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The cold house thread sparked a conversation between myself and my dad. Like several of you, he would talk about waking up in the morning and having to run to the room with the heater to put his clothes on. And having snow blow through the old loose window seals and it be there in the morning. I always thought he was just kidding, but his stories never changed. The outhouse was real, because I saw the old rotting boards.

From my perspective, always knowing central heat and air, and indoor plumbing, I knew on one hand, but never really appreciated how modern they really were. There is such a big difference in life style in one generation, it just never really hit me until the other day.

I asked him how they kept the pipes from freezing in that old house.... before I got it out, I realized they didn't have pipes to worry about. Hence the outhouse.

I remember a kerosene lamp grandma kept on a stand. I always thought Abraham Lincoln read by candle light while going to school. Never hit me that dad more or less did as well. It still boggles my brain a little, the difference in perception of the world from entering it just 30 years later.

I always thought he had grown up with gas heating (I remember warming my feet and hands by the old furnace before they put in central heat and air), didn't realize that dad started out living in a house with only a wood stove for heating and a cooking stove that used kerogas that you filled it with. He said that they were big time and had a buzz saw that they would hook up to a pully and run it off the PTO of a tractor. In a day or two, they could have enough wood for the winter. They just had to take the branches off the tree and fall it. I thought, that wouldn't be that bad, but then again realized they didn't have chain saws.

We were talking about how they handled food, with no electricity. I've heard about ice boxes and seen a couple but didn't think about the effort involved in using them. Something else that totally took me by surprise was the handling of milk. I knew they always had milk cows, and I grew up with a building called the "milk house". But without refrigeration, I was asking about what they did with the milk. He informed me that they drank the milk, or fed the calves and hogs, kept the creme in jugs and just ran well water over them. Then once a week, took the creme to town to sell. They made their own cottage cheese and it wasn't refrigerated :shock: I realized that his early life had pretty much been outlawed.

I always assumed that the majority of milk was sold, surprised me that they didn't. Later on, they did start selling the milk on a daily basis. And grandpa had a route that he would pick milk up.

When I was young, there was a man and his wife in their 80's that lived not to far from my grandparents, and we rented some land from them. They were great people. They continued to live with an outhouse and wood stove to heat and cook with all their lives. The man would get a pail of water from the well every day. He did that until the day he died suddenly of a heart attack. They owned several much newer rent houses in town, but chose to live they way they always had.
 
My grandparents moved to WestTexas in a covered wagon
My grandad worked for other farmers to begin with then started farming on his own and built tanks with a team of horses and a fresno
They farmed with horses and only went to town twice a year and raised or grew most everything they needed.
Even later on when I was a kid and they were way up there in years they had a hog or two and a big garden.
They canned a lot vegetables and killed chickens, they didn't buy much.

They had six kids and my grandad had became wealthy and built a big new house, it was about 3000 sq ft and huge back then in that part of the world.
It had 4 bedrooms plus a spare room that could be used as a bedroom
He had 4 girls and a wife and only one bathroom :D
They had indoor plumbing, but used a cistern for drinking water
They had Dearborn heaters in the living room and bathroom, but that was it
I remember going to bed with so many quilts I couldn't hardly roll over
I remember in the mornings my grandmother would cook breakfast and the have all four burners on and the oven door open and the kitchen was the place to be
My grandad was 50 when my dad and his twin brother was born and had several sections of farm land paid for.
My dad claimed they had to feed stock and milk the cow everyday before school, but I'm suspicious because my grandad was successful by this time and after trying 4 times and having four girls, then having twins sons, they were big time spoiled according to my aunts
My grandparents were elderly by the time I came along and I was kind of in the middle age wise so my older cousins were the favorites. My grandparents didn't seem to like me much.
The older cousins got to drive tractors and things like that. Me and another cousin got to hoe cotton every summer and the younger ones were always too young, no matter how many birthdays they had.

They lived into the 1980's and still drew water from the cistern for drinking water and had open flame heaters. they never did change how they lived except they were forced to start buying food cause they weren't physically able to grow or raise their own.

My dad had the opportunity to take over the farm, but he was a big ranch cowboy and had left the farm when he was 18 and he'd starved to death before he'd farm
Now some of them old bunkhouses he lived in, now that was primitive
Back then before he got to managing ranches and just a hird hand I'd go stay with him on weekends or in the summer, I didn't realize it back then but those places weren't fit for man or beast

My grandads land is still all intact and owned by two aunts
The other cousin that he and I hoed cotton together as kids has always taken care of all their grunt work and has leased the pasture land.
There getting up there in age, so He asked if he could buy the pasture land and he was told nope and not to put anything into that he could take with him cause when she died her property was going to someone else
 
A friend of mine and I were talking about kids and about video games, cell phones, texting, Facebook, Instagram and so on
We didn't have all that back when we were kids, but we played sports, built ramps to jump our bicycles, went hunting, rode horses, camped out

I worked with an older man and we became good friends and he told about how he was raised.
He said he didn't have his first soft drink till he was nearly grown
He told how it was a treat for his mother to chip ice off the ice block and put it in a glass of milk and shake it up
How they used to on Sunday evening listen to programs on the radio.
He said he and other kids would get old casings(tires) and a race each other while rolling the casing by pushing with a stick
He claimed he had the fastest casin around
He said his mother made most of his clothes and he got a new pair of shoes when school started each year
He missed lots of school to stay home and help on the farm, but he ended up in management
He never did use the a/c on his pickup, he'd just roll down the window
He ate what he wanted, smoked cigarets, drank beer and never had health problems.
He retired at 70 and moved to Kansas and never heard from him again.
 
well at 65 I was in the Van Guard of the Baby Boomers.....

My dad had moved to town to find work....

but his older relations were still scattered across the country side....I was privilidged to know what a johhny house was and to haul water from the well and heating the cabin with wood and about self sufficinecy.....

my earliest memories center around such living....the neighbors were an elderly couple that farmed about a hundred acres....my dad was friends with them....their kids were all grown and left the farm and my dad helped them out and they let him use their mule to work his big garden.....my mom canned stuff all summer.....

those neighbors had a three story house but they lived in the basement and kept it warm cause that was were they put the new indoor plumbing.....they had a hand pump in the kitchen.....

the neighbors had a half dozen cows and milked them by hand....made butter and lived on butter milk...

I remember when they got the 8N tractor and the surplus WWII jeep and the age of automation began....

young folks today look at me like I am crazy when i tell them this stuff.....they have no concept of how good they have it....

I was fortunate enough to grow up surrounded by the people who had fought and won world war II and lived through the great depression just before that....I know how tough they were and how honest and hard working....and how grateful they were....none of the men I had known who had fought in the war ever talked about it....I had a cousin who piloted a landing craft in the second wave at normandy....two uncles who were in the navy and made a career out of it....a neighbor who fought and drove a bulldozer across france in a construction battalion....none of them told me this...they wanted to forget it....they wanted to build something good....

during the depression.....my dad had to drop out of school when he was in the 8th grade to get a job and help his mom support the family when his dad died of a heart attack....he was the 2nd oldest ...then the oldest brother was killed in a construction accident.......

my mom was raised in an orphanage until she was 12 because her dad was killed in an automobile wreck when she was two....she was the youngest of 8 and her mom put the youngest four in the orphange becsuse she could not support them all....My mom and the closest sister to her ended up caring for their mother into her senility and death....I remember her as a mean little old lady....I think my mom got her toughness from her and that background...my mom is tough but not mean....

those people helped build the greatest country in the world and now the government is trying to take it away from us.....and yall wonder why I sometimes have a bad attitude....
 
I get a kick out of reading this stuff - we are not all that different.

I was raised in a house with no central heat, electricity, plumbing or telephone.

I made the very first telephone call from our house to my girl friend when I was 16 years old.

I crapped in the barn behind the cows because it was warmer than the outhouse.

I used to heat water on the wood stove, haul it to the barn and pour it into a galvanized tub for a bath so I could get ready for school.

I actually walked to a one room school house for nearly 8 years - not quite two miles in each direction - with no adult supervision. Only 12 in the entire school in my last year there and the population of that school never topped 16 that I can remember.

I used to get a true spanking if I screwed up or lipped off. The teacher gave the strap if you caused trouble in school. And woe if my parents found out because I got it again when I got home.

We lived poor and we were happy.

We were never sick and we never missed school or work.

Us kids often cooked our own porridge on the stove because my Mom had to work at a local store to supplement the family income. I remember doing this in grade 2 for my younger brother and sister.

I never watched a television until I was about 10 or 12 years old.

Nowadays kids can't even cook their own porridge and pour a little milk over it. Two packs of smokes will still feed kids that for breakfast for a week. And we are being begged all the time for cash to support and feed them. I would love to kick some dead beat butts (and it would not bother me in the slightest) but that would considered cruel and unusual punishment by today's entitled crowd.

Pizzes me off big time - we managed well. I ended up flying F-18's in the Air Force and I still do not have a college degree.

All it takes is effort.

Take away the toys and the entitled attitude and reward hard work instead of ridiculing it.

Bez
 
We were pretty lucky. None of my uncles or cousins ever talked about the war but every once in a while in an oold family album there would be a picture of one of them in uniform. In the late 40s Dad was working for the Milwaukee Road in WI and got tired of the winters. Bought an old school bus and equped it with bunk beds, a table and a curtain for a crapper. Used OJ cans for that function. Moved to seattle and he sold vacuum cleaners, Knapp shoes and Watkins products door to door till he got on with the Great Northern RR. We got a tv just before I turned 17 and left home for good. Had indoor plumbing and a fuel oil stove in the living room and an electric range in the kitchen. We never had much but we always had just enough. I remeber how excited we were when dad sold his old Willys and got a 38 plymouth, very used. Through the years he taught himself air conditioning and refrigeration but never could put it to use. Also self taught on electronics and made most of his own test equipment. After I left home, I was the youngest, he set up a shop in the basement and repaired radios and tvs for a hobby. Financially my wife and I are much better off but I sometimes wonder if we're really any better off then we were when I was a kid.
 
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I'm 42. My grandparents were born in the 1890's, and never embraced the modern era. They both past in the late 70's. I remember well visiting their house. They had no running water, one light bulb in each of their 4 rooms, cooked on a wood stove, no television. Hated the thought of going to town, and only went a few times a year. I couldn't do it, but I'm glad I got to experience it through them.

We only let our children watch television after supper, and video games are a definate no no. They ride their horses, and play in the woods to entertain themselves. It seems to be working.
 
snake67":3v50ml86 said:
I get a kick out of reading this stuff - we are not all that different.

I was raised in a house with no central heat, electricity, plumbing or telephone.

I made the very first telephone call from our house to my girl friend when I was 16 years old.

I crapped in the barn behind the cows because it was warmer than the outhouse.

I used to heat water on the wood stove, haul it to the barn and pour it into a galvanized tub for a bath so I could get ready for school.

I actually walked to a one room school house for nearly 8 years - not quite two miles in each direction - with no adult supervision. Only 12 in the entire school in my last year there and the population of that school never topped 16 that I can remember.

I used to get a true spanking if I screwed up or lipped off. The teacher gave the strap if you caused trouble in school. And woe if my parents found out because I got it again when I got home.

We lived poor and we were happy.

We were never sick and we never missed school or work.

Us kids often cooked our own porridge on the stove because my Mom had to work at a local store to supplement the family income. I remember doing this in grade 2 for my younger brother and sister.

I never watched a television until I was about 10 or 12 years old.

Nowadays kids can't even cook their own porridge and pour a little milk over it. Two packs of smokes will still feed kids that for breakfast for a week. And we are being begged all the time for cash to support and feed them. I would love to kick some dead beat butts (and it would not bother me in the slightest) but that would considered cruel and unusual punishment by today's entitled crowd.

Pizzes me off big time - we managed well. I ended up flying F-18's in the Air Force and I still do not have a college degree.

All it takes is effort.

Take away the toys and the entitled attitude and reward hard work instead of ridiculing it.

Bez

AMEN BROTHER....especially to the last sentence.

I always said that if I had a do over I would have made the government teach me how to fly, rather than wanting to be a ground pounding grunt.....
 
cross_7":28bae4td said:
My grandparents moved to WestTexas in a covered wagon
My grandad worked for other farmers to begin with then started farming on his own and built tanks with a team of horses and a fresno

I have used a fresno myself. Never use that word much any more. Each time I do I spend way more time explaining what a fresno is.
 
Best thread in a long time BTW. They put A/C in schools here in TX in the early 70's. Man that was nice. Going to the store was a treat since some of them had A/C.
 
backhoeboogie":2pl8ora3 said:
cross_7":2pl8ora3 said:
My grandparents moved to WestTexas in a covered wagon
My grandad worked for other farmers to begin with then started farming on his own and built tanks with a team of horses and a fresno

I have used a fresno myself. Never use that word much any more. Each time I do I spend way more time explaining what a fresno is.
That seems to be in the same category as curb feelers, neckers knob, floor dimmer switch and a million other terms that used to be common useage and now nobody knows what the heck you're talking about
 
When I was about 8 my dad worked on a ranch in Dumas Tx
He lived in a one bedroom bunkhouse with two other men that had a one bathroom and a kitchen.
It was a concrete block building and the bathroom had a drain in one corner for the shower and no hot water.
There was a big concrete trough about 4' deep and about 25' in diameter that a windmill fed and supplied water to the pens and horse pasture and a trap at the headquarters
That was also the water for the bunkhouse and the shower.
There was a saddle house that had been moved in and set on blocks and had a crawl space under it.
In the mornings you'd really have to watch for rattlesnakes in there, I guess there was a den underneath cause when you walk on the wooden floor they'd start rattling.
All the water on that ranch was supplied with windmills and that was a job keeping them all working.
At that time they were running Hereford cattle and pinkeye was bad.
We check cattle and doctor all summer, there wasn't pens in those big pastures so you had to rope and trip them.
They brought in steers for wheat pasture and they were sorry looking eared cattle, probably Mexican cattle.
They were wild as deer and would spook and run through fences and leave the country

He didn't have washing machine and wouldn't have used it if he did, so about one month he load up and haul his clothes to my mother to wash.

Another ranch a year or 2 later in Dalhart my sister and I spent part of the summer there.
It was a nice ranch and good house, I asked my sister a while back what we ate, she said oreo's and laughed, then said I don't remember cooking but we must have cause she had to do the dishes and if it wouldn't come clean pretty easy she'd throw it away :D

Then he ended up on another ranch there in Dalhart with a absentee owner.
The owners house at the headquarters had a swimming pool, a maintenance man that took care of it and the grounds there at the headquarters.
It had a farm crew and a cowboy crew
It was a top notch outfit
It had good horses and good fences and didn't bring in any cattle.
We stayed there for several years and that was unusual cuase he had always been looking for the elephant
 
When I was about 19 (I'm 52 now) I spent about a year in the house that my grandparents lived in from mid 1940's until they were no longer able to take care of themselves. That house was built with vertical 1x12's for the outside walls, with strips nailed over the joints, and wallpaper for the inside walls. The only studs in the walls were at the doors and windows. When they lived there the only running water was a single faucet in the kitchen. No hot water and the bathroom was an outhouse. An oblong galvanized tub was the bathtub, and the washing machine (wringer type) was in the wash house.

By the time I lived there it had had a bathroom put in for a previous tenant, and had hot water, but that was about it. It was a particularly cold winter (for this part of the country anyway). I had to let the faucets in the house run at night to keep the pipes from freezing, and there would be ice in the kitchen sink in the mornings. Anything that I didn't want to freeze I would put in the refrigerator. That was the only place in the house that would stay above 32°.
 
Commercialfarmer":2eta0xwk said:
The cold house thread sparked a conversation between myself and my dad. Like several of you, he would talk about waking up in the morning and having to run to the room with the heater to put his clothes on. And having snow blow through the old loose window seals and it be there in the morning. I always thought he was just kidding, but his stories never changed. The outhouse was real, because I saw the old rotting boards.

From my perspective, always knowing central heat and air, and indoor plumbing, I knew on one hand, but never really appreciated how modern they really were. There is such a big difference in life style in one generation, it just never really hit me until the other day.

I asked him how they kept the pipes from freezing in that old house.... before I got it out, I realized they didn't have pipes to worry about. Hence the outhouse.

I remember a kerosene lamp grandma kept on a stand. I always thought Abraham Lincoln read by candle light while going to school. Never hit me that dad more or less did as well. It still boggles my brain a little, the difference in perception of the world from entering it just 30 years later.

I always thought he had grown up with gas heating (I remember warming my feet and hands by the old furnace before they put in central heat and air), didn't realize that dad started out living in a house with only a wood stove for heating and a cooking stove that used kerogas that you filled it with. He said that they were big time and had a buzz saw that they would hook up to a pully and run it off the PTO of a tractor. In a day or two, they could have enough wood for the winter. They just had to take the branches off the tree and fall it. I thought, that wouldn't be that bad, but then again realized they didn't have chain saws.

We were talking about how they handled food, with no electricity. I've heard about ice boxes and seen a couple but didn't think about the effort involved in using them. Something else that totally took me by surprise was the handling of milk. I knew they always had milk cows, and I grew up with a building called the "milk house". But without refrigeration, I was asking about what they did with the milk. He informed me that they drank the milk, or fed the calves and hogs, kept the creme in jugs and just ran well water over them. Then once a week, took the creme to town to sell. They made their own cottage cheese and it wasn't refrigerated :shock: I realized that his early life had pretty much been outlawed.

I always assumed that the majority of milk was sold, surprised me that they didn't. Later on, they did start selling the milk on a daily basis. And grandpa had a route that he would pick milk up.

When I was young, there was a man and his wife in their 80's that lived not to far from my grandparents, and we rented some land from them. They were great people. They continued to live with an outhouse and wood stove to heat and cook with all their lives. The man would get a pail of water from the well every day. He did that until the day he died suddenly of a heart attack. They owned several much newer rent houses in town, but chose to live they way they always had.

At my grandmas house the milk was kept in a jar on a string in the well.
I was sent a many a morning to the smokehouse to get link sausage out of one of the many churns they were stored in and covered in hog lard. Life was much slower paced. When my grandpa made ribbon cane syrup or had a hog killin us grandkids would get assigned to take smoked meat and syrup to the widows or elderly in the community.
My grandpa used to put up 365 gallons of syrup for the family went through a gallon a day, Ma used it for sugar in pies and everything else.
There was never under 14 or 15 of us bellying up to the table every day had cat head biscuits and ribbon cane syrup every morning for breakfast.
 
When was the first time you saw store bought Christmas trees? Artificial trees? They have stands for trees now? LOL

Used to go cut the trees and decorating was a serious thing. No one had artificial trees. Anyone priced a real Christmas tree lately? OUCH!!!!!!!!
 
My dad bought our first television so he could watch the election returns for Eisenhower vs Stephenson. It was seven inches in a huge box and he sat up most of the night watching. We had neighbors who were rabid democrats and he chose the next morning bright and early to return a wrench he had borrowed from them and they threw him out because they said he smirked.
 
Don't forget everyone of those TV sets had a pair of channel locks sitting on them so you could change the channel when the tuner broke.
The Channel locks came in a set with a pipe wrench that was attached to the antenna pole for proper tuning. Every time you changed channels had to go outside and swing the antenna around. If you didn't it would look like two polar bears fighting in a snow storm.
 
Well you guy's had it easy trying to staying warm. I grew up without air conditioning in the hot and humid swamps. Every few nights they would brush diesel fuel on the screens to try and keep the skeeters and sandflies out. I had to try and sleep with a blanket over my head many a night. And it was only about 100 degrees outside. And by morning I would be a ball of sweat.
 
Still it goes on. I was telling my kids a story this morning about something that happened when I was their age and it came to a screaching halt when I got to the part about trying to find a payphone. I felt pretty old by the time I got done explaining how things were when I was a kid. :oops:
My kids are well versed in how things were done a hundred years ago, but twenty years ago is a blur to them.
 

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