It's easy to be impressed by these figures until you remember that in most of the world, 5,000 years ago, the state-of-the-art was a goat. :rofl2::rofl2:
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It's easy to be impressed by these figures until you remember that in most of the world, 5,000 years ago, the state-of-the-art was a goat. :rofl2::rofl2:
My family lived in the center of my city (Swansea) from the 1850's to the 1920's.
It was where all the Irish came to live, it was called Greenhill (ala Irish -- Green !!) It was as rough as a Badgers Bum, especially if you where a Welsh Protestant:eek:
I had the great fortune to pick up an out-of-print book called "The Greenhill of my Mothers Childhood" by Georgina Stockhard.
It is set "smack bang" in the time my family had the misfortune to live in the roughest area of Swansea (still is)
Did you know? If a baby died, they would bribe the Undertaker to put the babies body in the coffin with an adult so at least it would recieve a blessing and be burried in hallowed ground. Also women would collect buckets of urine from the houses and sell it for a penny to furnace owners for some part of the smelting process. And towards the end of the book these poor people were rewarded by being used a cannon fodder in WWI - Nice:mad:
Average age at death 50. The authors mother lost half a dozen siblings.
And a genltleman could carry a pistol if he so desired - there is always a silver lining:rock:
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Originally Posted by ndw76
That got me.:rofl2: