When I was growing up we had a “make your own lead soldiers” kit. This was a commercially produced item, sold by some place like Edmunds Scientific, for you to give to your children.
Really.
Not toys with some lead paint on them. Oh, no. Each soldier was a solid chunk of lead, through and through.
There was a little ‘furnace’ thing you plugged in that got to whatever temperature needed to melt lead.
On top of that was balanced a little pot with a really badly insulated handle.
The third part were some metal molds, in two pieces that clamped together, so you could extract your new minted GIs.
First you dropped your no-longer-wanted lead guys into it and watched them do a Wicked Witch of the West impression, all the while hanging over the pot, undoubtedly breathing in beaucoup de fumes.
Then you tried to pick up the pot without sloshing the molten lead about too badly, despite the fact your fingers were roasting on the handle, while you attempt to pour the lead into the little funnel openings that lead to each compartment.
Then you open the mold and knocked out your new soldiers, further scorching your fingers, because what child can wait for the thing to cool all the way?
If there were uneven blobs of lead on the bottoms the feet/base combos we stropped then back and forth on the concrete of the garage floor so they’d stand up more steadily…no doubt generating lots of lead dust just the right size for inhaling…
So me and my sibs got to play – unsupervised, mind you – with a furnace thingie hot enough to melt lead while we inhaled all that nice, wholesome lead fumes. Over and over again, because making the soldiers was fun, but playing with them was boring.
Oh, and as if that weren’t enough, our father brought home a jar with about four fluid ounces of mercury. It’s absolutely neat stuff to play with, too. Pour it into your hand, let it seep between your fingers, have ‘races’ blowing blobs of it across tables…
Heck, the only reason we didn’t have the Bag ‘o’ Broken Glass was that SNL was not yet on the air.
Goes a long way to explain why we didn’t grow up into rocket scientists, doesn’t it? :smack: