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The gas mantles certainly aren't very concerning in light of the scopolamine and detergents. I'm glad you're still with us! You must have an absurdly high const

The gas mantles certainly aren't very concerning in light of the scopolamine and detergents. I'm glad you're still with us! You must have an absurdly high constitution stat.

hilbert42 4y ago
It turns out that Reckitt or Dolly Blue—whichever it was—isnt that toxic. With the flowers I reckon evolution saved the day, Angel's trumpet/Brugmansia in bloom looks so attractive that this preschool kid just had to eat it despite being told not to go near it. Fortunately, most dangerous alkaloids are extremely bitter so that likely limited the damage. Another time I recall eating the stigma or stamen of I think a Calla lily and it burned my mouth out, I screamed so loudly in pain my mother came rushing out of the house in a panic. Again, I'd been told previously to keep away from it, but oh no the temptation was just irresistible. They say modern cleanliness has led to kids having undeveloped immune systems leading to asthma, etc. and my mother kept things spotless but she lost the battle with me. The poor woman had a never-ending job to keep me clean as mud pies, rubbish, junk piles and used and leaking batteries became my favored toys. By the time I was six I'd grown out of it and was pretty good and actually kept out of trouble until 12 or 13. But old habits die hard and it's a miracle how I survived the next few years. I now shudder whenever I think of the dangerous antics I got up to.
- IntrepidWorm 4y ago
  It sounds like you have some stories built up - if you're looking to share, I've observed HN to be a very tolerant place for people looking to reminisce about their glory days of dubious home chem sets, pharmacological experimentation, electrical fishery, and other mischief survived by dumb luck and happenstance!
  - hilbert42 4y ago
    I'm often surprised I'm still in one piece when reminded of past events (although tragically one of my schoolfriends never made it to adulthood). As you say, in my case, dumb luck and happenstance definitely played a role in my survival. There's little doubt about that. I consider myself a rather timid person when it comes to puting my body in harm's way, in fact I consider myself to be considerably less adventurous than were some of my schoolmates. It's just that sometimes nasty things happened unexpectedly without any intention of me acting in a bravado way or being deliberately adventurous. Nearly electrocuting myself and being paralyzed and unable to move for nearly a half hour, and being trapped on top of a waterfall with a 300/400 foot drop below is simply terrifying to a 13-14 year-old—or at any rate it certainly was so for me. There are other similar instances but I'll not press the point. Back when I was a kid society wasn't anywhere near as risk averse as it is today. In the 1950s—'60s collective memory of WWII was still raw and vivid with the experience of millions killed—and almost every kid I knew had a father who'd been in the War. Thus when kids got into dangerous scrapes and actually survived there was little or no panic unlike the noise and kerfuffles one sees regularly these days. The attitude was 'you shouldn't have done something that stupid in the first place especially so since you were warned previously against doing it, now you should have learned from the experience'. End of story. Although the reasons for why weren't often overtly stated, the attitude was 'kid, you've been in a scrape so stop whining about it.' In hindsight, that harshish attitude was not to be unexpected, after all, the kid's troubles usually paled into insignificance when compared with the horrific events that many parents had recently experienced during the War, (such experiences however were rarely discussed with us kids, nevertheless we learned much about the horrors of them through some form of nonverbal osmosis). Essentially, the attitude was that kids must develop resilience to life's knocks or not survive—and I say that as one who had an overprotective but well-meaning mother who often tried to intervene in what I was doing (that's if she knew about it). I can't speak for others but I see nothing glorious about my younger days, nor was it anything to be especially proud of; the facts are that it was just the same plain ordinary existence as experienced by many other kids of my age. That said, it was nevertheless a very different and harder existence to that which most kids experience these days. Moreover, it's an experience I'm very glad to have lived through (I'd truly hate to be a kid nowadays). I am almost certain why people (as you say) reminisce so is because many of us of a certain vintage are horrified at what we see this overly risk averse society has done to lower average resilience of our kids. Frankly, it's been truly alarming to watch the downwards slide. Heaven help us if Western countries ever got involved in another war à la WWII, we'd be totally stuffed and unable to function let alone able to respond adequately. Given the unfolding tragedy in Ukraine that's not totally out of the bounds of possability. Of course, one hopes that such a horrible calamity never eventuates. It's clear to me that my parents' generation—that of the Great Depression and WWII—had substantially greater stamina and resilience than my babyboomer generation. As my generation has eventually awoken to and become aware of this fact through observing the same continuing slide downward in latter generations as in their own—and we boomers are in an excellent position to do just that—then it's become clear that as a society we've a problem that we ought to be worried about. To my mind, there's little doubt that those reminiscences are muffled cries for us to do something about the matter before it's too late. (When one sees instances of kids who are too frightened to leave their home then one doesn't have to be told that there's a problem.) Likely you think I'm overstating my case, perhaps so. But then, whilst my opinion comes from lived experience, it nevertheless counts for little in the wider scheme of things. If you want a greater authority who has carefully researched the matter then I'd refer you to Tom Brokaw and his excellent book on the subject titled The Greatest Generation: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Greatest_Generation_(book) https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Greatest_Generation_(boo... https://www.bookbrowse.com/reviews/index.cfm/book_number/128/The-Greatest-Generation https://www.bookbrowse.com/reviews/index.cfm/book_number/128...

The gas mantles certainly aren't very concerning in light of the scopolamine and detergents. I'm glad you're still with us! You must have an absurdly high constitution stat.

hilbert42 4y ago

It turns out that Reckitt or Dolly Blue—whichever it was—isnt that toxic. With the flowers I reckon evolution saved the day, Angel's trumpet/Brugmansia in bloom looks so attractive that this preschool kid just had to eat it despite being told not to go near it. Fortunately, most dangerous alkaloids are extremely bitter so that likely limited the damage. Another time I recall eating the stigma or stamen of I think a Calla lily and it burned my mouth out, I screamed so loudly in pain my mother came rushing out of the house in a panic. Again, I'd been told previously to keep away from it, but oh no the temptation was just irresistible. They say modern cleanliness has led to kids having undeveloped immune systems leading to asthma, etc. and my mother kept things spotless but she lost the battle with me. The poor woman had a never-ending job to keep me clean as mud pies, rubbish, junk piles and used and leaking batteries became my favored toys. By the time I was six I'd grown out of it and was pretty good and actually kept out of trouble until 12 or 13. But old habits die hard and it's a miracle how I survived the next few years. I now shudder whenever I think of the dangerous antics I got up to.

IntrepidWorm 4y ago
It sounds like you have some stories built up - if you're looking to share, I've observed HN to be a very tolerant place for people looking to reminisce about their glory days of dubious home chem sets, pharmacological experimentation, electrical fishery, and other mischief survived by dumb luck and happenstance!
- hilbert42 4y ago
  I'm often surprised I'm still in one piece when reminded of past events (although tragically one of my schoolfriends never made it to adulthood). As you say, in my case, dumb luck and happenstance definitely played a role in my survival. There's little doubt about that. I consider myself a rather timid person when it comes to puting my body in harm's way, in fact I consider myself to be considerably less adventurous than were some of my schoolmates. It's just that sometimes nasty things happened unexpectedly without any intention of me acting in a bravado way or being deliberately adventurous. Nearly electrocuting myself and being paralyzed and unable to move for nearly a half hour, and being trapped on top of a waterfall with a 300/400 foot drop below is simply terrifying to a 13-14 year-old—or at any rate it certainly was so for me. There are other similar instances but I'll not press the point. Back when I was a kid society wasn't anywhere near as risk averse as it is today. In the 1950s—'60s collective memory of WWII was still raw and vivid with the experience of millions killed—and almost every kid I knew had a father who'd been in the War. Thus when kids got into dangerous scrapes and actually survived there was little or no panic unlike the noise and kerfuffles one sees regularly these days. The attitude was 'you shouldn't have done something that stupid in the first place especially so since you were warned previously against doing it, now you should have learned from the experience'. End of story. Although the reasons for why weren't often overtly stated, the attitude was 'kid, you've been in a scrape so stop whining about it.' In hindsight, that harshish attitude was not to be unexpected, after all, the kid's troubles usually paled into insignificance when compared with the horrific events that many parents had recently experienced during the War, (such experiences however were rarely discussed with us kids, nevertheless we learned much about the horrors of them through some form of nonverbal osmosis). Essentially, the attitude was that kids must develop resilience to life's knocks or not survive—and I say that as one who had an overprotective but well-meaning mother who often tried to intervene in what I was doing (that's if she knew about it). I can't speak for others but I see nothing glorious about my younger days, nor was it anything to be especially proud of; the facts are that it was just the same plain ordinary existence as experienced by many other kids of my age. That said, it was nevertheless a very different and harder existence to that which most kids experience these days. Moreover, it's an experience I'm very glad to have lived through (I'd truly hate to be a kid nowadays). I am almost certain why people (as you say) reminisce so is because many of us of a certain vintage are horrified at what we see this overly risk averse society has done to lower average resilience of our kids. Frankly, it's been truly alarming to watch the downwards slide. Heaven help us if Western countries ever got involved in another war à la WWII, we'd be totally stuffed and unable to function let alone able to respond adequately. Given the unfolding tragedy in Ukraine that's not totally out of the bounds of possability. Of course, one hopes that such a horrible calamity never eventuates. It's clear to me that my parents' generation—that of the Great Depression and WWII—had substantially greater stamina and resilience than my babyboomer generation. As my generation has eventually awoken to and become aware of this fact through observing the same continuing slide downward in latter generations as in their own—and we boomers are in an excellent position to do just that—then it's become clear that as a society we've a problem that we ought to be worried about. To my mind, there's little doubt that those reminiscences are muffled cries for us to do something about the matter before it's too late. (When one sees instances of kids who are too frightened to leave their home then one doesn't have to be told that there's a problem.) Likely you think I'm overstating my case, perhaps so. But then, whilst my opinion comes from lived experience, it nevertheless counts for little in the wider scheme of things. If you want a greater authority who has carefully researched the matter then I'd refer you to Tom Brokaw and his excellent book on the subject titled The Greatest Generation: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Greatest_Generation_(book) https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Greatest_Generation_(boo... https://www.bookbrowse.com/reviews/index.cfm/book_number/128/The-Greatest-Generation https://www.bookbrowse.com/reviews/index.cfm/book_number/128...