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[oosik]

Occasionally you might be so lucky to find one of these "items" in one of the more exotic/expensive tourist gift shop in Anchorage. Federal law requires that the "item" MUST be worked on by a native and sold as a cultural icon. So - it's either as a cribbage board or decorated with elaborate scrimshaw or both. Never in its raw state.

They are ALWAYS called an oosik - never what they really are. Example - walrus or hair seal baculum. There is usually a small tag attached explaining what they are and what animal they came from.

It's a real blast to visit one of these shops and see a prim and proper lady read the tag. A great big - OH, and the red face that follows.

Don't feel that you are alone. I would venture that 99 out of 100 people have never heard of this item. Much less ever seen one.

 

[oosik]

Speaking of old washers - I could have used the ID - scar. Taken a picture of the foot long scar on my left arm. As a wee child, I got up and somehow ran my arm thru the wringer on an old Maytag wringer washing machine. Boy - that would be a sight. Fortunately, my Mom hit the release. I can still remember the powdered sulfa drug or something that had to be put on the damaged area every day. New powder-new bandage every day. I ALSO remember the SMELL.

About a month later - when at the Dr's office. He was telling Mom of a woman who had the same thing happen. Instead of hitting the release - she reversed the wringer and rolled all the skin off the kids arm.

When I got about five I had to rub lanolin into the scar area every day. It was the old style - stringy, gooey, smelly lanolin. The incentive to continue this practice - "if you don't use the lanolin - the skin will tighten and we will have to graft skin off your butt onto this area". The kids at school would laugh at me because of the lanolin smell.

Finally, one day I came home and announced - "Well, I guess they will have to do the graft - I'm not using the lanolin any more". Amazing, they found something with no odor that I used as a substitute. Probably some form of vaseline.

 

[MossRoad]

Yes, and placing the sign on top of the dishwasher sized enclosure prior to starting a long process that said in effect "Don't touch me, breath on me or put anything near me that can cause a static electric spark, if you do you have to deal with a large pizzed off photogrammetrist!"

Yep. I remember my first day at my employer and my boss taking me into the computer room. It had the raised flooring with vents. She said in no uncertain terms, "DO NOT WALK HARD NEAR THESE THINGS!!!" and explained it would crash the heads.

 

[2LaneCruzer]

I am but don't use the title, gets you into too much trouble when people seek free medical advice and I am not an MD.

I have a JD, but only lawyer I ever knew to call himself "doctor" was a young law school instructor. I suppose it's important if you are a college prof., but I never use it. Country folks might consider it a bit ostentatious.

 

[Doofy]

:rotfl: :rotfl: :rotfl: :rotfl: I finally had a chance to google OOSIK. I saw your original post but was not quite sure what structure you were talking about and must not have read close enough.

Now, if only morning wood and oldballs would chime in...inquiring minds want to know.

 

[dieselcrawler]

Aaaannnddddd..... back to screen names!

The first web forum I joined was due to the recent acquisition of a diesel powered 1984 Chevy K30 truck, (former military CUCV) in 2003. Being a fan of offroading, and most interested in rock crawling dispite the only local thing to do was mud bogging... I was the guy with the tools and tow strap, and stuffed that ol truck up down and over every trail I could wiggle thru... if the front bumper would fit, the rest would follow, sheetmetal damage be d@mned. So the internet world met me as Dieselcrawler on The Diesel Page, a name that carried over when I joined TBN, as well as the Ford based Powerstroke.org.

 

[oosik]

1974 or 1975. The Environmental Health Dept in Anchorage was "accepted" into an experimental computer use program by Xerox. Our LARGE floppy disk/hard fixed disk units had to be in a humidity/temperature controlled room. The room had some type of wire woven into the carpet to eliminate static build up/discharge.

The secretaries working on the input terminals, in the room, were required to wear all cotton - reduce static build up.

It was definitely - state of the art. The girls actually had terminals where any typing errors could be corrected on the monitor screen. They were thrilled beyond words.

NOBODY except these girls went in this room. There was a "pass-thru" arrangement in the door where hand written documents were place and the final typed document ended up. The one thing that didn't please the gals too much - the anti-static wrist bands they had to wear. A wire went from the wrist band to a location where the terminus was snapped onto one of many buttons on the table.

Most unfortunately - this entire system was named Shelia. We had a girl in the department who, all the guys agreed, had NEVER BEEN TOUCHED.

This lovely gal and our experimental computer system had two things in common - one was their name, well, you can guess what the second thing was.

An odd user ID for a completely experimental system.

 

[k0ua]

Here's your terminal, kid. Do some work. :laughing:

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I have thousands of hours keyboarding on those exact DEC terminals. We bought tons of them surplus to use in every PBX installation as input/output terminals They would sit there for years without incident 24/7/365 spitting out the error codes and traffic from the PBX and ready for you programming input. Just change the ribbons once in a while, and keep it fed with fanfold paper, and you were good to go at 300 baud!.

 

[cabover4us]

I chose a name of Cabover, as I was growing up in single digits I had a million match box trucks that I played with incessantly. Family vacation trips found me glued to the window incase dad passed a tractor-trailer so I could breath in the smell and hear the noise of the diesel motor.
As in time, I got married, and have 3 kids that rode with my wife and I and it wasnt five minutes into our trip and all three kids are sleeping like logs in the sleeper. Wonder eyed, unsure of the noise and vibrations, 3 trips to Boston from Friday night to Sunday morning they never complained, to this day they still talk about family rides with Dad and Mom in my cabover tractor. Debbie wasnt overjoyed but was supportive.
Cabover4us says it all.

 

[Trails End]

Anyone remember loading the washing machine?

Wow! Does that bring back memories that I had just about forgotten!
I was a system manager for an HP1000 running under HP RTE-IVB,
and the disc drive was very similar and one of those disc packs held
a whoppin 25 MB of data if my memory serves me right (and it doesn't
always do that - memory that is).

Getting back to the original thread, my user id came from a sign that
my dad had on his camp in Enfield NH from about 1945 until 2008.
He purchased some land at the end of a road by Crystal Lake and
than moved a small hunting shack that he bought onto the land.
Since it was the last camp on that road at the time, he made a sign
with 'Trails End' on it and hung it from the porch by the roadl When
he passed in 2008, I was cleaning out his house and found the sign
in the cellar, still in good shape but faded a bit. I cleaned it up and
repainted it with the same colors that he had used, and it now hangs
on the front of my garage.


That photo was taken in February of 2014. No snow here at the moment,
just bare ground.