I did a post some time ago about a blacksmith who was also a part-time dentist. It has been quite popular which makes me wonder if people are looking for someone to verify their suspicions that their own dentist is in fact more at home in a forge wielding a large hammer than he is gently fixing their teeth.
I have been stirred to do another post in the same vein as I spent an afternoon at the dentist myself last week getting a filling. I have a pretty high pain threshold, but when that drill hits the nerve….owwwwww!…..
I was quite glad that the Wynyard blacksmith-dentist from this 1939 article who made his own forceps was a thing of the past. He didn’t use anaesthetic and I’m willing to bet that he didn’t know much about what we consider basic surgical hygiene either…
I had also taken needle-shy son number 2 for a check-up, an exercise that stretches my negotiation skills. When I read this article I could only imagine a world where boys willingly take themselves to the dentist to have a tooth extracted, if only it had cost me a mere shilling! (Pass on the spitting in the gutter on the way out though.)
What a nice story, I love that Paddy occasionally got to go off on boating adventures before being returned to his home on the docks. Unfortunately this story is not one we are ever likely to see in this day and age.
These days, if Paddy the Wanderer started hanging around the waterfront he would quickly be deemed a risk to health and safety. The poor little bugger would be whisked off to the pound by the ranger before he had a chance to make any friends at all!
Much of southern Australia is suffering from a heat wave at the moment and the moaning is incessant, mostly from me really…
On Monday the temperature was 39°c (102°F), today 36°c (96°F) is forecast and the previous few days were much the same, so we are mostly sitting in front of the telly with cold drinks and wishing for the forecast cool change to hurry up and get here a little early.
The heat wave in 1939 had similar temperatures to today, but had lasted longer. They had a lot more to moan about too. In our house we are complaining about the lack of decent air-conditioning and the problem of keeping the freezer stocked with icy poles to stem the tide of whinge from the kids. In 1939 they had no household AC and were unlikely to have anything close to a fridge, let alone a freezer full of icy poles. Imagine that the best you could hope for was to keep your milk fresh in a thermos for just a few hours just as this hint advised.
People were threatened with ice rationing in Adelaide, poultry perished, and possums and kangaroos were reported to be dying in the bush due to the scarcity of water. Small bushfires were burning across the state, mere days before they merged into the massive fires of Black Friday (13th January) that burnt nearly 2 million hectares and killed 71 people.
Makes our whining about poor air-conditioning pretty pathetic, doesn’t it?
Have a look at www.britanniacreek.com/ and click on live weather to see what the day is like in my neck of the woods, their weather station is only a stones throw from home.
This gigantic and terrifying Spectre of the Brocken is a fantastic local legend. Imagine what a scary sight the pine-tree wielding and angrily gesticulating figure would have been, looming out of the mist…
I love monster tales, and I love it when they are clearly not real. I love it the most when any clear explanation remains elusive. Dr. Haue is a bit of a kill-joy really. Yes, I can see that it is highly unlikely there is a gigantic wild man waving an uprooted pine tree and roaming the mountain-side but I don’t want to know that it is merely a shadow on the mist. Knowing a story is based on an unlikely monster is one thing, but actually finding out the boring truth is usually just disappointing.
I suspect the gnarled old locals at the pub still telling their stories of bravely encountering the spectre in their youth don’t want everyone to know that they didn’t recognize their own shadow.
I always say that no matter how much we think an item of current news is strange or unusual, if you look back you will often find a very similar article from years gone past.
In 1939 there was a shooting near Barkly Square after the arrival of an armed man, after which one of the victims staggered off for help.
Yesterday x-mas shoppers were treated to the surprising sight of heavily armed police patrolling Barkly Square after some gunmen arrived in a car and shot a man in the adjacent street. He then staggered from where he was shot into Barkly Square carpark for help.
My main reason for wanting to do this post today though is that when I was listening to the radio this morning I was delighted to hear callers say that locally the name Barkly Square has been spoonerized into Sparkly Bear, or, more accurately Sqarkly Bear. I do prefer the far more amusing Sparkly Bear though. Who wouldn’t want to go shopping at such an amusingly nicknamed place?!
To be an asbestos millionaire is a very non-PC thing to admit to these days, and this article just shows that air-headed celebrity is nothing new.
‘The war news is boring me’ he says. Poor pet, I bet he wouldn’t have been bored if he was actually involved in the war.
I wonder what happened to the previous four wives? I also wonder if he had actually asked the lucky Eleanor Troy to be number five, or just assumed she would be unable to resist his amazing charms?