This artist, "Blind" Blake Higgs is a legendary Bahamian Goombay musician a… Read Full Bio ↴This artist, "Blind" Blake Higgs is a legendary Bahamian Goombay musician and is not to be confused with the US Blues singer.
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Guitar Chimes
Blind Blake and his Royal Victorians Lyrics
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@OneIotaOfaDifference
@@chrissiewindsor -- your response brought back fond memories as well - like these that fit the theme here: There's no way to make it a tiny snippet, but here it is, and I hope it's entertaining:
Many of our relatives had farms. One family of relatives had a farm that was still much as it was when they established it in the '20s. The only modern conveniences they had was electricity that they used for lights, fans, and to run a refrigerator. The kitchen iron stove and the home's iron heater in the living room both burned wood for heat. Their water source was from a well with a manual lever water pump mounted on the kitchen counter next to the sink, and one in the backyard near the livestock pins. Their toilet was an outhouse, with pee-pots under the bed for night relief. Their bathtub was an oval galvanized steel trough on the back porch, which was the same as the ones in the stables and pins as the livestock drinking trough.
One summer when I was twelve, that uncle got badly injured and spent a week in the hospital and several weeks in a convalescent home recovering. This was in the early 60's and by that time, that aunt and uncle were up there in age. All of their kids were grown and gone except for their youngest - a daughter who was in her late teens - separated in age to her next oldest sibling by almost ten years. She was a third or fourth cousin to me.
I was 'drafted' to go live with my aunt and cousin on their farm to do the work my uncle normally did. My aunt did what she could do, (she was an outstanding cook), and my cousin and I did the rest - fed the chickens, gathered the eggs, slopped the hogs, brought the milk cow in for milking, which she did, herded the cattle from one field to another when needed and doing field work with the tractor and its many attachments, all of which she and I did together, and if we needed to pee, we did it wherever we were, which was a new experience for me. The work was dirty and certainly wasn't easy, but I loved it, because it was earthy work that put you close to mother nature at all times.
By the end of my first day there, I was introduced to everything about how their farm works and how it was to live without some modern conveniences. When we finished the days work, we were quite dirty - as we were every day after all the work was done - and we were not allowed inside the house until we were clean, and at lunch time, we ate on the back porch because we were already too dirty to come inside.
There was a turn-valve on the hand pump in the kitchen that directed the water either to the spout that went into the sink or to a side connection where a hose - about twice as big around as garden hose - was attached that went through a sealed hole in the back wall and hung down into the tub (a super modern convenience of the past that saved having to fill up the tub one bucket at a time).
I followed my cousin's lead as I did with everything else. We stripped off everything and as my aunt worked the water pump in the kitchen, we hosed each other down to wash away the visible mud and dirt while standing on the porch and then put the hose in the tub to fill it with about a foot of water, got in together and bathed ourselves with the lye soap and then stepped out and opened the valve at the bottom of the tub to drain it.
There were cotton cloths - that looked like they were once baby diapers - hanging on hooks on the porch wall. She said I could use them to dry if I want, but she prefers to air-dry, so I did the same. We leaned against the tub and chatted until we were dry enough to go inside without leaving puddles. We picked up our discarded clothes, placed them in a straw basket, and went inside. That's when I discovered she didn't get dressed again until the next morning, and so I did the same, and my aunt didn't say anything or react in any way about it that I could discern, so I figured it must be a common thing in their home.
I was always smaller than other boys my age in height and weight until I hit my growth spurt at thirteen, but I always enjoyed physically working hard, which I did from a young age, so I was a lot stronger than I looked and a lot stronger than most boys my age, making it easy for me to keep up with the hard farm work - which surprised my aunt and cousin - and that pleased me. Even though my stature was small for being twelve, I went through puberty rather early and was very close to being fully developed when I went to work on their farm, which also surprised my aunt and cousin, and yes; I naturally reacted to my cousins beauty, which they both obviously enjoyed seeing, but soon got used to it.
The old farmhouse had two bedrooms, the larger of the two was where the children slept. I was told they shared three beds all through growing up, but by the time their youngest daughter was the only one left at home, there was only one bed left in that room. The other places to sleep was with my aunt or a lumpy couch. My cousin invited me to share the bed with her, and so I did. She and I shared other things I can't include here. -- And so that summer was indeed quite an experience for me in a lot of the old ways.
Ah yes, the memories, which we all should preserve as best we can, as they are all we have that can't be taken by anyone else. And the best way to do that is to share them with others.
@annab6726
Sterilized leeches are still used in medicine today - especially in transplanted digit cases as the leeches help prevent clotting and let the blood flow reach the digits.
@navyboymommygramma
Also maggots are still used to help save a person from losing a limb to gangrene. The flies are raised under sterile conditions so all is well and safe.
@annieoakley2925
The people of the middle ages did not think they had too much blood. They used them to draw the the "bad humors" from the body.
@charliewyler800
@@annieoakley2925 actually, he is more correct than you are.
@LD-tk7qf
I would rather loose a digit
@blueecho9792
@@charliewyler800 who is he?
@xRepoUKx
"There was no toilet paper before the invention of toilet paper". No shit Sherlock 🤣
@FactsVerse
Lol Thanks for watching, Repo!
@stephanielarr6511
They didn't say it like that.
@ravenlorans
No, Lots of Shit left over Sherlock.