Originally posted by Moldy CrowThat was the teacher's bottle of Scotch he accidently left open.
When I was a kid , they had primitive copy machines called mimiograph machines . They had a chemical smell I loved . Is that tolulene ?
EDIT" I Googled "mimeograph smell" and got this fun page.
http://www.drrapp.com/remedies.htm
Apparently, smells cause penis shrinkage ...
Originally posted by chancremechanicIt is true that in 3rd grade none of knew what that box was for . Which of course lead to a huge flap over getting busted with Richie DeVoe and David Avery in the girls bathroom playing mailman with some girls and that box . (No , actual "mailman" / "post office" , that's not a euphemism for something sexual. We were pretending to post letter with old handouts.). We couldn't understand what the big deal was , and the teachers were mortified but couldn't tell us why we should "NEVER TOUCH OR GO NEAR THAT BOX" .
No, that was the used tampon mechanical disposal bin that someone mistakenly placed a Canon Copier sticker on...😏
There was this old schoolhouse redone into an apartment on a very
old 18th century plantation in Fredricksburg Virginia that my then new
wife and I rented in '68. The place was(still is) called Fall Hill, the
"battle of Fredricksburg" was a famous battle the south won and
was fought on fall hill. The south had 6 weeks advanced warning of
the path to be used by the northern soldiers and that path crossed
fall hill. The rebels dug trenches into the hill and simply dug in
come the time the union soldiers were to go by, the union soldiers
never knew what hit them, walking right into a trap.
Just thought I would throw that in, it was one of the places I lived
in and thought it had an interesting history. Well the schoolhouse
was for the plantation owners sons and daughters, there was a window
with a scratched message from a new diamond ring given to the then
ten year old arthur on his birthday, 'Arthur Franklin June 10, 1810'.
You knew you were in the presence of history just living there.
The living decendant is a fine old grand dame, Butler Franklin, who
lived all alone in the mansion(we lived in the old schoolhouse) and she
had rented another cabin to a lady we found out was a fundraiser
for Cerbian refugees. Butler is the curator of the Fredrickburg museum,
which of course houses a lot of civil war relics. Guys with metal
detectors wander around the grounds on weekends with Butlers
permission and find old cannon balls, civil war belt clasps, bullets, etc.
She has a stack of cannon balls about two feet high they left on her
porch. So when I first went inside to check out the schoolhouse(thats
when I found the inscription on the window) there was this smell (see,
I am finally getting around to the subject here) very homey kind of
fireplacey smell which turned out to be this sort of bulletin board made
of cork about 2 meters by 3 meters long, almost covered a whole wall.
It had this delightful smell that just said "home". I tried to duplicate
that smell in other houses but had no luck when I finally came across
some cork paneling, it just didn't smell the same, I guess it was
part the ancient history of the place, the fireplace burnings and the
cork wall all mixed together. I never wished I owned a place stronger
than what I felt for that old schoolhouse. It was living history.
Originally posted by Moldy CrowWe had those copies in blue print on whitish, smooth paper in primary school. Is that what you are talking about? I remember that smell very well, too. And the taste. 😉
When I was a kid , they had primitive copy machines called mimiograph machines . They had a chemical smell I loved . Is that tolulene ?