Peter Hendra wrote in
:

As the winters are mild in God's
own we never used silos but stored bailed hay in open sided barns,
grew feed crops for "break feeding" in the winter such as green maize,


I've spread manure across snow behind the tractor when it was -40F on a
COLD winter's morning. We had a canvas tarp on both sides of the old
John Deere's engine compartment so the "cooling" air from the fan behind
the radiator would blow in your face to keep your hands from freezing to
the steering wheel. The tractor I drove was of WW2 vintage when gasoline
was strictly rationed. It ran on kerosene, not gasoline, even though it
had spark plugs. To start it, you built a fire under the carburetter
(Did I still spell that right in Queen's English?) and boiled the
kerosene to vaporize it for consumption before the exhaust manifold was
hot enough to keep it boiling when the engine was hot. Then, you opened
both cylinder petcocks to relieve the pressure so you could rock the big
flywheel back and forth, finally building up enough momentum in the heavy
flywheel to shove it over the TDC of the piston, praying THIS time was a
charm and it would fire! After several tries, she'd come to life making
an awful racket with fire spewing out those petcocks until you got around
to quickly close them and raise the compression back up to ??
5:1??...hee hee. Once started, it would be left running all day until
you were completely done with it and parked it back INSIDE the barn with
the WARM cows to keep it from freezing solid until spring...ready to
start it at 5AM once the milking was almost done.

If the power went down, we also had a leather belt-driven alternator,
about 8KW, that would run off the old John Deere's outer clutch housing,
which spun the belt (and anything else that caught it) when you engaged
the big clutch lever, even in neutral. When the snow brought the power
lines down, that tractor powered the whole farm for a week, 24 hours a
day pulling on that belt.

I can still hear that rhythmic John Deere 2-cylinder thumping, 50 years
later....(c;

I'm pushing 62 in January. Just like the rest of the "almost
Altzheimers" patients, I can remember that tractor.....Now, if I could
just remember where the damned truck keys are located....(c;


Larry
--

"Larry" wrote in message
...


I've spread manure across snow behind the tractor when it was -40F on a
COLD winter's morning. We had a canvas tarp on both sides of the old
John Deere's engine compartment so the "cooling" air from the fan behind
the radiator would blow in your face to keep your hands from freezing to
the steering wheel.
snip.............
Larry
--


Yeah, yeah...and you walked 20 miles to school...uphill both ways!

"Don White" wrote in news:escZh.29371$PV3.313547
@ursa-nb00s0.nbnet.nb.ca:

Yeah, yeah...and you walked 20 miles to school...uphill both ways!



Nope. I lived behind the school property for most of high school. The
elementary school was the old one about a half mile away. The farm was on
the edge of the town.

Larry
--

On Mon, 30 Apr 2007 01:37:56 +0000, Larry wrote:

Certainly a different type of farming than that of New Zealand.
Seasonal snowfalls do sometimes cause a few problems in some parts of
the high country in the South Island but the stock - sheep and beef
cattle - is still left outside. In the rest of the country the grass
still grows in the winter, albeit less prolifically than in the flush
of spring and autumn - we don't experience a "fall" as the leaves of
the native trees stay on - much more sensible. I suppose that is why
New Zealand butter and cheddar cheese is able to be sold here in
Trinidad - low cost of production.

It sounds terribly romantic to have such snowfalls, to be able to ice
skate, ski and make snowmen outside your back door and feed the cows
in a barn, but the romance obviously pales to the farmer. If we want
snow, we have to drive several hours to the mountains, and only for a
couple of months of the year. My youngest son had to wait to get to
Afyon in central Turkey at the age of ten in order to make his first
snowman. Still, it was a beautiful setting. It was in the grounds of
the great mosque there which, with its 15th century spirally tiled
onion domed minaret is a work of art in itself. I had gone in to pray
and they (owner and son) played in the snow outside. I was amazed at
the locals who took off their shoes and socks to wash their feet in
the freezing water of the fountain before prayer and who walked
barefooted on the ice to the door. Still, they were used to it. The
streets were covered in solid ice. Difficult to drive and walk. The
housewives were putting the ashes from their fires on the snow in a
line so that people could more safely walk. Magical to us though. No
other tourists - apparently wrong season.

Did the power lines break because of the weight of the snow or due to
the copper becoming brittle with the intense cold? N ever seen such a
thing.

cheers
Jerry Attrick


Peter Hendra wrote in
:

As the winters are mild in God's
own we never used silos but stored bailed hay in open sided barns,
grew feed crops for "break feeding" in the winter such as green maize,

I've spread manure across snow behind the tractor when it was -40F on a
COLD winter's morning. We had a canvas tarp on both sides of the old
John Deere's engine compartment so the "cooling" air from the fan behind
the radiator would blow in your face to keep your hands from freezing to
the steering wheel. The tractor I drove was of WW2 vintage when gasoline
was strictly rationed. It ran on kerosene, not gasoline, even though it
had spark plugs. To start it, you built a fire under the carburetter
(Did I still spell that right in Queen's English?) and boiled the
kerosene to vaporize it for consumption before the exhaust manifold was
hot enough to keep it boiling when the engine was hot. Then, you opened
both cylinder petcocks to relieve the pressure so you could rock the big
flywheel back and forth, finally building up enough momentum in the heavy
flywheel to shove it over the TDC of the piston, praying THIS time was a
charm and it would fire! After several tries, she'd come to life making
an awful racket with fire spewing out those petcocks until you got around
to quickly close them and raise the compression back up to ??
5:1??...hee hee. Once started, it would be left running all day until
you were completely done with it and parked it back INSIDE the barn with
the WARM cows to keep it from freezing solid until spring...ready to
start it at 5AM once the milking was almost done.

If the power went down, we also had a leather belt-driven alternator,
about 8KW, that would run off the old John Deere's outer clutch housing,
which spun the belt (and anything else that caught it) when you engaged
the big clutch lever, even in neutral. When the snow brought the power
lines down, that tractor powered the whole farm for a week, 24 hours a
day pulling on that belt.

I can still hear that rhythmic John Deere 2-cylinder thumping, 50 years
later....(c;

I'm pushing 62 in January. Just like the rest of the "almost
Altzheimers" patients, I can remember that tractor.....Now, if I could
just remember where the damned truck keys are located....(c;


Larry

Peter Hendra wrote in
:

On Mon, 30 Apr 2007 01:37:56 +0000, Larry wrote:

Certainly a different type of farming than that of New Zealand.
Seasonal snowfalls do sometimes cause a few problems in some parts of
the high country in the South Island but the stock - sheep and beef
cattle - is still left outside. In the rest of the country the grass
still grows in the winter, albeit less prolifically than in the flush
of spring and autumn - we don't experience a "fall" as the leaves of
the native trees stay on - much more sensible. I suppose that is why
New Zealand butter and cheddar cheese is able to be sold here in
Trinidad - low cost of production.

NZ sounds like South Carolina. We rarely get any snow at all and only
once or twice in a lifetime is there snow to close the place down. In
1973, the last snow storm in SC, the state was shut down for nearly a
week! Some trees shed in the fall here. Others shed in the spring with
the new growth pushing the very hard Southern Oak leaves out of their
sockets just in time for the flowers to bloom, then fall out in massive
flower storms to clog every port on every car they blow into...a real
mess.

SC farmers are, mostly, way too lazy to dairy farm. There are few dairy
farms across the state. They raise cash crops like soybeans, tobacco,
stuff that is nearly plant-and-forget-until-harvest, except for a few bug
sprayings, mostly from airplanes. The rich outer sea islands have very
fertile ground for vegetable crops, melons, we even have a historic TEA
plantation, the only one inside the USA, right here in Charleston. We
used to be famous, back in the plantation days, for rice. The place is
covered with abandoned rice paddies, now grown over with weeds just
itching to clog a prop if you get out of the channel.

It sounds terribly romantic to have such snowfalls, to be able to ice
skate, ski and make snowmen outside your back door and feed the cows
in a barn, but the romance obviously pales to the farmer. If we want
snow, we have to drive several hours to the mountains, and only for a
couple of months of the year. My youngest son had to wait to get to
Afyon in central Turkey at the age of ten in order to make his first
snowman. Still, it was a beautiful setting. It was in the grounds of
the great mosque there which, with its 15th century spirally tiled
onion domed minaret is a work of art in itself. I had gone in to pray
and they (owner and son) played in the snow outside. I was amazed at
the locals who took off their shoes and socks to wash their feet in
the freezing water of the fountain before prayer and who walked
barefooted on the ice to the door. Still, they were used to it. The
streets were covered in solid ice. Difficult to drive and walk. The
housewives were putting the ashes from their fires on the snow in a
line so that people could more safely walk. Magical to us though. No
other tourists - apparently wrong season.

When I was young, in the 1950's, NY state had terrible snow storms from
the Great Lakes "Lake Effect" snows. It was frigid cold and the local
lake, Owasco Lake, ring finger of the upstate Finger Lakes region, froze
so solid you could drive a snowplow-equipped dump truck out in the middle
of it and plow the snow off the ice to make a car/motorcycle race
track...right in the middle of the lake. I spent many days with my
grandfather, sitting in his gas mantle lantern-heated ice fishing shack
on skis we towed out at 3AM to clean out the ice fishing holes and set
the "tip ups", an automatic snatching rig, spring loaded to set the hooks
of any fish that bit the little minnow wiggling on the hook below. The
holes were augered into the ice with a special gasoline powered auger
drill and the ice was about 1-2 ft thick, where the fish wintered in
warmer water on the bottom. That same lake, now that the sun has
increased in intensity in one of its pulsating cycles, hardly freezes
over and certainly not hard enough to drive on, any more. My time in the
1950's is during the 1940-1975 cooling period the Global Warming Business
has amnesia about....right when Americans drove these awful gasoline
beasts, heated their houses with gun oil furnaces and lit the lights with
coal-fired huge electric plants. So much for man-made global warming
nonsense. It was DEATHLY COLD! Of course, that wouldn't create massive
government grants to fight global warming, which is caused by the big
thermonuclear star 93M miles away....(sigh). Man can't stand it when HE
doesn't control everything.


Did the power lines break because of the weight of the snow or due to
the copper becoming brittle with the intense cold? N ever seen such a
thing.

Not exactly. What would happen some time is the powerlines were simply
bowled over by shifting snow several feet thick, sort of like a mini
glacier. At other times, overzealous snowplow crews put too much snow up
against them and they broke off at the base. Cars drove in snow canyons,
especially after the invention of the snow blowers mounted on heavy
trucks. In grade school (primary school) we got Mimeographed handouts
from the power company, New York State Electric and Gouge, warning us NOT
to touch any high voltage overhead power lines we could reach with a
stick if we stood on top of the snow banks the plows had piled up after a
big storm. The banks were THAT high! My grandparents had a lake house,
where they lived most of the time. It had a back door on the first
floor, for summer, and on the second floor, for sometimes in winter when
the first floor was "undersnow".

This snow mass, near the edges of spring, would also melt during the day,
freeze hard again at night, creating a layered cake of solid ice over
snow over solid ice over snow by spring. Any warm spell made a new ice
sheet of the snow piled up everywhere....great for walking or hunting
until it got unstable and you fell through it on every step, ripping your
skin open on the jagged ice edges of the hole your boot made.

Every spring, of course, there would be a sudden warm period, melting
vast fields of deep snow quite quickly. This caused every stream to
become a torrent, every river to flood like hell and the lake to
overflow, flooding the whole valley even with the flood gates running
wide open. My grandparents' lake house, of course, took this into
consideration. It was on pilings, as were all the others, to allow the
lake to just run under it at will until it drained away. You parked way
up the road where it was out of the water and rode the aluminum fishing
boat with 7.5hp Evinrude Sportwin outboard to the house. There were
cleats by the back door and all the neighbors would help each other move
their lake docks up to the back doors of the houses during floods to tie
boats up to...creating each house as an island...complete with power,
heat, water, etc....an inconvenience, not a catastrophy like New Orleans.
The flood waters were 0.01C so we didn't do much diving off the roof into
the lake water covering up the road....(c; You had two choices to visit
the neighbors...take the boat or use your waders...your choice.

As this melt subsided, a wonderful little silver fish called "S'melt"
started running up every creek out of the lake to spawn. You were only
allowed 4 buckets of S'melt per day catch limit with your dipnets. There
were MILLIONS of them in every little creek for a couple of weeks until
the eggs were laid for next year. S'melt are amazingly easy to cook and
eat, being just bigger than a minnow. Their entire body was what you
ate. All their organs were contained right below the head just forward
of their gills. You simply cut them behind the gills and threw them into
the deep fat fryer you'd find us kids staring into waiting to see them
float (done) a few seconds later. To eat them, you simply put them into
your mouth, tail sticking out, lightly bit down just ahead of the tail
and pull the tail out....complete with all their bones....too easy! I
could still eat a hundred....(c; A little lemon sauce to dip them in is
nice. I'm not sure if they still run like that, now. The old lake is so
polluted by the damned sewage plants the Federal bureaucrats forced on
all the little towns there are huge algae blooms and lots of lake
pollution. When I lived there, you could drink the lake water, and we
did! Not any more. Everyone used to have cesspools and septic tanks
with drainage fields in the fast draining gravel soils of the valley.
How stupid to change what worked for 300 years.

It was a fantastic place to grow up. When I call my old friends I grew
up with who never left the town, I always ask them, "What day was Summer
this year?"....(c;

When I was young, in the 1950's, NY state had terrible snow storms from
the Great Lakes "Lake Effect" snows.

Larry,
You paint a wonderful picture of growing up in such a completely
different environment that experienced in more temperate New Zealand
which is 1,000 miles or so long but which has temperate weather
inducing surrouinding seas. The original name for N.Z. was the Maori
one - Aotearoa - essentially "the land of the long white cloud" As I
read your writing I became aware that the mental imagery your words
provoked were from the movies that I had seen since childhood. They,
usually from the Disney studios, of course portrayed idyllic
situations with the ideal stereotype American (white of course) family
of the time. America was apparently a heaven on earth where everyone
had large cars, large houses, toboggans, ice skates, drive in movies
and every other desirable feature of modern life. The kitchens of
these houses were very middle class with all the conveniences and the
mothers never worked and were always supoportive and understanding
while the fathers had good jobs but sort of hovered within the
periphery of the family. Looking back, it seemed that American Mothers
were very much in control as were the young girl children of the boys.
I remember at eight years old when I lived in a Boy's home, when we
were in bed at night after seeing such a family at the 'pictures'. We
talked half into the night about how we were going to be fathers just
like that; we'd take our children fishing, camping in the woods and on
holidays around the country. I can't recall any thoughts of a wife in
the picture at all. Needless to say, I later acquired one, or rather,
she acquired me or took me off the streets depending upon who she is
talking with at the time.

We have in some of New Zealand's central North Island lakes, such as
lake Taupo, a small variety of smelt which is not fished (apart from
by poachers) as it provides food for Rainbow and Brown trout.

What used to be prolific was a small 25 - 30 mm (sorry inch to inch
and a quarter - tedious to say and to write) long young of a species
of primitive native trout - the galaxids, of which we have about 6 or
7 species. This fish spawns in the estuaries and the sea and migrates
en mass up the rivers as fry. They are eaten entire, being too small
to scale, fillet, gut and behead; normally mixed with a little beaten
egg to bind them into pattiies that are quickly fried in butter in a
hot skillet. Delicious with freshly squeezed lemon.

As young kids we would meet up to go fishing from the commercial
wharves of the capital, Wellington in the days before containers and
when kids and others could walk the wharves in the weekends. Try it
now and you will be stopped by security at the gate. . Depending upon
the season, we could catch fast running sea trout - the Kahawai, with
a spinner on the end of a piece of nylon - didn't have rods, couldn't
afford them. Most of the time we would use squeezed pieces of bread on
tiny hooks to catch sardines and pilchards which we would either cook
ourselves in an old frypan we kept hidden beneath the wooden wharf
structure or, if it was raining, take them to 'Charlie's' - an elderly
Chinese shopkeeper who sold Chinese dry goods and whose wife would
cook them for us out back while they told stories of old China. He was
a Kuomintang officer before the war. The way to clean and cook them I
taught my wife and son in Turkey a few years ago where these fish are
US$1 or 2 dollars a kilo in the markets and very fresh.

You should try it sometime. it is simple and they taste delicious.
Such simple expertise also impresses the women - almost as good as
dragging a wooly mammoth back to the cave.

NOTE: This is a tip for CRUISING BOAT people who may espy these small
fish in a foreign or not so foreign fish market and ponder the cooking
of them. Got it in there Larry.

Take the fish in one hand, grasp the head with the other and pull down
and towards the stomach. This will rip off the head and eviscerate the
poor creature in one motion. Then, hold the fish in one hand, ventral
surface up and push the thumbnail of the other hand beneath the
backbone from the now headless end until it has lifted off completely
and you are left with two fillets held together by the caudal peduncle
(forgive me - the biologist you know) - the base of the tail. Stack
them on a plate and when you have sufficient - half a dozen fish will
suffice for an entree portion, wash them gently, dredge them lightly
in seasoned (salt and pepper and a little chilli if you wish) flour
and lay in hot olive oil. Cook several at a time - quickly - and turn
them over when golden. Again (damn, I am copiously salivating doglike
at the moment) serve with a little sprig of parsley and squeezed
lemon.

Sounds more difficult than it is but the results are more than worth
it. Your are not required to beat your chest when you present them to
your woman, but.... if it helps.

It is sometimes not good to revisit your childhood haunts. They always
change and get smaller. They exist far better as memories.

Looking back now, there were usually the three of us who were also
friends at school; me a Greek Moslem, Michael an Italian Catholic who
later joined the Jesuits and another Peter who was Chinese and a pagan
who used chopsticks at that. I can't remember it ever mattering then
and we are still close friends over 50 years later. Perhaps life was
simpler then. Michael's Dad was a commercial fisherman who taught us
to caulk boats - his, and to repair nets - his. He made me promise
that if I ever went to Italy I would light a candle for him in the
church on the island of Stromboli - his origin. We made a long detour
from the Straits of Messina to the Aeolian Islands just to do so. I
sought the assistance of the young priest who gave me a candle
(normally two Euros), explained how to light it and place it in the
sand box, and left to wait with my owner and son, not before advising
that I could pray in any manner I wished and advising the general
direction of Mecca without my asking. Afterwards, we were invited into
his home for lunch. I shall never forget that priest.

cheers
Peter

Peter Hendra wrote in
:

Larry,
You paint a wonderful picture of growing up in such a completely
different environment that experienced in more temperate New Zealand
which is 1,000 miles or so long but which has temperate weather
inducing surrouinding seas. The original name for N.Z. was the Maori
one - Aotearoa - essentially "the land of the long white cloud" As I
read your writing I became aware that the mental imagery your words
provoked were from the movies that I had seen since childhood. They,
usually from the Disney studios, of course portrayed idyllic
situations with the ideal stereotype American (white of course) family
of the time. America was apparently a heaven on earth where everyone
had large cars, large houses, toboggans, ice skates, drive in movies
and every other desirable feature of modern life. The kitchens of
these houses were very middle class with all the conveniences and the
mothers never worked and were always supoportive and understanding
while the fathers had good jobs but sort of hovered within the
periphery of the family. Looking back, it seemed that American Mothers
were very much in control as were the young girl children of the boys.
I remember at eight years old when I lived in a Boy's home, when we
were in bed at night after seeing such a family at the 'pictures'. We


If you want to see a little piece of that world in the USA, you need look
no further than the Lustron Corporation, who created those middle class
American homes of enameled steel around 1950 for several years. Lustron
homes have a real cult following, today, and are still as nice a house as
they were in 1949.
http://lustron.org/

Returning GIs met very short housing markets unable to sell them a home
on their new GI Bill guarantees. Lustron built whole tracts of houses,
almost overnight with their prefabricated cities.

The people pictured in the Lustron movie and ads are just the people you
are talking about...(c; Mom stayed at HOME and ran the household and
children. Dad worked and his meager salary supported them all, in their
new $7000 Lustron home. His $900 new Chevy sedan got him to work just
fine....

Then, the money mongers decided to ruin my country......
Moms all work, now trying to make ends meet. The US Dollar is WORTHLESS.
It's all gone and won't ever return....

Larry
--

On Tue, 01 May 2007 02:22:21 +0000, Larry wrote:

Fascinating, and i am getting an education to boot.

The sad thing about this type of picturing the "typical American
family" is that many people believed that it was the norm and thus
expected it.

When I taught high school science for a couple of years, a colleague
who taught social studies (in N.Z. - other countries and society) set
an assignment for his 14 year old boys and girls to make a collage
from newspaper and magazine pictures - or any pictures, of their
future in ten or so years time.

The boys of course had cars and motorbikes. Most of the girls had
collages combining expenive, unaffordable homes, candlelight dining as
in the Lustron picture, loving family scenes and such as pictures of
them waving off hubby to work in his equally unaffordable to most
sports car whilst standing at the door in an evening gown complete
with diamond earings and impractical (for cleaning the house and
washing the nappies, that is) hairstyles. All the men were muscular
and handsome and all the women were fashion models - not a pot belly,
sagging boob or unslightly stretchmark in sight.

Is it any wonder that, with the reality of stretching the meagre
budgets of the newly wed, kids screaming in the middle of the night
from illnesses etc, wife finding that she has to work, husband
realising that the GT40 is beyond his reach etc., etc., that reality
sets in, romance and hope die a little and our divorce rate is close
to 50%. I don't know what the figures for the U.S. are but I remember
that a survey taken in Dallas, Texas a few years ago gave the figure
of above 90% to financial reasons being the primary cause of Marital
breakdowns.

Now if only people bought a BOAT to live aboard instead of a house,
perhaps they might stay together longer due to the requirement on the
sea for shared responsibility. - Had to think on that one.

Peter

The people pictured in the Lustron movie and ads are just the people you
are talking about...(c; Mom stayed at HOME and ran the household and
children. Dad worked and his meager salary supported them all, in their
new $7000 Lustron home. His $900 new Chevy sedan got him to work just
fine....

Then, the money mongers decided to ruin my country......
Moms all work, now trying to make ends meet. The US Dollar is WORTHLESS.
It's all gone and won't ever return....

Larry

Hi Peter and Larry,

Peter Hendra wrote:
On Tue, 01 May 2007 02:22:21 +0000, Larry wrote:

Fascinating, and i am getting an education to boot.

The sad thing about this type of picturing the "typical American
family" is that many people believed that it was the norm and thus
expected it.

When I taught high school science for a couple of years, a colleague
who taught social studies (in N.Z. - other countries and society) set
an assignment for his 14 year old boys and girls to make a collage
from newspaper and magazine pictures - or any pictures, of their
future in ten or so years time.

The boys of course had cars and motorbikes. Most of the girls had
collages combining expenive, unaffordable homes, candlelight dining as
in the Lustron picture, loving family scenes and such as pictures of
them waving off hubby to work in his equally unaffordable to most
sports car whilst standing at the door in an evening gown complete
with diamond earings and impractical (for cleaning the house and
washing the nappies, that is) hairstyles. All the men were muscular
and handsome and all the women were fashion models - not a pot belly,
sagging boob or unslightly stretchmark in sight.

The major change in civilization that led to these
unrealistic fantasies of life in the youngsters
was the rise of mass visual media--photography,
magazines, movies, and then television. The
people making their living selling mass media
quickly figured out that glamor attracted an
audience, and that no one was interested in the
realistic mundane parts of life. Advertisers also
needed to attract eyeballs to their product so
featured the beautiful people enjoying their products.

The result was a generation of children raised
with unrealistic expectations of life, and, as
they became older, the vague feeling that they
were failing at life because they did not have the
lifestyle portrayed and expected.

Is it any wonder that, with the reality of stretching the meagre
budgets of the newly wed, kids screaming in the middle of the night
from illnesses etc, wife finding that she has to work, husband
realising that the GT40 is beyond his reach etc., etc., that reality
sets in, romance and hope die a little and our divorce rate is close
to 50%. I don't know what the figures for the U.S. are but I remember
that a survey taken in Dallas, Texas a few years ago gave the figure
of above 90% to financial reasons being the primary cause of Marital
breakdowns.

It is said that 50% of the marriages end in
divorce, but I have noticed that there are a lot
of people around that have been married only once
and are devoted to their mates. At the same time,
there are a fewer number that have been married
four or five times. This would suggest that the
statistics are skewed by a small percentage of
people who have many marriage failures.

To illustrate, consider five siblings. Four of
them have long term marriages with committed
mates, but one is married four times with each
marriage ending in divorce. In this case, you
have eight marriages, with four ending in divorce
for your "50% of marriages end in divorce"
statistic, but it doesn't show the real picture.


Now if only people bought a BOAT to live aboard instead of a house,
perhaps they might stay together longer due to the requirement on the
sea for shared responsibility. - Had to think on that one.

I wonder what the statistics for divorce are among
liveaboard cruisers. I've heard that a lot of
marriages end under the strain of one party being
an avid sailor with dreams of seeing the world,
while the other is a reluctant participant.
Oddly, it seems that either sex is equally likely
to get the wanderlust.


Peter

The people pictured in the Lustron movie and ads are just the people you
are talking about...(c; Mom stayed at HOME and ran the household and
children. Dad worked and his meager salary supported them all, in their
new $7000 Lustron home. His $900 new Chevy sedan got him to work just
fine....

Then, the money mongers decided to ruin my country......
Moms all work, now trying to make ends meet. The US Dollar is WORTHLESS.
It's all gone and won't ever return....
Larry

Larry,

The US$ isn't at all worthless. You should do
some foreign travel to get a feel for what people
in other countries are having to put up with.

We just got back from the UK, where we were paying
0.92 UKP per liter for "petrol". That is the
equivalent of almost $8 per gallon. Whenever we
travel outside the USA, I like to check out real
estate, grocery, transportation, fuel etc prices
to get a feel for the cost of living. On this
trip my wife and I both came back with the
distinct feeling that we in the USA still have
things very good compared to the UK, but most of
us don't know it.

Don W.

Peter Hendra wrote in
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Now if only people bought a BOAT to live aboard instead of a house,
perhaps they might stay together longer due to the requirement on the
sea for shared responsibility. - Had to think on that one.



I don't know of any married couples who just love the boat so much,
especially after living aboard it for a length of time. She might SAY
she loves the boat, but you see that longing in her eye if you look
close...for SHORE! Sure, there are exceptions, probably 10% of the
liveaboard women in a boat this afternoon. Men's interests and women's
interests are just different.....that's reality.

Cruising a hardware store, I'll see some man loading his cart with stuff
the wife is handing him that needs doing at home. My standard comment
is:

"NEVER bring a woman to a hardware store!"

Boy, did he screw up! He'll be painting and sanding for months! All he
wanted to do was to look for more tools....(c; He's never even BEEN to
the paint department, before!



Larry
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