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On Sun, 04 Jun 2017 07:45:19 +0700, John B.
wrote:

I would also expect that meat of any sort was rarely eaten by the bulk
of the population. You don't chop a chicken's head off as long as they
are laying and if you don't have a rooster or two chickens don't lay

They lay just fine, but the eggs don't hatch.

Laying flocks rarely include roosters.

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On Saturday, June 3, 2017 at 2:51:53 PM UTC-7, Andre Jute wrote:
On Saturday, June 3, 2017 at 9:30:34 PM UTC+1, Ian Field wrote:
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On Friday, June 2, 2017 at 9:47:33 PM UTC+1, AMuzi wrote:

[1] A friend's family makes match plates for iron castings
so I have a small acquaintance with this, no direct foundry
experience.

--
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www.yellowjersey.org/
Open every day since 1 April, 1971

When I was a boy, every big scrapyard had the capability of casting at
least pot iron gratings and other municipal requirements; I imagine modern
health and safety may have put a stop to that.

Last time I visited a scrap yard, someone was dealing with a kiln mishap -
there was a pretty big puddle of aluminium that had cooled, several people
were busy carving it into chunks with oxy-acetylene torches.

Jesus save me. I can just imagine a "smelter engineer" (hell, the garbageman is a "sanitation engineer" and Frank Krygowski is a "plant engineer") putting his foot into the fresh puddle to "Check if it is hot."

Andre - There are a half dozen ways of making molds. I seem to remember that the place I worked had steel molds that were about in four pieces. I can't even think of how you would make a mold for an aluminum wheel. It must be some sort of machined mold.

On Saturday, June 3, 2017 at 5:45:23 PM UTC-7, John B. wrote:
On Sat, 3 Jun 2017 11:06:09 -0400, Frank Krygowski
wrote:

On 6/3/2017 8:17 AM, John B. wrote:
On Sat, 03 Jun 2017 06:05:37 +0200, Emanuel Berg
wrote:

John B. wrote:

Probably because tools have evolved.
The first guy that used a "hammer" probably
just picked up a rock to bash a dinosaur.

Many of our tools were probably around then in
some form or another. Only the application of
an idea is so important. The idea behind the
hammer is obvious and the stone age hammers
were hammers. But not exactly as our hammers,
right? For more advanced tools this discrepancy
widens... There were probably *computers* in
the stone age as well but our computers is what
- since the transistors of the 40s-50s?

Re beer. Try to discover who brewed the first
batch of beer :-)

That would be one thing that hasn't changed
that much

Actually it has. I'm not a beer drinker but I did look up "medieval
beer making" for a friend and :way back when" they apparently didn't
use hops as I found quite a lot of recipes that included other
flavoring.

And I've wondered about "natural selection" regarding food and drink
over the centuries. At least in non-starvation times, it seems people
continually tinker with recipes, and keep the recipes that work out
better. IOW, there's "survival of the fittest recipes." And recipes
have had maybe 700 years to improve since medieval times.

It seems to follow that most medieval food and drink would taste pretty
lousy to us!

Probably pretty mild flavored as certainly they used none, or very
little, of the common spices we have today. I would also guess that
even salt was rather "thin on the ground" unless you lived on the sea
shore.

I would also expect that meat of any sort was rarely eaten by the bulk
of the population. You don't chop a chicken's head off as long as they
are laying and if you don't have a rooster or two chickens don't lay
:-)
--
Cheers,

John B.

Being in the San Francisco bay area we have more than enough salt. My grandfather had been the chief engineer at the sugar plant in Salinas so there was sugar.

As you say, you don't kill off a chicken while it's laying and we had a chicken coop and a backyard that was a garden until the railroad union formed after that war. Then my father started making enough money to get drunk all the time so the garden and the chickens remained until the neighbors complained. Since they didn't need them they insisted that we didn't either.

I always had the opinion that you needed a rooster as well but I've been told somewhere that chickens will lay rooster or no.

There were no spices if you didn't grow them yourself and no one knew about them so they couldn't get any seeds.

On Saturday, June 3, 2017 at 9:23:57 PM UTC-7, Joy Beeson wrote:
On Sun, 04 Jun 2017 07:45:19 +0700, John B.
wrote:

I would also expect that meat of any sort was rarely eaten by the bulk
of the population. You don't chop a chicken's head off as long as they
are laying and if you don't have a rooster or two chickens don't lay

They lay just fine, but the eggs don't hatch.

Laying flocks rarely include roosters.

--
Joy Beeson
joy beeson at comcast dot net
http://wlweather.net/PAGEJOY/

Maybe that was it. You can't keep a steady number in a flock without a rooster.

On Sunday, June 4, 2017 at 3:09:41 PM UTC+1, wrote:
On Saturday, June 3, 2017 at 2:51:53 PM UTC-7, Andre Jute wrote:
On Saturday, June 3, 2017 at 9:30:34 PM UTC+1, Ian Field wrote:
"Andre Jute" wrote in message
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On Friday, June 2, 2017 at 9:47:33 PM UTC+1, AMuzi wrote:

[1] A friend's family makes match plates for iron castings
so I have a small acquaintance with this, no direct foundry
experience.

--
Andrew Muzi
www.yellowjersey.org/
Open every day since 1 April, 1971

When I was a boy, every big scrapyard had the capability of casting at
least pot iron gratings and other municipal requirements; I imagine modern
health and safety may have put a stop to that.

Last time I visited a scrap yard, someone was dealing with a kiln mishap -
there was a pretty big puddle of aluminium that had cooled, several people
were busy carving it into chunks with oxy-acetylene torches.

Jesus save me. I can just imagine a "smelter engineer" (hell, the garbageman is a "sanitation engineer" and Frank Krygowski is a "plant engineer") putting his foot into the fresh puddle to "Check if it is hot."

Andre - There are a half dozen ways of making molds. I seem to remember that the place I worked had steel molds that were about in four pieces. I can't even think of how you would make a mold for an aluminum wheel. It must be some sort of machined mold.

I built a 68ft racing yacht I designed entirely cold-moulded out of veneers of wood built up outwards on a frame that was later largely removed. I had the choice of building it in FRP but rejected it out of hand with the immortal words of wisdom, "If you think I'll trust my life in the Southern Ocean in winter to delaminating plastic, you're haven't been paying attention." The first year I raced across the Southern Ocean in it, two other ships went down with all hands. Years later, when I'd long since sold the ship, I was sitting with my family at a table outside a pub halfway up a hill above a small harbour sheltered from a big storm out on the Atlantic. "Now there's a sailor," I said to my people and the woman at the next table, also an artistic tax exile, about a fellow singlehandedly bringing a storm-battered 35 footer under sail up to the stone jetty. The sailor marched up the hill -- the singer/songwriter at the next table was his daughter -- and said to me, "I know you." Gee. I said to my wife, "Fame as a writer at last." (I'm not the sort of writer who is flattered to be recognized by people at large, though I don't mind meeting those who've distinguished themselves somehow, like this famous sailor.) "No, no," he said. "I have one of your books by my bunk to put me to sleep because I can't make head or tail of it, but that's not what I'm talking about. I was quayside the time your ship was demasted in the Indian Ocean and you brought her in under jury-rig and refused assistance until you tied the bowline." That ship, made of little squares of thin wood glued together with almost nothing to hold it up except a few bulkheads of the same, is still in rough trading service in the South China Sea, nearly half a century later. See the comments at this Christmas card for a report of another adventure in the South China Sea: http://coolmainpress.com/ajwriting/m...r-as-this-one/

Andre Jute
Ah, the memories. Someday I must put aside time for nostalgia.

On Tuesday, June 6, 2017 at 12:52:17 AM UTC-7, Andre Jute wrote:
On Sunday, June 4, 2017 at 3:09:41 PM UTC+1, wrote:
On Saturday, June 3, 2017 at 2:51:53 PM UTC-7, Andre Jute wrote:
On Saturday, June 3, 2017 at 9:30:34 PM UTC+1, Ian Field wrote:
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On Friday, June 2, 2017 at 9:47:33 PM UTC+1, AMuzi wrote:

[1] A friend's family makes match plates for iron castings
so I have a small acquaintance with this, no direct foundry
experience.

--
Andrew Muzi
www.yellowjersey.org/
Open every day since 1 April, 1971

When I was a boy, every big scrapyard had the capability of casting at
least pot iron gratings and other municipal requirements; I imagine modern
health and safety may have put a stop to that.

Last time I visited a scrap yard, someone was dealing with a kiln mishap -
there was a pretty big puddle of aluminium that had cooled, several people
were busy carving it into chunks with oxy-acetylene torches.

Jesus save me. I can just imagine a "smelter engineer" (hell, the garbageman is a "sanitation engineer" and Frank Krygowski is a "plant engineer") putting his foot into the fresh puddle to "Check if it is hot."

Andre - There are a half dozen ways of making molds. I seem to remember that the place I worked had steel molds that were about in four pieces. I can't even think of how you would make a mold for an aluminum wheel. It must be some sort of machined mold.

I built a 68ft racing yacht I designed entirely cold-moulded out of veneers of wood built up outwards on a frame that was later largely removed. I had the choice of building it in FRP but rejected it out of hand with the immortal words of wisdom, "If you think I'll trust my life in the Southern Ocean in winter to delaminating plastic, you're haven't been paying attention.." The first year I raced across the Southern Ocean in it, two other ships went down with all hands. Years later, when I'd long since sold the ship, I was sitting with my family at a table outside a pub halfway up a hill above a small harbour sheltered from a big storm out on the Atlantic. "Now there's a sailor," I said to my people and the woman at the next table, also an artistic tax exile, about a fellow singlehandedly bringing a storm-battered 35 footer under sail up to the stone jetty. The sailor marched up the hill -- the singer/songwriter at the next table was his daughter -- and said to me, "I know you." Gee. I said to my wife, "Fame as a writer at last." (I'm not the sort of writer who is flattered to be recognized by people at large, though I don't mind meeting those who've distinguished themselves somehow, like this famous sailor.) "No, no," he said. "I have one of your books by my bunk to put me to sleep because I can't make head or tail of it, but that's not what I'm talking about. I was quayside the time your ship was demasted in the Indian Ocean and you brought her in under jury-rig and refused assistance until you tied the bowline." That ship, made of little squares of thin wood glued together with almost nothing to hold it up except a few bulkheads of the same, is still in rough trading service in the South China Sea, nearly half a century later. See the comments at this Christmas card for a report of another adventure in the South China Sea: http://coolmainpress.com/ajwriting/m...r-as-this-one/

Suhali:

https://www.google.com/search?q=suha...12 18&bih=666

On Tuesday, June 6, 2017 at 12:52:17 AM UTC-7, Andre Jute wrote:
On Sunday, June 4, 2017 at 3:09:41 PM UTC+1, wrote:
On Saturday, June 3, 2017 at 2:51:53 PM UTC-7, Andre Jute wrote:
On Saturday, June 3, 2017 at 9:30:34 PM UTC+1, Ian Field wrote:
"Andre Jute" wrote in message
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On Friday, June 2, 2017 at 9:47:33 PM UTC+1, AMuzi wrote:

[1] A friend's family makes match plates for iron castings
so I have a small acquaintance with this, no direct foundry
experience.

--
Andrew Muzi
www.yellowjersey.org/
Open every day since 1 April, 1971

When I was a boy, every big scrapyard had the capability of casting at
least pot iron gratings and other municipal requirements; I imagine modern
health and safety may have put a stop to that.

Last time I visited a scrap yard, someone was dealing with a kiln mishap -
there was a pretty big puddle of aluminium that had cooled, several people
were busy carving it into chunks with oxy-acetylene torches.

Jesus save me. I can just imagine a "smelter engineer" (hell, the garbageman is a "sanitation engineer" and Frank Krygowski is a "plant engineer") putting his foot into the fresh puddle to "Check if it is hot."

Andre - There are a half dozen ways of making molds. I seem to remember that the place I worked had steel molds that were about in four pieces. I can't even think of how you would make a mold for an aluminum wheel. It must be some sort of machined mold.

I built a 68ft racing yacht I designed entirely cold-moulded out of veneers of wood built up outwards on a frame that was later largely removed. I had the choice of building it in FRP but rejected it out of hand with the immortal words of wisdom, "If you think I'll trust my life in the Southern Ocean in winter to delaminating plastic, you're haven't been paying attention.." The first year I raced across the Southern Ocean in it, two other ships went down with all hands. Years later, when I'd long since sold the ship, I was sitting with my family at a table outside a pub halfway up a hill above a small harbour sheltered from a big storm out on the Atlantic. "Now there's a sailor," I said to my people and the woman at the next table, also an artistic tax exile, about a fellow singlehandedly bringing a storm-battered 35 footer under sail up to the stone jetty. The sailor marched up the hill -- the singer/songwriter at the next table was his daughter -- and said to me, "I know you." Gee. I said to my wife, "Fame as a writer at last." (I'm not the sort of writer who is flattered to be recognized by people at large, though I don't mind meeting those who've distinguished themselves somehow, like this famous sailor.) "No, no," he said. "I have one of your books by my bunk to put me to sleep because I can't make head or tail of it, but that's not what I'm talking about. I was quayside the time your ship was demasted in the Indian Ocean and you brought her in under jury-rig and refused assistance until you tied the bowline." That ship, made of little squares of thin wood glued together with almost nothing to hold it up except a few bulkheads of the same, is still in rough trading service in the South China Sea, nearly half a century later. See the comments at this Christmas card for a report of another adventure in the South China Sea: http://coolmainpress.com/ajwriting/m...r-as-this-one/

Andre Jute
Ah, the memories. Someday I must put aside time for nostalgia.

Is that Melania -- or Donald? http://coolmainpress.com/EIGHT%20DAY...ASHINGTON.html

-- Jay Beattie.