Haha, that reminds me of the time I was at the drive in movie with a friend and her parents. We were about 13 or so and goofy, and we were running at full speed from her parent's car, probably to the bathroom. She forgot about those speaker cords and "twanged" one pretty good; I'm still surprised that car window didn't break. I still laugh when I think about that... her sprawled flat on her back and the people in the car cranning their necks to look at her lying there in the gravel.
I remember bringing in the frozen clothes in from the line. You'd have to crack them to fold them but when they thawed, they'd be perfectly dry. I could never figure out how that worked.
Did anyone help their mother or grandma shell the peas? I remember my thumbnail being green and sore for days in the summertime.
My mom to keep the shape of my jeans would put me in them just before she hung them on the line, it was a little scary us being on the second floor, but she took precautions and use three clothespins, it had the added benefit of me acting as a scarecrow to chase the birds away. Haha
electronic component used in some early 20th century radio receivers that consists of a piece of crystalline mineral which rectifies the alternating current radio signal.Wikipedia
Yes, yes I did for hours. Peas grew great in Colorado so yes, I have shelled peas until I begged to go clean the toilet for a break. The sad thing is when I lived in the mountains, peas were about the only thing that grew well and produced heavy. I have not only shelled, but canned, froze, and dried those little balls of fun. I have even ground the dried ones to make flour. Not the best birthday cake I have made myself, but it worked. I haven't eaten a pea for years. I really should try them again with my lack of pearly whites situation.