Speaking of shit, cleaning the septic tanks and other sewage pits was a job for only the stouthearted. The smell was atrocious and the workers and populace referred to the carts that hauled away the refuse as 'Honey Wagons". A jest implying that the wagon had a lovely sweet scent just like honey which could be smelled many yards away. My dad was a master beekeeper and when he was first starting out selling his wares of honey, creamed honey, honey comb and beeswax candles he thought the perfect name for his company should be The Honey Wagon. uh... no. My mom set him straight on that name and he chose something else. Thank goodness.
It's my understanding that the odor 'cadaverine' is supposed to be the worst smell known to humankind. And the odor is so memorable that one never forgets that smell.My mother nearly died as a child because she fell into a septic pit. Her family's yard had a septic field and a tank over which lay a thin layer of dirt and grass and carefully laid on top of that was a car tire. That tire alerted everyone not to walk there. My mother who was about 7 at the time spotted her older brother's pet pigeons sitting on a fence and she decided to run up to them and give them a good scare. So intent on her mission she forgot about the septic tank and ran across the top of the lid which collapsed under her weight and she fell into the tank full of sewage. The only reason she survived her ordeal was the long grass which hung down the sides of the tank. She grasped those grass strands and screamed for help. My grandmother heard her screams, found her and pulled her to safety. Her clothes and shoes were not salvageable and had to be burned. Mom was washed many times over before she stopped reeking and the pigeons were right as rain.
Considering that I'm feeling rather crappy today your comments are right on. Just wondering - would it have been deadly to have lit a match near the premises?
I love it when someone comes here and adds info to an article, making the read that much richer. Now, that's a commenter I can get behind. Thanks, WTM!
“Knowing that a sheep usually lives for 8-10 years, Chinta Bahadur mostly reaches the rank of a havildar (three-rank chevron), and when he dies, we get a new sheep, who gets the name of Chinta Bahadur and becomes a part of the unit. This tradition has been going on since 1944. This reminds me a bit of my grandfather who had a wife (my grandmother) named Mary and a parakeet he named 'Petey-boy' which he named after himself (Peter). When Mary died he went back to 'the old country' (Poland) and married a woman named Mary. And when Petey-Boy died he got another parakeet and named it Petey-Boy. I wonder if he had lived a very, very long life if he would have kept up the tradition of marrying only women named Mary and naming all of his Parakeets Petey-Boy?
My guess is it will be a useful video on how to assemble their chairs so buyers can watch step by step how to put the chair together. I know it would sure help me.
Wow! Thanks for sharing that. Did you save that article or did you find it verbatum on line? I was a MAD fanatic as a kid and into my late teens. I even did a homework assignment parodying MAD magazine with a Christmas theme. I had piles of MAD magazines, tons of Superman comic books (I really liked the Bizarro adventures) and anything Beatles like magazines, photos, posters. concert ticket stubs, etc until my mother threw my collections in the trash one day when she got mad at me. Her timing was perfect because the trash had been collected while I was away from home and much too late to salvage anything.
Big deal. I'm saving my money to buy Balenciaga's inviziBULLine raincoat. It's so waterproof even raindrops can't find it to fall on. It will put Harry Potter's invisibility cloak to shame. Three more years and I will have saved enough to buy it (I hope).
This reminds me a bit of my grandfather who had a wife (my grandmother) named Mary and a parakeet he named 'Petey-boy' which he named after himself (Peter). When Mary died he went back to 'the old country' (Poland) and married a woman named Mary. And when Petey-Boy died he got another parakeet and named it Petey-Boy. I wonder if he had lived a very, very long life if he would have kept up the tradition of marrying only women named Mary and naming all of his Parakeets Petey-Boy?