I'm having a coffee craving right now. Soon, we will walk somewhere to get some (hafta earn it). In the meantime, I wait for my hair to dry because I'm not one to put in such effort as blow drying my hair. Luckily, we live in a dry climate.
Speaking of dry climate, yesterday, Magnum and I went for a little hike in the morning - someplace we hadn't been. We did about a 4-mile loop at Bobcat Ridge. Nice to get out in the sticks.
Much of the area was burned in a big wildfire of 2020 (as if there wasn't enough dumpster fire going on that year), and most of the "trees" were blackened husks.
Along the way was an old cabin - built in1917, so not THAT old - that we were welcome to go into and snoop.
This awful piece of furniture was labled "Birthing Chair".
Omg, can you imagine? I did, but wish I didn't.
Outside the cabin was an information plaque about the cabin's history. It featured a grainy black-and-white photo of a smiling woman and a baby girl who'd lived there at some point.
And all I could think of was that smiling woman plopping that wet cute baby out onto the dirt floor from the Birthing Chair.
Later this evening, I think we'll go to coworker Kitty's shotgun wedding reception. They were to have gone to the JOP yesterday for the actual nuptials, and today's plan is a pretty informal bash.
Kitty is about 7-months along now. No birthing chairs in her registry.
3 comments:
It was pretty rough having kids back then; I definitely cannot even imagine!
That chair does not look comfortable or safe for mother or baby!
2020 really was a dumpster fire in pretty much every way.
That's neat that the cabin is open to poke around in. I can't imagine having a baby now, with all that modern medicine has to offer, but especially not like that!
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