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Mangle-ing & other kitchen activities
The other day I went to our local Fish & Chip shop ("The Yoxford Rocket") and
was very surprised to see a mangle for sale. Yes, a mangle! It was the
spitting image of the wooden rollered mangle that my mother used until at last she
acknowledged that even if you put the washing through using only the edges
of the rollers it no longer extracted water. It was there, the proprietor
informed me, because he felt that it was time his wife had a tumble dryer. As the
asking price for the mangle was £80 he clearly did not intend being out of
Mangle on display
at the Apprentice House
Quarry Bank Mill,
His enterprise triggered something in my brain (what there is left of it!)
and I started thinking about other common household items that we no longer see
and I suspect many listers never will.
Anybody remember those mushroom shaped wooden implements with which my gran
used to knock any residual character out of her boiled cabbage as she pounded
it in the colander. Can't remember what they were called.
And what about oilcloths that used to cover the kitchen table?
And tapers, those very thin, long candles for lighting gas lamps,
nightlights, etc. And candle holders.
What about those asbestos discs that used to be placed on the gas hob to
spread the heat?
And crocheted squares to prevent you burning your hands on the old irons.
They always smelled of scorching as I recall.
And tea cosies, shaving mugs and gas mantles. But I suspect I drivel on too
Different world wasn't it?
Granny Lucas had one of those massive wooden rollered mangles
in her scullery. Besides being used to wring the wet washing it was
also used to put through folded sheets, towels and table clothes,
and they emerged looking "ironed". It was very heavy going using this
mangle, a real feat of physical effort to turn the large handle. Perhaps
a return to such domestic "aids" would combat our increasing obesity?
It was the very opposite of the lightweight rubber rollered one my
Years later I had a washing machine with rubber rollers, too.
Now this wasn't a nicely behaved electric model, but because I lived
at the back of beyond it was powered by a ½hp. Briggs and
Stratton petrol motor. Do not talk to me about starting those!!!!!!
Eventually the motor needed replacement and we were unable
to locate one of the right horsepower, so, with some slight
modifications a larger motor was installed. This wringer was above
a large round washing machine with a rotary swishing action. It
subsequently swished with far greater vigour and the clothes issued
forth at speed! My sister and children came to visit, and she being
helpful opted to help me with the washing. Of course I had grown
used to the shennanigans of this machine but it was a surprise to
her. She "caught" the washing as I put it through the wringer --- it
was definitely a two (wo)man effort, and we were reduced to
Of course these days my washing is spun and so no mangling
is required. However it has it amusing moments, such as the other
week with my new "bionic ears", I was startled to hear the water
discharging with a noise like that rushing over Niagara Falls. Later,
having my (elderly) rest I leapt up, thinking a disaster had happened,
only to find that it was calmly changing function! Hearing with
greater clarity after some years of everything becoming quieter, has
Len, you mentioned so many things that were in everyday use
in my youth. A house that we moved to after our own was bombed
had electric light downstairs and gas mantles upstairs. The first
thing my mother did was to have the gas mantles blocked. No way
were we going to be gassed in our sleep! But that meant that we
went to bed with a candle and were scared and wary of all the
flickering shadows. Our stair well was enclosed and we hated
going up for anything at night. Up was bad enough, but down
was worse, and we belted down as if all the hounds of hell were
after us. How we didn't fall and break our necks I will never know.
Our feet scarcely touched the treads!
Oilcloth on the kitchen table, covered by a cloth at mealtimes
--- and the cosy on the teapot! I don't remember Gran or Mum
pounding cabbage in a colander, though, but then we fortunately
were never served up boiled to death green "flannel" for dinner.
That was left to a friend in NZ, who in every other respect was an
We all had those asbestos rings to stand hot pans on or
tame the excessive heat from a ring. Gran had an electric range,
we had a gas stove and Great-aunt Alice did all her cooking on
an old fashioned coalrange.
For 13½ years on our isolated farm I cooked all our food on
an old Champion woodfired range and it heated our water and
aired our clothes, too. I went down there "as a lamb to the
slaughter", but although not naturally domesticated by nature I
soon learned to cope. It was a case of having to --- and it was
there that I learnt to value some of the tools and utensils
discarded in reticulated power circles!
The menfolk recommenced stropping old fashioned razors
when razor blades became so scarce during the war. The
shaving mug with its foamy suds, the little bead edged cloth
over the jug and sugar bowl; the darning mushroom --- very much
in demand with the current "make do and mend". Oh Len, you
have transported me right back to those days!
We used buttonhooks and shoehorns for our shoes when I
was small, prewar, too.
As for carpet beaters I don't remember any special beater, but
rugs were regularly slung over the fence and beaten with whatever
was to hand. Sometimes the whole rug was just banged against
something solid until the dust flew!
Well I still have some items from earlier days. A buttonhook,
darning mushroom, latchhooks of two types, a "dolly" (posher),
and rubbing board, that I can call to mind without reflection. I used
a treadle sewing machine for years, and have memories of Gran
and Mum using the one at Webster Street prewar. Then later my
Mum acquiring a little Singer hand machine from an elderly
neighbour. These "trudged" manfully through almost every task.
None of the histrionics of their more high tech brethren!
Probably a delve into drawers and cupboards would produce
many more. Occasionally a power cut means that I bring out some
of them! After all they only need me behind them. And of course
the best of all is the broom ----- it is always there and of use!
Reflecting on how things have changed within our lifetimes,
those far off days seem to be almost figments of the imagination.
But they were very real --- and we lived them! As you say, Len,
"it was a different world!"
Being a whipper-snapper, I only remember a few things of yore! The Copper for boiling heck out of the clothes. The little ceramic gismo that held up the pastry on a pie. We had one, but usually used an upside down egg cup.
More substantive though, pre-fridge, we had a larder. Small window with a wire mesh over, thick concrete shelf and brick walls. It kept food fresh for days, and even in summer it was cold.
Push lawn mowers, brace and bits, sharpening stones, soldering irons that went on the fire, and separate flux. Treadle sewing machines.