The industrial revolution brought about a lot of changes in man’s behavior. My dad would come home from work expecting the love of his children and all I remember is that he smelled so bad I didn’t want to breathe. I also grew up with the idea that I smelled bad, but I blamed it on my ass. That is silly because we all have asses There is smell equality here.
Did you mention in a past thread that your dad worked in the chemical industry? Or am I confusing you with someone else?
My dad worked as a chemist and I remember he always smelled like chemicals when he came home from work.
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Yes. Dad worked at Dow Chemical for years.
Did the smell of your dad make you to not want to breathe?
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My dad worked at Dow Chemical as well. They were hiring alot of German chemists back then.
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The chemical.smell was very distinctive. I remember it to this day. Makes you wonder what kind of toxic substances were brought home on the employees clothes.
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I think the smells may have contributed to our family’s emotional problems. Although I don’t know anything about it, I think they were into fossil fuels with all their plastics.
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My dad died of cancer. He always thought that working with chemicals probably increased his risk of getting cancer.
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My best friends Dad worked at Dow Chemical and he got exposed to something at work. Came home took a nap on the couch and never woke up.
My best friend was two years old. His mom had a bad stroke when we were teenagers and had to go in assisted living. She passed several years ago. His older sister passed when we were in our 20s. He lived with her through high school.
She died in a Corvette me and my dad sold her husband. She was decapitated in the accident. It was tragic. It was on Thanksgiving Day. We were waiting for them to arrive. He has no immediate family left.
He has had a harsh life.
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Wow @Phrogflyer! Your poor friend!!! That’s terrible.
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Yeah Thanks. My best friend tried to give that Corvette back to us after the accident.
We wouldn’t take it. Let it go to scrap.
It was a 78 silver anniversary.
My friends sisters husband always kidded my dad about that. That he introduced him to his wife and got him his first Corvette.
He killled them both in it. They had gone down to the bad part of town and scored some drugs and hit a light pole leaving the area.
They were headed to my parents house for Thanksgiving. We were all there waiting on them.
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