Friday, March 31, 2017
Double sockets, Remote light switches and black pots
Awhile back Pauline of ‘Tales of the country roads’, wash & ironing days. We older folk do that, bring up subjects from the past. When I read that I thought of mama ironing on a wooden ironing board with her Iron’s electric cord swinging above at the light socket. There was a double socket. Screwed in between the light and the actual light socket.
The Iron was plugged into a double socket screwed into the light socket and the bulb screwed into the double socket.
A string was tied to that little chain and run to the head board of the bed and allowed the light to be turned off from the bed. The first remote control light switch. LOL
Looking back I remember seeing several cords from double sockets, there were no wall sockets. They were dangerous. But folks did try to be careful. IF the fuse blew too many times a penny was put behind the fuse, actually bypassing the blown fuse.
Growing up there were cast iron pots and pans. The largest one was the Wash Pot that sat out back for the first 6 years of my life. When we moved to the city of Burlington, NC I do not remember it being out back. But boy do I remember the cast iron pots and pans in the kitchen. I would be willing to bet my mama had the same Black pots until she died.
Now she did go modern on some, and bought some ‘Miracle Maid’, waterless cook wear. I would be willing to bet also that with mama it was never ‘waterless’. When something is working don’t fix it. My mama’s cooking was the BEST, I think she knew it, at least for her family. She was never one to brag.
I have told it before but it is worth repeating, My buddy Sonny once bought a sand blaster. He was so proud of it. He sand blasted his greasy and rusty tools, cleaned everything. AND THEN he took all Colette’s black pots outside. You know, the ones with all that black stuff caked on them from 40 years of married cooking! He was so proud, they looked like new when he presented them to his wife. It was a wonder she didn’t crowned him with the frying pan. Nuff said to those who KNOW!
And then there was the '64 Pontiac GTO1