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They used to use urine to tan animal skins, so families used to all pee in a pot & then once a day it was taken & Sold to the tannery…….if you had to do this to survive you were “Piss Poor”

But worse than that were the really poor folk who couldn’t even afford to buy a pot……they “didn’t have a pot to piss in” & were the lowest of the low

The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature isn’t just how you like it, think about how things used to be. Here are some facts about the 1500s:

Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and they still smelled pretty good by June.. However, since they were starting to smell . …… . Brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting Married.

Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it.. Hence the saying, “Don’t throw the baby out with the Bath water!”

Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof… Hence the saying “It’s raining cats and dogs.”

There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That’s how canopy beds came into existence.

The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying, “Dirt poor.” The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entrance-way. Hence: a thresh hold.

In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire.. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme: Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old. Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, “bring home the bacon.” They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and chew the fat.

Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.

Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the upper crust.

Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would Sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial.. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a wake.

England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive… So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift.) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be, saved by the bell or was considered a dead ringer.

And that’s the truth….Now, whoever said History was boring?

Time to get back t what this blog was originally about~

I started this blog as a way of expressing my thoughts/feelings and giving hope and help to peple that wher ein similar situations I was in or i was helping my friends through. 

Somewhere alone the line I got lost in the lazy side of depression and just started posting pictures that I dis/agreed and a short jot about why. Then i just posted pictures about seemingly nothing at all.

Well I have had enough of that. If i am going to keep pushing forward and fight though the shadows I need a purpose and not just pictures posted on a virtual wall in the deep reaches of space we call the internet.

That being said I’m opening back up to any questions/subjects/help/or opinions you would like me to share.

send me a question or message and I’ll start once again posting about them. 

I’m listening my lovies ~<3

take this as me being conceded if you will but


my biggest problem is that I am a light in the world


I am kind even to those that are the cruelest to meI am just even if someone disagrees with meI try even for those that have given up on meI am tender even for those that constantly hurt me


I do not hate even those that bring nothing but evil into the worldI do not judge even those that commit the most vile of crimesI do not condemn even those who are proven guilty


why am I like this?I was born this way.I know its not healthy and some may seem it as not right (the act of not hating those that deserve it) but I can’t fight my nature. I have tried.


Some call it being weak, some call it being strong. Some call it being ignorant, some call it being wise.


by Einstein’s trying the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result is insanity, so the only thing I am sure it is is crazy.


but after all that kindness I am still the short end of every stick. Im still the sad puppy waiting outside the lovers bedroom, im still that little light that people keep around so they can see when things get dark in their lives but I am merely a flashlight in comparison to whatever sun they have in their lives. 


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