The test of an adventure is that when you are in the middle of it, you say to yourself, "Oh, now I've got myself into an awful mess; I wish I were sitting quietly at home." And the sign that something is wrong with you is when you sit quietly at home wishing you were out having lots of adventure. -Thornton Wilder

The nice thing about being confused is you get a chance to notice things a lot better than if you knew where you were going.

Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Life in the 1500's continued

Double-crested Cormorant
   I was watching this guy for some time diving under the water then wondering where he would surface. Each time it was far from where I expected. This one time though, he was successful in catching a fish. He came up right in front of me and gulped the fish down. I wasn't ready and only pushed the shutter release after the big gulp. So imagine, there is a small fish in that neck right now.

Back to the 1500's...
   The floor of most homes were of 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 so they spread thresh on the floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on they kept adding more thresh until when you opened the door it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entryway, hence a "threshold".
   They cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire. They mostly ate vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner leaving the leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight then start over the next day. Sometimes the stew had food in it that had been in there for quite awhile, 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 the 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".

- more to come -


  1. Cute fisherman you caught there. Interesting post too.

  2. great shots of the cormy (and the song sparrow earlier); diggin it.

  3. The photos is wonderful and thank you for the explanations of some old sayings. Now I know... if only I can remember to pass on this information one day to whomever might sit still long enough to share it with. Life's too busy these days for everyone, so many ways to communicate and nobody is actually communicating anymore it seems. Now where the heck did that come from after viewing a photo of a bird who has just devoured a fish? :-) Cheers!


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