#NaBloPoMo – Day Seven of – Cheer Peppers NanoPoblano 30 Day Challenge.
Today I’m writing a story by a photo again as I’m still struggling to come up with something interesting for my readers. I’m writing from my memories as a child living in a tin shack under the mountain.
The winter months were the hardest living right by Mount Egmont/Taranaki reserve, snow would fall for days sometimes, everything would be covered with snow, water pipelines no longer worked as they were frozen up,they would be frozen for days.
No washing was done in the copper as we couldn’t get enough frozen ice water into the bowl, so it could be lit up to heat the water, so washing was being done by hand by melting ice in a pot on the coal range which was being kept going by the dry wood in the shed which had been saved in the summer months.
I often wonder how my mother managed in those days with five children and cloth nappies to wash and dry.
There were no such things as fridges in those days, there were outside safes which were always on the south side of the house, where the sun never shone to keep the meat and milk as cool as possible.
Have you ever wondered why there were outhouses (called long drops)?
There were no such things as flushing toilets I remembered hating it in the semi dark before we went to bed walking down the long path to the outside loo, the smell would make me feel quiet sick, no spray in those days other than the smell of Jeyes fluid it was everywhere in those days as it sterilized the place especially the seat which you couldn’t avoid sitting on and as for toilet paper, we used newspaper, who thinks they are hard done-by these days?
What I think was even worse was using the china potty if you need to go through the night, we had one in every bedroom, I can still see my mother collecting them everyday and empty them some where outside not sure where and wasn’t very interested to know anyhow.
When the snow had melted enough we would go outside and play dressed in warm homemade sweaters and longs, but one thing I remember was those hand knitted gloves, playing in the icy snow, those wet gloves would stick to our fingers, sometimes we ended up having very frost bitten fingers so sore we couldn’t put them near the fire to warm up because they were too painful. We soon learnt not to get our glove wet when play in the snow.
Well thats a little about “what everybody calls the good old days”, I would love you to comment about those days, see what other memories we can come up with.