Dad smoked in the wood-panel station wagon while me and my little sister rolled around in the back with the groceries without seatbelts on.
The division of labor, so to speak... mom had it easy. Why was that, PeppermintPatty?I have no memory of my mom washing anything except her face. We helped my dad do the housework and once a week the housekeeper cleaned the toilets, vacuumed and washed the floors.
I suffer from the same anti-gas phobia after seeing two houses in my neighbourhood blow up. One was in 1956 in London, Ont. The other in 1958 in Lachine, Que. The latter was an apartment building. I know those explosions were the exception but if it is so close to where you live it sticks with you.I did the same regarding cooking until I was about 25 ,after that age it was gas stoves ( no not petrol ) Gas …
I was scared of them cause the went bang when you lit them, I’m still very reluctant to use them now if I’m away from home on holidays
( I have an all electric home for that very reason)