The old Charleston peninsula, has lots of cobblestone streets. There’s not much of a reason for speed limits. If you go over 10 mph, it’ll destroy your vehicle, and rattle your teeth out…
There are brick roads too. Some are pretty nice. Some…
My father is a former drill sergeant. When I was growing up, I had to dig ditches, chop down trees (and cut up, and split the wood.)I had to build fences, which began with using a post hole digger (a Hellish tool,) and involved cutting wood (with a hand saw,) and LOTS of nailing.
I remember the drill we had was so old, it was driven by a hand crank. Every shovel. Every tool, was very old. So. I got plenty of splinters, and various injuries.
Our axes, were very old. When the axe head got beyond sharpening, my father would make a big fire. He would get it good and hot, then throw the axe head in the fire. It would take a while, but eventually, the axe head would be glowing red.
Then. He’d take it out, and pound the blade flat. Then we would sharpen it, and put it on a new axe handle.
There were more efficient tools available. And, easier ways to do things. But… He made me do things, the older ways…
When I was in my late teens, I was a roofer/painter/construction worker.
My boss, was similar to my father. Even though nail guns were available, we used hammers.
Power sanders, paint sprayers, etc, were all available. But… We used paint scrappers, and paint brushes. Whatever was the cheapest. And my boss would yell at us, if we didn’t do things fast enough, or if the work didn’t turn out well.
In case you haven’t had the pleasure. Putting tar on roof, in a Charleston summer, is just awful. We used scolding hot tar, and application was done with a 30 year old mop. Of course, it was also like 100° outside, and we had to carry the hot tar up long ladders, in 5 gallon buckets.
It was brutal. To say the least.
It’s very difficult for me, to think of younger people (today,) doing all this stuff…