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.)
A woman in northern Sweden was lucky enough recently to have her lost wedding ring delivered to her via a carrot from her garden 16 years after it was lost in her kitchen. What were the chances that a carrot grew in the very spot the ring was lying?
A florin arrived in the kitchen of a Glenorchy housewife in 1952 via a carrot and a Smithton housewife found a penny in a carrot in 1945. Again, what were the chances of a carrot growing exactly where these coins were lying? Is there a large amount of coinage just under the surface of Tasmania waiting for root vegetables to bring them to the surface?
These stories make me think I should get out there and put some carrots in my vegie garden!
They breed ’em tough in the bush.
After the snake bit Harold Lewis on the finger, he pulled out a slasher, cut off the offending digit, then saddled up and rode for help.
I am not sure I would have the courage to lop off a finger once a snake had already bitten it, I think it would take all my self-control just to not run around screaming and waving my arms around. This of course is not the recommended treatment for a snakebite, but neither is chopping bits off the victim.
I wonder if he fell off the horse due to the effects of the venom, or if it was a delayed reaction to the voice in his head shouting ‘oh my god, you just chopped your finger off!!!!’
It is a long way from Woomera to western Queensland. Those mysterious threads must have been made out of something pretty special if they made it all that way….People will always look for an exciting explanation for things instead of using their brains.
Were these floating threads from secret activity at the rocket range? No. Aliens? No. They were just spider webs.
Some months ago we were camping at Ararat and experienced these floating webs. They look amazing, and when you are out in the open and look up into the blue sky, the webs floating by on the breeze give the illusion you are at the bottom of the ocean and water is flowing over you. No matter how strange they were though, it was pretty obvious they were just spider webs. Many of the webs actually contained a small spider that in no way looked guilty of being involved in ‘secret activity’. I wonder how these people in 1950 didn’t notice that?
It was pretty cool though. The whole place was webbified*. Trees, signs, houses, every single car aerial trailed a flag of web. The street signs were the most amusing as some had feet of many cottony web gently waving in the wind. It was a bit like the whole place was being poorly set-dressed for an after-the-apocalypse movie. All we needed was some badly made-up zombies and Charlton Heston cruising around in a mustang.
*webbified, to be covered in webs, ok?