The post-WW2 greatest generation lifestyle was something else. Not to say that all WW2 veterans were well-off (WW2 veterans had a LOT of PTSD and many never recovered from wartime trauma), but increased housing development meant cheap houses for many people. A lot of houses of that time left a lot to be desired in modern terms (like some bathrooms had slots to put used safety razors in, but had no way of emptying them out…), but far more people than ever were actually able to afford homes.
My mother’s house had one of these pleasant looking Razor Disposal Slots in a medicine cabinet. When we redid the bathroom there was just a pile of ancient rusty razor blades behind the wall.
Boomer era foresight. They probably dumped their used engine oil into holes in the back garden as well.
My own father takes a kind of “Oh well, I’m only gonna live another 10 or 20 years anyway” attitude toward…basically everything, from politics to the environment to roof repair.
It hasn’t occurred to him that it’s a pretty shitty thing to say to your son’s face. But it’s how they think.
I’ll happily trade your razor blade slot for the crumbling linen-covered iron electrical wiring inside metal pipes in our 50’s house. Don’t worry, we are busy replacing it all. But if I’m suddenly permanently offline our house probably burned down. 😋
My elementary school childhood home, the fuse box was over the bathtub. And although they didn’t completely make it a shower, it did have a removable shower head on a hose mounted down low so you could use it to rinse your hair etc. You had to be really careful where you sprayed it though.
The post-WW2 greatest generation lifestyle was something else. Not to say that all WW2 veterans were well-off (WW2 veterans had a LOT of PTSD and many never recovered from wartime trauma), but increased housing development meant cheap houses for many people. A lot of houses of that time left a lot to be desired in modern terms (like some bathrooms had slots to put used safety razors in, but had no way of emptying them out…), but far more people than ever were actually able to afford homes.
My mother’s house had one of these pleasant looking Razor Disposal Slots in a medicine cabinet. When we redid the bathroom there was just a pile of ancient rusty razor blades behind the wall.
Boomer era foresight. They probably dumped their used engine oil into holes in the back garden as well.
My own father takes a kind of “Oh well, I’m only gonna live another 10 or 20 years anyway” attitude toward…basically everything, from politics to the environment to roof repair.
It hasn’t occurred to him that it’s a pretty shitty thing to say to your son’s face. But it’s how they think.
I’ll happily trade your razor blade slot for the crumbling linen-covered iron electrical wiring inside metal pipes in our 50’s house. Don’t worry, we are busy replacing it all. But if I’m suddenly permanently offline our house probably burned down. 😋
My elementary school childhood home, the fuse box was over the bathtub. And although they didn’t completely make it a shower, it did have a removable shower head on a hose mounted down low so you could use it to rinse your hair etc. You had to be really careful where you sprayed it though.