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Stuff That Once Crushed It!
As you will see, I crushed the pun-point in this one.
A Toilet That Crushes It!
This is not the type of toilet you see everyday but this house built in 1946 had one of the most forceful flush systems I’ve seen in a long time. Imagine dropping four gallons of water from seven feet in the air. That’s the ultimate flush assist! Nothing is going to back up this toilet – not even a G.I. Joe action figure!
A Book That Crushes It!
This multi-purpose book once provided access to local phone numbers, helped toddlers sit in a big person chair at the grown up table, and filled a drawer or cabinet in every kitchen. I found one in a drawer that was current as late as 2011! Remember why it was called the Yellow Pages? Remember what the white pages in the back contained? Know someone who was “unlisted”? What did you do with your out-dated ones? A walk down memory lane…
Duct Diverter Like the One I Once Crushed
I remember as a kid stepping on these plastic covers more than once and breaking them much to my parent’s dismay. In this 1961-built house I saw this as I entered the room and had a moment of panic, “Be careful, Mike, don’t crush it!” Necessary and commonplace during the era of floor-to-ceiling drapes but today I have to explain why these diverters were once needed.
The Dictograph-Alarm-System-Prowler-Crusher!
I wonder what motivated a home owner to shell out the dollars for this high tech gadgetry in their 1951 bungalow. Perhaps a few too many episodes of Perry Mason birthed a suspicion that the neighbors may not be as civil as they appear. This unit appeared to be operational but I suspect that it is less a deterrent and more an interesting conversation piece. The sticker on the window seems to convey, “Enter here and be electrocuted!” so it probably still has some practical value and still crushes prowler’s intentions!
The Big Wheel and Greatest All-Time Crush!
My brother and I crushed a lot of these three-wheeled pedaled vehicles on the dirt slope to the “pit” behind our house. Tree roots, rocks and berms would bounce the sense out of us as we raced and rattled and rolled to a dramatic crash at the bottom. As the oldest I got dibs on the front so I wasn’t the one bounced off the back. It was confusing to find this priceless artifact in a junk pile at a recent inspection but it was therapeutic to have a few moments to reacquaint with a long lost “crush” and have some closure to a truly epic era!
