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Post by kims on Mar 20, 2024 23:05:44 GMT
This short documentary was produced by National Paint, Varnish & Lacquer Assn.
The premise here is that the clean tidy house will survive a nuclear heat flash. Lots of tests are shown that the Slumlord's trashy house will go up in flames immediately. And those who are not prompt about upkeep, such as a broken fence, will have damage, but not completely consumed. The well maintained home will survive with little damage-and mind you, the interior of the home must also be tidy. I suppose they believed this was true. And tho I watched the test performed, I have my doubts that the coat of paint would save my life. In Kindergarten and first grade, students were issued dog tags and had drills to get under our desks in case of atomic blasts. By the time I made 2nd grade the tags were no longer required. I guess someone revealed the tags wouldn't survive to identify us and being under a desk didn't provide much protection.
Took a long time for the facts about atomic blasts to be discovered.
This reminds me of the PSAs in the fifties and early sixties. Don't pick up blasting caps, get an adult. During WWII, Japan sent balloons with some sort of explosive to fly over North America and my recollection was somewhere in Canada some people were hurt when they examined the unexploded caps. At the time of the PSAs, nothing was said about the explosive devices from Japan. Years later in a documentary, I learned the story.
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Post by I Love Melvin on Mar 21, 2024 13:10:27 GMT
This short documentary was produced by National Paint, Varnish & Lacquer Assn. The premise here is that the clean tidy house will survive a nuclear heat flash. Lots of tests are shown that the Slumlord's trashy house will go up in flames immediately. And those who are not prompt about upkeep, such as a broken fence, will have damage, but not completely consumed. The well maintained home will survive with little damage-and mind you, the interior of the home must also be tidy. I suppose they believed this was true. And tho I watched the test performed, I have my doubts that the coat of paint would save my life. In Kindergarten and first grade, students were issued dog tags and had drills to get under our desks in case of atomic blasts. By the time I made 2nd grade the tags were no longer required. I guess someone revealed the tags wouldn't survive to identify us and being under a desk didn't provide much protection. Took a long time for the facts about atomic blasts to be discovered. This reminds me of the PSAs in the fifties and early sixties. Don't pick up blasting caps, get an adult. During WWII, Japan sent balloons with some sort of explosive to fly over North America and my recollection was somewhere in Canada some people were hurt when they examined the unexploded caps. At the time of the PSAs, nothing was said about the explosive devices from Japan. Years later in a documentary, I learned the story. I'm assuming this was one of those industrial short fillers they throw in at odd intervals on TCM? Yikes! A broken fence would be a factor? And wouldn't varnish and paint be among the most flammable substances in a home? You can't really separate a nuclear "heat flash" from the percussive effects of the blast, so it's not likely there would even be a home left, let alone a pretty one. Without truth in advertising laws in place it was a lot easier to put over this kind of nonsensical ploy to play on people's fears to sell a product, like they were able to do with cigarettes for years, all that "soothes your throat" b.s. This whole pretense that there were easy fixes to a nuclear catastrophe probably worked, though. People were desperate to put it out of their minds. I remember all that "Tommy the Turtle" duck-and-cover stuff in the schools too. It's a wonder we turned out so perfect and well-adjusted, isn't it?
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Post by kims on Mar 21, 2024 22:27:34 GMT
Back at Christmas when I confessed to watching Hallmark films-that may disqualify me from being well adjusted.
The fears of people today, it is amazing we survived.
Sent out of the house as early as possible and not particularly welcomed before dark-even after dark we were sent out to capture lightning bugs. No helmets while bike riding or skating.
My sister was 11 and me 7 the first time we were sent on the bus to see a movie-gasp, no adult supervision. Of course then it was less necessary for both parents to work, so some mother would appear when we behaved poorly-do they have radar?
I miss hearing kids playing outdoors. A pleasure for me was when a Catholic school was built across the street. At lunch time I can hear the yelling of the kids at play and I remember the crazy adventures of my childhood.
To end on a silly note, a friend and I were lounging outside. She announced she thought she could still do a cartwheel. "Really?" After a bit of debating, for some incredibly stupid reason, I gave it a shot, but landed poorly hurting my ankle. Wisely, my friend announced maybe she couldn't do a cartwheel and left to get me an icepack.
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