#sleeping porches

[handeaux]

Remember When People Actually Slept On Sleeping Porches For Their Health?

As autumn drifts toward winter’s chill, we snuggle further beneath our down-filled duvets, crank our electric blankets and gently nudge our thermostats upward. In doing so, we ignore the posthumous judgement of our ancestors, who have just one word to spit upon us:

Wimps.

A little more than a century ago, in the early nineteen teens, Cincinnati got caught up in the rage for fresh air. Reading the old newspapers, you’d conclude that coal furnaces and central heating constituted a veritable death sentence. Here’s the Cincinnati Post [2 July 1913]:

“Every home ought to have its sleeping porch. Where there’s room, a better plan would be for all the family to sleep in the yard. Eight hours of breathing fresh, pure air each day make a pretty effective antidote for most of the poisons we take into our systems during the work hours of the day.”

A glance at the classified advertisements in the years leading up to World War I suggest that no credible realtor would offer a house for sale without boasting about its sleeping porch – no matter how small it might be. And, yes, people actually slept on their sleeping porches in winter as well as summer, to the extent that merchants sold winterized nightshirts with “foot pockets” to keep your toes warm on chilly nights. If the foot pockets weren’t sufficiently cozy, the Enquirer [8 November 1913] offered an alternative – the foot muff:

“And then there’s the foot muff. It’s a fur arrangement usually, and you put both feet into it. It’s really just a big, warm slipper built for two feet.”

The impetus for this nocturnal polar bear regimen was tuberculosis, which ravaged Cincinnati at the time. Health authorities preached outdoor sleeping as a preventive measure, especially in the crowded tenements of the West End and Over-the-Rhine, where the “white plague” was especially rampant. But the major proponents of fresh air appear to have been well-to-do residents of some of the city’s tonier hilltop neighborhoods. Take John B. Osthoff, of 459 Purcell Avenue, for example. He was a salesman for a diamond merchant and owned a winter home in Florida and a hunting lodge in North Carolina. However, according to the Cincinnati Post [23 December 1909]:

“Mrs. Osthoff prefers the backyard tent of her Cincinnati home to all other places as a health resort. The tent is large enough to accommodate two beds, in which Mrs. Osthoff and her young daughter sleep, even on the coldest nights.”

No word on Mr. Osthoff’s sleeping arrangements.

Although the poorer classes resisted the argument that shivering the night away was a grand idea, Cincinnati’s upper crust became veritable fresh-air fiends. No lesser authority than Helena Rubenstein pushed this angle in a column published in the Cincinnati Post [5 May 1922]:

“Those who have ever slept outdoors for any length of time are unanimous in their testimony that even the best ventilated sleeping room is far inferior in healthfulness to an outdoor sleeping porch, or an open tent or a window tent. Time was, not so long ago, when outdoor sleeping was prescribed only for such diseases as tuberculosis and pneumonia. Of late, the value of outdoor sleeping for well persons of all classes and ages has come to be recognized.”

Apparently, Cincinnati’s Sinton Hotel didn’t get the memo. When actress Margaret Wycherly showed up in town for a run at the Grand Opera House in January 1914, she asked the Sinton to provide her with a tent on the roof of the hotel at Fourth and Vine streets. Assistant manager Jack Brannin suggested that Miss Wycherly take a good look at the weather forecast and reconsider. Wrong answer, according to the Enquirer [5 January 1914]:

“After a short consultation with Manager [William J.] Fleming, Mr. Brannin returned with the information that Miss Wycherly could use the tent if she so desired. It will be the first time in the history of the hotel that one of the guests was permitted to sleep on the roof. Miss Wycherly, who is the wife of Bayard Veiller, the playwright, spends practically her entire time, except when in the theater, out of doors."

By December 1924, the Cincinnati Post reported that local stores prominently displayed outdoor sleeping accouterments in their windows and messages promoting outdoor sleeping were distributed via motion pictures and stereopticon slides. This gladdened the heart of Dr. Ray G. De Voist of the Anti-Tuberculosis League:

“Fresh air invigorates during sleep and night air is specially healthful. In spite of the theories of our grandparents it is even more purifying than day air as it is less laden with dust and humidity. Cold air, moreover, according to recent experiments, has been found to be even more health-giving than warm air.”

United States Surgeon General Hugh S. Cumming emphatically concurred, in an op-ed published 24 August 1925 in the Cincinnati Post:

“Every night properly spent in the out-of-doors is a health asset. Many a man who never has slept in the open, who never has experienced the feeling of well-being that results from outdoor sleeping in the fresh air, wakes from his first experience in amazement. The effects of such nights spent in the open, sleeping under the stars and in the fresh air, are truly wonderful.”

One cannot help but wonder where Dr. De Voist and Dr. Cumming really spent their hours of slumber.

You can still find references to sleeping porches among today’s real estate advertisements, although the reality of such amenities is probably analogous to that of butler’s pantries in an age when very few actually buttle. Does anybody really sleep on the sleeping porch these days?

[l3irdl3rain]

Your place is already the Best Place for elderly cats, but I think it's especially so for Valentine with his dementia. There's plenty of comfy, warm spots, so he doesn't have to remember where one is; there's always food, so he doesn't have to worry about that either. Sometimes company passes through, suitable for a good cuddle or even a bath.

And then sometimes, when he's on one of the wide soft places, there's someone with a warm lap and clever hands, and he can wake up and go "Oh! There it is! I remember that!" and go snuggle.

We should all be so fortunate when we are old and tired and forgetful.

Thank you. I am so, so thankful and lucky that he has the kind of dementia where everything is good all the time. We've had to euthanize animals at the clinic before because they get senile and anxious and they just seem miserable all the time no matter what you do for them.

Valentine doesn't read any social cues from the other cats but for the most part everyone is nice to him. The only "bad" thing is he always thinks he needs to be fed. And then sometimes you feed him and he just looks at you all confused.

[oldfarmhouse]

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[lovesodeepandwideandwell]

Besties give me a diplomatic phrasing to communicate "if I leave for the evening and tell you roughly when I'll be back and text 20 minutes before I'm home on your request, please be done having screaming sex by the time I'm home"

[safety-pin-punk]

yall Im so fucking tired. This month has been exhausting. I promise Im alive, just barely functional atm.

[loptrcoptr]

sometimes I doodle stuff and anyway everyone should go read @kaladinkholins bes fic A New Ember and appreciate Goma the cat and Mizu’s new Barbie dream horse 🩵🩵🩵

[transcendragon]

You Deserve Rest

My original art made in Procreate, image description in alt text

[daredevils-advocate]

Fun fact!

Listening to Sleep Token hits a lot harder when you're sitting in the rain.

[vagueconfusion]

I was going to go to the library to print things off but my!!!!!! Anniversary merch!!!!!! Should finally be coming today!!!!!!!

[thevisualvamp]

Good morning

[oldfarmhouse]

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[kangals]

The only thing that worked for my collie with The Screams was to cover his crate. Same exact problem, not scared of the crate no separation anxiety just massive FOMO. The combination of being able to see the stuff he was missing angered him beyond belief.

unfortunately with the baby monitor I have set up I can personally attest to the fact that Kep will have The Screams even when the crate is totally covered 🥲

[narcissisticpdcultureis]

I just got here but I nvr rb an ask game without sending so

You like thunderstorms

true!

[giddlygoat]

my brother can make me laugh without moving at all. he can make me laugh on command, just by existing, and there is no physical tell or indication that it is about to happen. it’s like he can will me to laugh and i will. of course we’re not telepathic, but we do speak in unison sometimes. we improvise like no one’s business. we could fool anyone into believing we are psychically linked. when i try to explain it, i sound silly saying it out loud, but i really CAN tell what he’s thinking. we exchange so much information just with a look. he can make me cry laughing and he doesn’t even have to move

[125storejuice]

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[anotherdayforchaosfay]

I hope everyone setting off illegal fireworks loses a finger because of them.

4th of July is, by and far, the holiday I hate the most.