Tin Band-Aid Boxes.

Well, I've been in the search for the Perfect Glass Jar to hold solvent and patches.

Butch's Bore Shine will eat a lot of plastics, so that's out... And it needs to be wide-mouthed, so I can fish the patches out easy. And it's gotta seal.

The band-aid tin is a sort of personal ammo can... Not as big, won't hold the heavy tools, but they're still useful.

Not only that, the BandAids that came in those tins were wrapped in an envelope that had a string you could pull to tear it open, so you could actually remove the bandage and use it in the same century as the injury. Try figuring out how to open the inner envelope on a BandAid now.

Plus -- back then when you bought a 3/4" BandAid you got a bandage with a pad 3/4 of an inch wide. Today you buy a box of so-called 3/4-inch BandAids, and the pads are maybe a half inch wide. Which translates into essentially useless. You have to buy a 1" BandAid to get a useful pad. Try to find a box of 1" BandAids.

I'm nobody's grandmother, but I still have a bunch of them around in which I keep various items like buttons, orphan screws and nuts, etc, etc, etc, etc. I used to keep my collection of little die-cast miniature tools --hammers, pliers, screwdrivers --in one of them more'n a half century ago. Don't know whatever happened to that collection --and the Band-Aid box they were in.

I tried packing some spare rifle cartridges in them once but found that was too noisy in the field.

The remark about 3/4" Band-Aid pads brought in mind the 23/32" plywood stack I saw recently. One stinkin' thirty-second of an inch off of what used to be 3/4" plywood must be saving a lot of trees.

As well as bucks for the CEO who dreamed that up.

I cracked up over the remark about needing to get a Band-Aid out of the little cellophane packages in the same century that you got the wound. Very good!

And yes, sm is special!

Adults tossed a kid a empty tin band-aid box and that kid was entertained. Putting stuff in, taking stuff out, shaking it, and having a good time.

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I heard of one kid for whom an evening's entertainment was two paperclips hooked together.

By the time he figured out how to separate them he had graduated from law school, made partner with a prestigious Washington, DC firm, and was advising the District on how to handle the aftermath of Heller.

I have a ton of those old tin band aid containers back at my parents house. they are amazingly useful for holding small parts and assorted hardware. as a kid i used to keep em full of firecrackers.

back then after you used a product you kept the packaging because it could be used for a million other things. nowadays you throw it out because you have to destroy it just to get it open.

It might be a kid that had turned in some coke bottles for two pennies each that bought a few loose .22 rim-fire shells,

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You know SM is a mite younger than I, but it seems sometimes we were raised in the same place at the same time. Been a long time since I remember young people coming into the little gas station on the corner to buy ammo - and yep ! Sometimes it was just a few rounds as he always kept an open box for them occasions.

Seems to me nowdays most households don't need bandaids - they just take the little ones to the doctor for anything that bleeds a little. My day, Mom was the doctor and got plenty upset you were costing them the price of that bandaid by being careless. She always made sure she cleaned that finger good before applying the bandage - sqeezing the wound to make sure it bleed out good as to not have any dirt in there.

Anyhow - thanks sm for another trip down memory lane. A few rounds of .22 shorts and my old Remington 510 Targetmaster was all the intertainment I ever needed. (Well - Lone Ranger on the radio was kinda a nice time as well)

I have read this thread thru, twice now, Not gun related "true" BUT, (although I am sorta' new here) I love reading this kind of stuff, I may be new here but not so new out there, I seem to go back in time when I read these threads.

I don't think they are meant to take up bandwidth, but instead, give pause to those of us who remember cashing in pop bottles, sitting in front of a b&w tv set with only 3 channels, sleeping with a 7 transistor radio under my pillow(listening to AM, knowing mine was better than my brothers cause he only had 6 trans.)

Above all, these threads take those of us that remember away from "What should I carry for shtf, To carrying school books for the everlasting love of the fifth grade".

It's early Sunday morning, I am sitting here waiting for the new love of my life to get up, so we can go fishing, this thread made me think, "Put all the grafite composit rods away and get out the bamboo, Thank you very much for the time travel, I for one appreciated it.

"Walkalong"

No offence to you sir, (read my entire post) the outright message in the OP was extremely clear, no need to read anymore into it than is already there.

I was just reflecting with my girlfriend how many businesses were open as usual on the 4th of July. I can recall not that many years back how nothing was open on any of the major holidays. Woe betide the man or woman who forgot to buy whipped cream (or whatever) before Thanksgiving Day. If you ran out you did without.

Reflecting over times that change is just an old mans way of looking back at his life. He looks to his own soul and what he has held important then compares to todays men. We are not todays men.

jj

The little flat tins Altoids breath mints come in can fit some objects. I've been using them for small fasteners and cotter pins in my work, and they should be handy for small gun parts (pins, screws, etc) as well.

Tin Band-Aid Boxes.

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I still have a few.

I keep 3 pairs of earplugs in a typewriter ribbon tin in my truck for running chainsaws and the random target practice. (That's gun related for those so inclined to bi*ch.)

I use an old Folger's Coffee short tin to house a stack of coffee filters next to the coffee maker. The tin looks better than a plastic sleeve and keeps the filters handy. Come to think of it I have a bunch of tins out in the barn full of nuts and bolts too.

There's a Sucret's tin full of oddball coins in the safe to boot.

I have lots of old stuff. They remind me of much simpler times - Driving crosscountry, laying in the back window of our big sedan looking at the stars. Leaving the house after breakfast and exploring all day with my friends..."Be back by supper Johnny!"

I miss those days.

rd

There were no big chain stores that were open 24/7/52.; furthermore many areas of the country had “Blue Laws”, meaning stores were not open on Sunday.

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Clymer PA, where my wife is from, still has the blue laws.

Well, I've been in the search for the Perfect Glass Jar to hold solvent and patches.

Butch's Bore Shine will eat a lot of plastics, so that's out... And it needs to be wide-mouthed, so I can fish the patches out easy. And it's gotta seal.

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A yeast jar. Wide-mouthed, has a built-in rubber seal. It's even amber.

-Sans Authoritas

Blue Laws are unconstitutional for the most part.


-T.

I also still have a couple of the band aid boxes with special things in them. For more practical small storage devices I seemed to have moved to empty CCI .22lr boxes. I have plenty of both the 100 round and the 50 round boxes with all kinds of springs, magazine parts, sights parts and what ever needed temporary storage. The CCI boxes have nice sliding lids, you can see into them without needing to open them and they seem to multiply by themselves in my ammo storage area.

The band aid boxes were great in their time but I think it's time to move forward into the seventies.

There is a drive-in picture show in Columbia Falls MT Two shows a night,

Up until last year this time there was one in Libby MT but the big wind storm blew it over, I loved that place
If I had the money Id buy it, and fix it

I remember well the days of the "blue laws". Dad having to stop to get gas or milk Saturday night because no-one was open on Sunday. There was a little mom and pop variety store about 1/2 mile away that was open on Sunday. The great part about the store was that the store was attached to the owners house. You could walk in to the store and if the door was open look right into their kitchen. "Grandma" or the owner would be watching the store from the kitchen table.
My dad could send me to the store for a pack of L&M's for .27
You didn't dare buy them for you and your buddies to smoke. Every cashier knew your mom and they'd tell sure as shooting.
Me and my buddies all had sling shots. Not the store bought kind either.

I still have a couple of Prince Albert cans(what my grandfather smoked) and one Band Aid can. The Prince Albert can being thinner and wider was easier in my opinion to carry around in ones pockets. I also think that cans with the lids on top are more useful. I used to carry all the things a well equipped boy should carry: marbles, string, matches, fish hooks, paper clips, bottle cap candles, .22 ammo and other sundry items. I also remember coming home from school and waiting until 4 PM for the 3 B&W TV stations to come on the air. We never had a TV set until I was 8 years old in 1958. But the good old days have some what of a downside. I have had cerebral palsy since birth because the medical community weren't sure of the cause which today is almost non existent except in very early preemies. Fortunately, mine is not very severe in comparison to others and I have lived a fairly normal life partly because when people said I would never be able to do something, I did it to prove them wrong. My loving wife of 25 years of marriage said that this is what originally attracted her to me. Today I have 2 grown children and 1 adorable granddaughter. Anyway I am going shooting tomorrow.

I still have a tin band-aid box. Still holds band-aids. I just refill it when it gets low

Steve's a bit older than me, but I remember those boxes, too. Loved them.

I had forgotten the red strings!! I remember how ticked off I would get if the string came loose from the opposite end, or broke, and you're standing there bleeding, usually from a finger, and trying to get the package open. Usually used the pen blade on my jackknife, then.

And it kind of threw me the other day when I opened a bandaid and had to figure out how to get the piddly little pad to cover the wound.

I am removed by a generation by the kind of life Steve describes. My grandfather comes from God-fearing country stock, though he is probably a little older than Steve. He settled in the suburbs with my grandmother where they raised their kids, but still got out on the farm all the time. And me...I'm just a city boy.

*sniff.*

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