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Life in the 1500s
Thursday, July 09, 2009Life in the 1500s
The next time you are washing your hands and 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 still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were
starting to smell, so 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..
The next time you are washing your hands and 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 still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were
starting to smell, so 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..
Fresh bread and memories
Thursday, January 22, 2009I bake my own bread at home and a loaf was just finished. My husband Dave and I got a piece cut off and proceeded to toast it, He on the wood stove, I in the oven on broil. (Yes we own a toaster, just chose not to use it)
Anyway when it was toasted we put some honey I had purchased yesterday on our bread. With the first taste , my husband was going down memory lane. He said to me, God this reminds me of Texas, then he went on and on and I might mention on some more about how that one bite reminded him of this and that. He said he could picture the house this reminded him of, the kitchen table, who was in the room etc.
I told him I was going to post this he did not mind except when I told him he needed to quiet down now so I could write this.
Is it not amazing how as humans one bite of fresh baked bread with some honey could invoke such a grandeur of memories in a man in his 60's.
And then add to that I can't get him to shut up about these memories as I am writing this. Soo the end of my post, time for me to be a good listener!
LOL!!!
PEACE!!!




