I figured most of you could use some exposure to a bit of culture.
Rowing benches are wood, so it ties in. This is from the Boreal
Foundaion for Academic Studies, that guarantees it's cultural.
http://www.ece.uwaterloo.ca/~arnora/arnora/boreal-lay.htm
JOAT
Good manners started to happen as soon as all the mammoths were killed
off and there was no piece of food big enough for everyone to eat at the
same time.
- Nanny Ogg
[email protected] (J T) wrote in news:24890-42DB248D-140@storefull-
3118.bay.webtv.net:
> I figured most of you could use some exposure to a bit of culture.
> Rowing benches are wood, so it ties in. This is from the Boreal
> Foundaion for Academic Studies, that guarantees it's cultural.
> http://www.ece.uwaterloo.ca/~arnora/arnora/boreal-lay.htm
>
My grandfather was a blacksmith from that part of Denmark near where the
Viking boats were discovered. This song has a little of the feel of my
childhood vacations. ;-)
Patriarch
Mon, Jul 18, 2005, 12:17am (EDT-1) [email protected]
(Patriarch) did state:
<snip> This song has a little of the feel of my childhood vacations. ;-)
I keep reading this, and mot quite sure what to think. Can't
figure if you were into S&M, or just had lousy vacations.
JOAT
Good manners started to happen as soon as all the mammoths were killed
off and there was no piece of food big enough for everyone to eat at the
same time.
- Nanny Ogg
[email protected] (J T) wrote in news:28392-42DC6860-811@storefull-
3117.bay.webtv.net:
> Mon, Jul 18, 2005, 12:17am (EDT-1) [email protected]
> (Patriarch) did state:
> <snip> This song has a little of the feel of my childhood vacations. ;-)
>
> I keep reading this, and mot quite sure what to think. Can't
> figure if you were into S&M, or just had lousy vacations.
>
We rode in uncomfortable vehicles, sang nonsense songs, and seemed to
travel forever, and never get very far.
Times were good, though. And forty five years later, we know most of the
words to most of the songs. So do our kids.
Patriarch,
fondly remembering Utah Phillips' rendition of 'Moose Turd Pie', Hoyt
Axton, singing 'Boney Fingers', Steve Goodman, John Prine, Country Joe
MacDonald, Arlo Guthrie, ... The classics!
Re: THE LAY OF THE ROWING BENCH
Group: rec.woodworking Date: Tue, Jul 19, 2005, 2:00am (EDT-1) From:
[email protected] (Patriarch) doth say:
We rode in uncomfortable vehicles, sang nonsense songs, and seemed to
travel forever, and never get very far.
Times were good, though. And forty five years later, we know most of the
words to most of the songs. So do our kids.
Ah yes, good times. I had some of those too. The good times part
about some of them is, the fact that they are over . Others would be
worth living thru, some several times, others just once or twice. Some
of them are just good memories, that involved a lot of hard work at the
time, and while they are treasured memories, and I would not want to
forget them, I sure wouldn't want to live them over again.
Some of those not to be forgotten memories, that I would hate to
relive, are: Helping to mow hay using horses, gethering the same hay
using horses, then putting it up in the barn. Combining wheat, with a
belt driven combine, and a stationary tractor. Bagging wheat by hand.
Cutting corn, and shocking it by hand. Then shelling the same corn by
hand. Separating cream from butter with a hand cranked separater. Then
hand churning butter from the cream. Outdoor outhouses - used until I
was in the 7th grade, and we moved into a house with indoor plumbing -
ah, luxury, especially on a cold winter day. There's more, but that
will do for now.
JOAT
Good manners started to happen as soon as all the mammoths were killed
off and there was no piece of food big enough for everyone to eat at the
same time.
- Nanny Ogg
"J T" <[email protected]> wrote
> Outdoor outhouses - used until I
> was in the 7th grade, and we moved into a house with indoor plumbing -
> ah, luxury, especially on a cold winter day.
Where I grew up, almost none of the houses were built with indoor toliets.
The bathrooms were added onto the house. The house I grew up in was lived
in by my grand parents. He had to fell the trees, strip them of bark and
treat them. The power company then put up the poles so he could have
electricty from miles away.
Then he created the ultimate luxury for that time. He put lights into the
outdoor outhouse. People came from miles around to see that. We still used
it from time to time.