tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post4547141929360859511..comments2024-03-26T17:55:50.539-04:00Comments on Cranky old man: BURNING LEAVESjoehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08520161706680568508noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-69661297206362660342016-10-25T21:58:35.952-04:002016-10-25T21:58:35.952-04:00Whoa...sounds like I missed out!!! Living in sout...Whoa...sounds like I missed out!!! Living in southern CA my entire life, leaves were not much of an issue. Or maybe it was just my street. We didn't have too many trees around, or at least not the kind that dropped many leaves. Katrinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04446770591516588794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-34823759768897805972016-10-25T18:45:42.476-04:002016-10-25T18:45:42.476-04:00We were allowed to burn leaves the first few years...We were allowed to burn leaves the first few years we lived in Oregon in the early 80s but then it was outlawed. I loved the smell of burning leaves.<br /><br />Thanks for the shout- out for my give-away. I really appreciate it.stephen Hayeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17659054447637207734noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-673068864066257272016-10-25T17:37:06.513-04:002016-10-25T17:37:06.513-04:00I miss it too.I miss it too.Catalysthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03804837416104556928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-66419901341921160182016-10-25T15:37:55.937-04:002016-10-25T15:37:55.937-04:00Loved and miss the smell of burning leaves. Now da...Loved and miss the smell of burning leaves. Now days it is lawnmower exhaust as I mulch them to bits. Arkansas Pattihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14156004753267665579noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-43881121253434176772016-10-25T11:50:35.350-04:002016-10-25T11:50:35.350-04:00I was born & raised (& still live) in Los ...I was born & raised (& still live) in Los Angeles & I remember incinerators. They stunk!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-48254826646877924382016-10-25T11:31:08.137-04:002016-10-25T11:31:08.137-04:00We never burned the leaves. We didn't rake th...We never burned the leaves. We didn't rake them either. They just were there until they weren't. We lived on a farm, so we had other more important chores to do. We did have burn piles though. Those were fun too.<br /><br />Have a fabulous day. ☺Sandeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06785788498697004273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-52009913425154152562016-10-25T10:45:47.321-04:002016-10-25T10:45:47.321-04:00I did that with an attachment on my rotorary mower...I did that with an attachment on my rotorary mower, worked just as you say.joehhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08520161706680568508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-38832461340154282732016-10-25T10:45:08.169-04:002016-10-25T10:45:08.169-04:00It was a lovely tradition...nothing says autumn li...It was a lovely tradition...nothing says autumn like the smell of burning leaves.only slightly confusedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08165115156889904978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-23769752358278109212016-10-25T10:44:01.361-04:002016-10-25T10:44:01.361-04:00We had them in the LA area, we called them inciner...We had them in the LA area, we called them incinerators. I remember throwing stuff in it, i don't really remember how it worked, may have been gas? Don't remember it smelling bad, I do remember LA had a big smog problem and the incinerators were a big part of the problem.joehhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08520161706680568508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-52851949384249495452016-10-25T10:02:48.594-04:002016-10-25T10:02:48.594-04:00It is kind of amazing that so many of us survived ...It is kind of amazing that so many of us survived our childhoods. Where I grew up, every house had a big metal barrel in the backyard where the week's garbage was burned on Saturday mornings. That did not result in a smell anyone could be nostalgic about though.Olgahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00692441479616299920noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-35170442246162003982016-10-25T09:14:07.996-04:002016-10-25T09:14:07.996-04:00I agree, bagging leaves is a royal pain. I would ...I agree, bagging leaves is a royal pain. I would load mine (unbagged) into a truck, drive out into the countryside, and dump them. As they were organic it didn't seem like littering. That's my story, and I'm stickin' with it. ;)Lowandslowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08608734222483888884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-17436108986154025132016-10-25T09:01:08.698-04:002016-10-25T09:01:08.698-04:00Sometimes, out in the country, the smell of burnin...Sometimes, out in the country, the smell of burning leaves drifts in the open car window. Lovely.Joanne Noragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16601010208310707750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-69597482081026489672016-10-25T07:55:23.676-04:002016-10-25T07:55:23.676-04:00It does smell wonderful, and it would be nice to o...It does smell wonderful, and it would be nice to occasionally throw a few onto the fireplace for old time's sake.messymimihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10649529601786689712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-61201089770203962872016-10-25T07:38:59.874-04:002016-10-25T07:38:59.874-04:00yeah, it was a childhood pleasure.yeah, it was a childhood pleasure.TexWisGirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13641962051044162710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-23722827310695314062016-10-25T04:24:12.027-04:002016-10-25T04:24:12.027-04:00Oooer, having been a victim of fire I too shuddere...Oooer, having been a victim of fire I too shuddered when I read this post, yet I can still imagine the fun kids had. Valeriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12099030819314552958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-36437212272039212952016-10-25T02:08:06.520-04:002016-10-25T02:08:06.520-04:00Seven oak trees? SEVEN?? I wish I had enough space...Seven oak trees? SEVEN?? I wish I had enough space for just one. My favourite tree.Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-75627355711671871562016-10-25T02:05:08.569-04:002016-10-25T02:05:08.569-04:00I remember the old style push mowers, not petrol o...I remember the old style push mowers, not petrol or electric, just a handle, two wheels and a set of revolving blades. We'd pile up the leaves and run the mower through them until they were just tiny little bits, then spread them around again as mulch to rot back into the soil and feed the grass for the next season. Mum's idea, not ours, but it seemed to work and a few other families did the same.Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-48695557910566479072016-10-25T01:57:25.647-04:002016-10-25T01:57:25.647-04:00I miss the smell of burning leaves too. My dad had...I miss the smell of burning leaves too. My dad had a burn barrel and he burned all the leaves and all of our trash. I remember we had certain days we could burn and certain days we couldn't. I'd totally forgotten about burning leaves. My neighbors always had burning leaves. Thanks for the memories, Joe. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-44075265106458088972016-10-24T23:57:13.193-04:002016-10-24T23:57:13.193-04:00With my new account at work, I type reports from a...With my new account at work, I type reports from a burn unit. I shuddered when I read your accounting of burning leaves as I've typed a few reports of similar instances when things have gone "bad" and major injuries/burns have occurred. I do remember driving by places and seeing a fire and seeing leaves being burnt. When we lived in Montana, you could rake your leaves into a pile on the street right by your house. The city collected them one time for you; you just had to make sure your leaves were ready when they came by to collect them, no second chances.<br /><br />Now here in Phoenix, no leaf changing or raking I would imagine.<br /><br />bettybettyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06323135450742337670noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-43887925634619811702016-10-24T23:25:13.657-04:002016-10-24T23:25:13.657-04:00My brother and I thought making thick smoke was co...My brother and I thought making thick smoke was cool.<br />We had seven large oak trees in our yard. <br />So we had lots of leaves. <br />Once we got the fire lit, we'd pile on more leaves and get huge ...yeah, huge!!! ...clouds of white smoke that made great smoke signals. (not necessarily your) Uncle Skiphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02705753220273516841noreply@blogger.com