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A-Friends Cafe / Re: Black History
« Last post by A-FRIEND on Yesterday at 09:25 PM »
For the consumption of the ignorant, here's some more 'alleged  injustice' suffered by the black man.

Of course those that don't fit the category that a certain individual placed himself in can read the link too.
A-Friends Cafe / Re: Black History
« Last post by A-FRIEND on Yesterday at 08:11 PM »
In keeping with my motto, 'education through history', here's some fun facts from a Dan Steele:

Dan Steele

They used to use urine to tan animal skins, so families used to all pee in a pot & then once a day it was taken & Sold to the tannery.......if you had to do this to survive you were "Piss Poor"

But worse than that were the really poor folk who couldn't even afford to buy a pot......they "didn't have a pot to piss in" & were the lowest of the low

The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature isn't just how you like it, think about how things used to be. Here are some facts about the 1500s:

Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and they still smelled pretty good by June.. However, since they were starting to smell . ...... . Brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting Married.

Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it.. Hence the saying, "Don't throw the baby out with the Bath water!"

Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof... Hence the saying "It's raining cats and dogs."

There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence.

The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying, "Dirt poor." The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entrance-way. Hence: a thresh hold.

In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire.. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme: Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old. Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, "bring home the bacon." They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and chew the fat.

Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.

Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the upper crust.

Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would Sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial.. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a wake.

England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive... So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift.) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be, saved by the bell or was considered a dead ringer.

And that's the truth....Now, whoever said History was boring?
Today / Re: Today
« Last post by A-FRIEND on December 20, 2014, 04:29 PM »
Hello Seraph. Nice to see you again. It has been quiet around here for some time now. There was an serious issue of spamming at one time and new registrations were cut off temporarily to fix the issue. I don't know where that stands at this moment.

Come on back and hang around anytime. Perhaps you'll spur new life into the place.
The Poetic AX ~ Sharp Critique / Re: my hand clutches your dress
« Last post by seraph on December 20, 2014, 08:58 AM »
This is a magnificent poem. I found your imagery to be taut, but the emotions throughout are muddled...all in a good way. I like the contrasts, the wanting, but not wanting that, no thank you. It's been a long time since I have read your work and there is so much written on the internet that lacks an edge and your poetry is always so pointedly above the mundane. It was a pleasure to read this.
Today / Re: Today
« Last post by seraph on December 20, 2014, 08:51 AM »
Hello Everyone,

It's been a long time. I see things are quiet here. That seems to be the case all around cyberspace. Social Media has become the place to hang out, the new salon for poets a I suppose. I have fond memories of my time here and wish everyone a very happy holiday.

Take care and I hope you are all still writing,

A-Friends Cafe / Re: Black History
« Last post by A-FRIEND on December 18, 2014, 03:54 AM »
A special greetings to you, my dear daughter.
I've missed you tremendously.

Thank you for your calm reply to a deliberately spurious post.
The contrast is a teachable moment and I'm most grateful.
A-Friends Cafe / Re: Black History
« Last post by A-FRIEND on December 18, 2014, 03:49 AM »
Thank you trout. Your post is a clear example of the dismissive racist attitude that comes from a special kind of ignorance.
I tell folks all the time I can't make this stuff up.

I'm going to leave it up, resisting the temptation to delete it.
I'll discuss this further if anyone wants to have that conversation.
For now I think it's perfectly clear what trout is doing.

Is there anyone left that doesn't understand the vile hatred and outright ignorance of racism after reading this nonsense from trout?
A-Friends Cafe / Re: Black History
« Last post by elise on December 17, 2014, 09:45 PM »
Hello Trout.  Long time no see.  Hope you are well.   

Maybe I can clear things up for you about why there is a "Black History" forum here.   This forum is actually part of A.Friend's PERSONAL BOARD.   The topic is obviously of interest as it is often posted on.   If you wish a PERSONAL BOARD too, as a member you can have one.  We have PERSONAL BOARDS on gardening,for example,  and other such things of interest to a particular alley cat.  Also, do you see any new poetry?   If we could inspire more interest, and participation, new poems would be posted to the top of recent posts.  Feel free to participate any time.

Thanks, elise
A-Friends Cafe / Re: Black History
« Last post by EpylepticTrout on December 15, 2014, 10:04 PM »
So, on a whim or perhaps a wistful of nostalgia I take a trip to Splashall. Not surprised but yet dissapointed I see the Splashhall isn't about poetry, writing, arts. One needn't compile statistics to see where the vast majority of posts live and breathe. While it is cute that MR. Friend, has found a project in his sunset years that reflects his passion, why not give this person his own website? Clearly, TinSplash is a charity for Mr. A.  While Mr. Friend is quite resourceful in finding individual instances of alleged injustice toward black people, on the aggregate his conclusions often don't bear out. I understand keeping SplashRoof open is a consolation to an Al Sharpton wanna-be. There are places for the Al Sharpton wannabe's in this world. Certainly, the Friends of this world have a right to express themselves. My question why does this Friend have to hide behind a site dedicated to poetry? The black history section has clearly morphed into a contemporary political soapbox. To the owner, administrators, or whomever. Decide on a mission, represent it faithfully.

Multi-colored EpylepticTrout
A-Friends Cafe / Re: Black History
« Last post by cappy on December 05, 2014, 03:16 PM »
So I came across this very interesting piece. History has strange twist, 'ya think?
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