Don’t work don’t eat. That was the rule of welfare systems since civilization began, and no doubt before. The truely needy, crippled or elderly got help, but able bodied you best do something for your bowl of gruel.
The poor house used to be a part of most towns. The destitute were fed, but given nasty jobs as incentive to get real employment.
Ships of old made of wood boards liked to leak. To fill the gaps between the boards oakem was stuffed in. Old hemp ropes were picked apart to fluff.
Back of old tow, unspun linen, was forced in to a variety of little gun jobs. Wads to cleaning to fire stat could all be done from this stuff.
Tows been hard to find of late. So for some time I’ve been, like many others making tow from hemp cord…. Oakem umph.
Day off today I’ve had a present afternoon picking fluff, thinking about fort charters, deer woods, an upcoming gun buy I plan, and so on
A pleasant afternoon making oakem ‘tow’
Those poor houses with the unpleasant jobs? Well in England picking oakem for ships from old rope, that was the unpleasant job thrown on the destitute.
In the back of my head I hear Tom Sawyer telling me how much fun it is to white wash a fence
The poor house used to be a part of most towns. The destitute were fed, but given nasty jobs as incentive to get real employment.
Ships of old made of wood boards liked to leak. To fill the gaps between the boards oakem was stuffed in. Old hemp ropes were picked apart to fluff.
Back of old tow, unspun linen, was forced in to a variety of little gun jobs. Wads to cleaning to fire stat could all be done from this stuff.
Tows been hard to find of late. So for some time I’ve been, like many others making tow from hemp cord…. Oakem umph.
Day off today I’ve had a present afternoon picking fluff, thinking about fort charters, deer woods, an upcoming gun buy I plan, and so on
A pleasant afternoon making oakem ‘tow’
Those poor houses with the unpleasant jobs? Well in England picking oakem for ships from old rope, that was the unpleasant job thrown on the destitute.
In the back of my head I hear Tom Sawyer telling me how much fun it is to white wash a fence