burned it everywhere.
Probably never smell that smell again.
Sorry I'm late on my reply, had to go back to keep the kids overnight. Anyway, my husbands house on Staten Island was heated with coal and had a chute in the basement for the coal to be placed in the furnace. Later on, he said his Father had a gas stove put in.
We still have a burning barrel. We live rural and last I looked trash pickup was $35 a month for one bag a week. I can't afford a bill like that.
I was small and I think it may have been around the age of 5 when plastics came on the market. I remember my mother buying her first cling wrap and garbage bags. She loved the garbage bags as the can stayed much cleaner, but the cling wrap she wasn't so happy with as it kept getting messed up on the roll. Then after that, my father went and bought a plastic trash can for the kitchen. And we became a 'plastic' family. KEK!
I remember kekekekek... Have an awesome day my friend... ☕☕☕
You too. Toodle de do. I gotta run. 3 kids going to the dentist today. That will be fun for Pappy George.
Wish him luck for me...
Sorry I'm late. Son had a 'mild' heat stroke and I had to go back and spend the night with the grandkids while his wife took him to the emergency room. Just got home. What a day.