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Post by onlyMark on Jan 14, 2019 20:02:44 GMT
My school as a kid had inkwells and we were taught how to use an ink pen. We also had milk, which was lovely in winter and sour in summer. The school wasn't big enough for a kitchen so we had trays of food delivered from a bigger school late morning and on a trolley past our classroom. The smell always made me ravenous. We also had coal fires and those that sat at the front were usually beet red at the end of the day and us at the back were hypothermic. Outside toilets across the yard and British Bulldog at play time.
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Post by kerouac2 on Jan 14, 2019 20:22:30 GMT
My school did not have inkwells, and the desks had been changed so that there was no inkwell hole in the desks. However, we did use ink cartridges although I don't recall if they were obligatory. We wanted to use the cartridges anyway because they were more fun than ball point pens.
No food or vitamin supplements that I can think of at any school I attended.
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Post by mickthecactus on Jan 14, 2019 21:35:53 GMT
My school as a kid had inkwells and we were taught how to use an ink pen. We also had milk, which was lovely in winter and sour in summer. The school wasn't big enough for a kitchen so we had trays of food delivered from a bigger school late morning and on a trolley past our classroom. The smell always made me ravenous. We also had coal fires and those that sat at the front were usually beet red at the end of the day and us at the back were hypothermic. Outside toilets across the yard and British Bulldog at play time. You went to my school!
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Post by questa on Jan 14, 2019 21:49:14 GMT
Pens with nibs that had to be traded back to get a new one. Shortages in paper and exercise books so had to rotate books and start another subject from the back page. "Quink" ink...a powder mixed with water in an old metal teapot, easier to pour carefully. No school lunches, we took sandwiches,simple baked beans, egg, cold meat and vegemite. As post-war immigration increased it showed up first in the playgrounds at lunchtime. All these weird lunches, big sausage slices and fish and bread that came in different guises. One girl was very allergic to anything with egg. Had a bad asthmatic reaction after our usual lunch swapping routine so it was banned.
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Post by lagatta on Jan 14, 2019 23:56:18 GMT
I'm sure many of the postwar immigrants' kids were begging their parents for "normal" food, though Mediterreanean and later southeast Asian foods became popular later on.
That somehow reminds me of the Midnight Oil song "Blue Sky Mine", about workers poisoned by asbestosis (lots of that here in Québec too), as many of the workers were Mediterranean immigrants; largely Italians and Yugoslavs.
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Post by onlyMark on Jan 15, 2019 5:14:56 GMT
Yes I remember you. The clever handsome one always chatting up the girls and knowing all the answers.
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Post by mickthecactus on Jan 15, 2019 13:01:24 GMT
Yes I remember you. The clever handsome one always chatting up the girls and knowing all the answers. Yes! And I was only 7.
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Post by questa on Jan 15, 2019 23:57:04 GMT
The girls can't resist a handsome young star cricketer. I think it is the cream uniforms they wear.
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Post by Kimby on Jan 20, 2019 5:49:53 GMT
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Post by bixaorellana on Jan 20, 2019 6:34:37 GMT
Kimby, do you know about tagging?
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Post by mossie on Jan 20, 2019 9:38:44 GMT
I cannot get the link, but I know there will be a few of those old Dakotas spruced up for the day. I well remember seeing them together with Curtiss Commandoes and old Stirling bombersby the dozens, trundle over towing gliders for practice and real life attacks on the continent. In fact we used to play in a glider which had broken loose and landed not far away and was left in the field for a week or two before the forces removed it
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Post by kerouac2 on Jan 20, 2019 12:39:59 GMT
Yes, the link is forbidden to people in Europe.
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Post by onlyMark on Jan 20, 2019 13:31:14 GMT
Amongst other transport planes, that was the one my father spent the most time flying.
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Post by Kimby on Jan 20, 2019 14:27:49 GMT
Here’s the text without photos: TOP STORY Museum of Mountain Flying 'Rosies' spend riveting day making new history KIM BRIGGEMAN kbriggeman@missoulian.com Jan 19, 2019 Updated 14 hrs ago
The strains of the Andrews Sisters and the whine of a pneumatic drill filled the hangar Friday at the Museum of Mountain Flying. Kim Maynard, in red kerchief and cuffed jeans ala the 1940s, stood at her work, cleaning a strut detached from the landing gear of the plane from which she’ll jump come June. Maynard, of Missoula, was one of the nation’s first female smokejumpers in 1982. She and husband Al Charters, a former Green Beret high-altitude jump specialist — the “sky god,” she called him — were among the first to sign on to a crew that will take to the skies over Normandy, France, with vintage chutes for the 75th anniversary of D-Day in World War II. Like dozens of other volunteers, they’ve been showing up for months to work on the iconic Douglas C-47 Miss Montana that’ll take them there. “When this came to the museum it was the Mann Gulch plane. Now it’s getting a whole new life,” Maynard said, referring to the aircraft’s history in its Johnson Flying Service days. Fifteen smokejumpers were dispatched on a fire north of Helena in 1949. All but three died that tragic August day. The mission in the museum hangar is to make Miss Montana airworthy to join the D-Day Squadron and Daks Over Normandy and fly on to a commemoration of the Berlin Airlift. Then she'll return to spend her next life traveling across the country, representing Montana and those who died in the service of the United States. Friday was Rosie the Riveter Day, and Maynard and 20 or so other women and girls wore the familiar garb of the female work force that built such planes in bulk during the war. Randy Schonemann of Neptune Aviation is the crew chief of Miss Montana. He said only a small percentage of workers at the Douglas Aircraft plant in Long Beach, California, were females when the war began. By 1944, they made up more than half the work force. Miss Montana rolled off the assembly line there in May, a month before D-Day. There’s a good chance, Schonemann said, that her rivets were installed by women just like Maynard and the others at the museum Friday. “It’s just very exciting to be able to take part in such a crazy idea. I love it,” said Crystal Schonemann, Randy’s wife and second mechanic. The two of them have headed up the disassembly and reassembly of Miss Montana that began last June and will be flying each leg of the journey to Europe for the D-Day celebration. “We are making leaps and bounds now,” Crystal Schonemann said. “It took some time to get the maintenance schedule and all that stuff rolling, but now that we got that it’s all coming together. The last three weeks we’ve really made a lot of progress.” The rebuilt engines are due to come in next week from Idaho, where they were shipped last summer. “That’s the biggest part,” Schonemann said. “Once we get those in we’re good.” Friday’s to-do list included installing and sealing the five windows on either side of the plane and fitting the interior for new insulation. Cindy Fulks, who drove in from Hamilton to volunteer for the day, helped Karen Taberna of Gull Ski with a giant sheet of plastic to create a pattern for the leather imitation aircraft fabric. Taberna will take it back to the shop to cut what will be a “diamond tuck and roll” of a gray fabric, she said. It’ll snap on the sides from the top to the bottoms of the windows. Teri Sharp and Erica and Caelin Simmerman, all of Florence, formed a mother-daughter-granddaughter team to work on the windows. Caelin is 11 years old. Her brother Brennan is 15 and “loves planes and guns,” she said. Brennan has been a frequent volunteer on Miss Montana. “He’s been up to his elbows in grease,” Sharp said. “What I like is, when he took me around the museum, he has kind of developed an ownership. He’s amazing, so he’s kind of got me excited about it.” Until Friday, though, sister Caelin hadn’t been able to make it to the hangar. “When she found out they were doing Rosie the Riveter she got excited,” Erica Simmerman said. “Plus I let her skip school.” “A lot of people are so passionate about this,” said Crystal Schonemann. “Once you touch it, it kind of gets into your blood.” “I laid awake all night the other night thinking about it. And I’m not even in charge,” said Leah Rediske of Florence.
Rediske, a captain for the Florence Volunteer Fire Department, said her husband Joe has been more involved with Miss Montana than she has. “He spent a whole week under the stabilizer, scraping all the crud off trying to get down to bare metal,” she said. What’s the attraction? “I don’t know. I’m just here helping," said Rediske. "I’m not going on the trip at all. It’s just the idea that this thing is going to be in the air. “I’ve been a wildland firefighter for about 15 years, so I’m very passionate about that side of it, having that connection with the jumper plane to Mann Gulch.” Then there are the military connections. Her grandfather, Warren Jones, was a chief master sergeant at Fairchild Air Force Base in Spokane. “I kind of feel like this is a homage to him,” Rediske said. Her husband’s father was an airplane mechanic for the Montana National Guard. “Same thing,” she said. “He wants to do it for his grandpa. It’s just that little... whatever it is. I mean, it’s not even the same airplane, but the idea is there.” Eric Komberec, the project chairman, said the miracles keep rolling in. Already some $350,000 in cash and in-kind donations have been raised to make Miss Montana airworthy and get her to France. On Wednesday, jump seats arrived from Texas for Maynard and 17 other paratroopers to sit in while crossing the English Channel to Normandy. They came at a bargain from a company in Texas, but organizers had to raise $15,000 in two days to get them. “This project is getting so big now, there’s airplanes all across the country that are seeing how exciting this is, so there’s a lot of competition,” Komberec said. So far, 15 of the 18 seats are “bought” for $790 apiece. Each seat will bear the name of a family member on a bronze plaque of remembrance, and a book with their stories will travel with the plane. “I’m so excited to see this thing roll out these doors,” Crystal Schonemann said. “It’s been so long looking at it under these lights, I can’t wait to see it in the sun again.”
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Post by Kimby on Jan 20, 2019 15:31:45 GMT
Kimby, do you know about tagging? I guess not. Maybe it’s not a phone feature?
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Post by bixaorellana on Jan 20, 2019 15:46:15 GMT
The full story: www.proboards.com/user-guide/posting/tagging And just what you really need to know: Tagging works by placing an @ before the person's username. Hover over any Display Name you see and the member's username will be displayed with the @ symbol.
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Post by kerouac2 on Jan 20, 2019 15:55:24 GMT
If it's any consolation, Kimby, I know absolutely nothing about tagging either.
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Post by onlyMark on Jan 20, 2019 16:11:00 GMT
I used to play tag as a kid.
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Post by Kimby on Jan 20, 2019 20:34:19 GMT
We played “Statues” Who else remembers this game?
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Post by kerouac2 on Jan 29, 2019 11:26:57 GMT
I remember when the first gadget addicts started showing off their camera phones at the office. "And look, you can even zoom on the pictures with your fingers!" We all went "wow!"
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Post by patricklondon on Jan 30, 2019 8:13:03 GMT
We played “Statues” Who else remembers this game? Is that what we called "Grandma's Footsteps"?
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Post by bjd on Jan 30, 2019 8:32:11 GMT
All I remember about Statues was having to stop in a certain position and not move, but don't remember why. Never heard of Grandma's Footsteps.
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Post by kerouac2 on Jan 30, 2019 10:50:46 GMT
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Post by mickthecactus on Jan 30, 2019 11:21:18 GMT
Dead lions here.
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Post by bjd on Jan 30, 2019 11:40:01 GMT
I guess so, but we never played in a field, like in the Wiki article. Just on city streets and schoolyards, so there was less running.
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Post by Kimby on Jan 31, 2019 1:32:00 GMT
All I remember about Statues was having to stop in a certain position and not move, but don't remember why. Never heard of Grandma's Footsteps. Our version of statues may have been our own creation. We had a statue creator, or Artist, who “threw” the “statues” by spinning and releasing. The statues froze in position. Then the “art buyer” came along and hemmed and hawed over each sculpture before choosing one to “buy”. The more I think of it, the more I doubt that this is the “real” game of Statues. Here’s a link to some actual rules: considerable.com/statues/
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Post by kerouac2 on Feb 14, 2019 12:09:55 GMT
Long long ago when mobile phones were first becoming very popular and many people were beginning to feel the pain of their telephone bills, there was a commercial in France which I found relatively appalling. There were a number of vignettes in slow motion of people beginning to drool and then sucking the spit back into their mouths. The message? "You're going to need all of your saliva with the new unlimited calling plans by Orange!" It seemed like disgusting overkill at the time, but now I understand why so many people carry a little bottle of water with them everywhere.
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Post by questa on Feb 14, 2019 12:53:21 GMT
In the early days of people carrying (and drinking from) water bottles wherever they went, I attended a pediatrics lecture. Waiting for us all to settle down after a break, the pediatrician observed into the mike that there were 2 filtered, cold water dispensers in the room for our use. With a smile he added, "Those of you who are not weaned yet will have to make your own arrangements"
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Post by kerouac2 on May 14, 2019 18:13:36 GMT
Changing typewriter ribbons was such a pain. No way to do it without getting ink all over your fingers.
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Post by Kimby on May 17, 2019 1:13:24 GMT
And correcting mistakes was an even bigger hassle. First with a typing eraser, coarse enough to wear right through the paper if you weren’t careful. It had a little brush on the other end for whisking away the eraser crumbs. Later, typing correction paper could be inserted and you re-typed the mistake, whiting it out, then retyped it correctly. Finally “liquid paper” correction fluid, in a bottle with a brush, or even in a ballpoint applicator, could white out whole chunks of typing, and if you were patient enough to let it dry fully, you could type right over it.
Then along came computers and word processing software and no erasing needed. Just “cut and paste” electronically. Even built in spell check and grammar suggestions, to make it perfect before you print it off. What will they think of next?
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