Cleaning with gasoline...
Well, I grew up with my mom on her knees rubbing the wood floors with gasoline to remove wax...
Do I need to mention she used to do that with a cigarette hanging on her lips? LOL
By the way, she never exploded. Hahaha
But yes, it's incredible how people would risk their lives in the past only to have a pristine wood plank floor.
What about "hand washing" my father's suits in a basin full of benzine? (and again, a cigarette hanging on her lips.
Or worse... child slavery! My sisters, brother and I being forced to polish that floor with a super heavy cast iron "polisher". And when we did something wrong.... our time out was polishing the silverware with Brasso.
I hate Brasso until today.
We also had to use a metal brush that looks almost like a barbecue grill cleaning brush to "comb" the carpet. My mom would never admit vacuum cleaner marks on the carpet.
All that in a 3000 square meters house that looked more like a Pilkington-Blindex show room. Six sleep-in maids, 3 housekeepers (not sleep in), my mom, 5 kids and the cleaning company that came twice a month weren't enough. We were always with that "bucket" face and my mom's hair was always looking like an old broom.
Indeed, looking back I can see how we were horribly naive and how we played with our own safety.
Good thing is, we all survived all those dangers and I know how delicious it is what is grab a mug, pour 2 tablespoons of powder chocolate and go get the milk ...STRAIGHT FROM THE COW TO THE MUG! It tasted so much better than that white liquid that comes in a jug and people nowadays call milk. Add to the list climbing a tree holding a sharp knife only to eat oranges, starfruit, guavas straight from the tree and yes, I also drank water straight from a garden hose.
And yes, we survived (luckily) and reached the age of detergent capsules and egg boxes with a "Warning: Contains eggs" sign. LOL