My grandparents' generation of our family had a lot of farmers, and I remember stories of them sleeping on a porch or rooms with no windows, and talking about having to shake the snow off their blankets in the mornings. Closest I can relate is living in an old Victorian, and sleeping on the 3rd floor with no heat. I kept an ice scraper on the windowsill behind my bed, so I could scrape the window to see out in the morning. It would freeze up with our breath overnight.
I'm familiar with babbit, flat belt, and link belt machines, used to have a whole shop full of them. In fact I still have one bandsaw (Crescent 32") with oil wells cast into the babbit housing, total loss lubrication. Fill the wells each morning, before firing it up. My 1903 tablesaw had a combination of glass vial oilers and threaded grease cups, only slightly more advanced. You can't call yourself a old-school machinist until you've poured and scraped a few babbit bearings!
I also remember a coworker who grew up in Levittown (Bucks County PA version) in the 1950's, and would talk about chasing the DDT truck on their bicycles, when it came thru the town spraying mosquitos in summer. Sheesh!
I'm familiar with babbit, flat belt, and link belt machines, used to have a whole shop full of them. In fact I still have one bandsaw (Crescent 32") with oil wells cast into the babbit housing, total loss lubrication. Fill the wells each morning, before firing it up. My 1903 tablesaw had a combination of glass vial oilers and threaded grease cups, only slightly more advanced. You can't call yourself a old-school machinist until you've poured and scraped a few babbit bearings!
I also remember a coworker who grew up in Levittown (Bucks County PA version) in the 1950's, and would talk about chasing the DDT truck on their bicycles, when it came thru the town spraying mosquitos in summer. Sheesh!