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Whistlinghen
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When I was little (a very long time ago) my dad used to cast little German soldiers from an ancient mold (which I still have) and I later inherited my aunts' set of Rappaport molds*. Lately, I've been casting in RTV. But now my question: What exactly is in that sludge that one scrapes off the top of the molten lead? Some of it obviously is lead and tin oxide, but sometimes you'll get a skin of bronze coloured stuff. The stuff won't melt at stovetop temperatures and has to be discarded (I'm saving a bucket to take to the toxic dump), but lately I've started to wonder if I'm tossing out some of the antimony or bismuth that is supposed to be in the mix. Any thoughts? Thanks, Emily
*What follows is simply a reminiscence, and not intended as a springboard for the discussion of the rightness or wrongness of safety regulations!
Those were happy, carefree days, when we made toys of sharp, toxic metals for children to play with. I can still see my dad, Pall Mall in his mouth, probably half toasted on Prince Alexis vodka, heating the lead and mold with a home butane torch, in a basement filled with volatile substances. Those were the days when children not only didn't use seatbelts (who had them, let alone car seats), we rode around curled up in the deck underneath the rear car window with our mothers loaded on tranquilizers. We hid from big brothers with BB guns and wrist rockets, blissfully played with real iron horseshoes and lawn darts, played in the streets until well after dusk, and climbed trees that would frighten a lumberjack. We made the "Darwin Awards" and "*******" look like pikers. Any parent that showed what we would consider basic common-sense concern about their child's safety was sneered at by other parents as treating their children like "hot-house plants". Nowadays, I take any safety precautions I can, whatever I'm doing-I figure I'm already on my ninth life.
*What follows is simply a reminiscence, and not intended as a springboard for the discussion of the rightness or wrongness of safety regulations!
Those were happy, carefree days, when we made toys of sharp, toxic metals for children to play with. I can still see my dad, Pall Mall in his mouth, probably half toasted on Prince Alexis vodka, heating the lead and mold with a home butane torch, in a basement filled with volatile substances. Those were the days when children not only didn't use seatbelts (who had them, let alone car seats), we rode around curled up in the deck underneath the rear car window with our mothers loaded on tranquilizers. We hid from big brothers with BB guns and wrist rockets, blissfully played with real iron horseshoes and lawn darts, played in the streets until well after dusk, and climbed trees that would frighten a lumberjack. We made the "Darwin Awards" and "*******" look like pikers. Any parent that showed what we would consider basic common-sense concern about their child's safety was sneered at by other parents as treating their children like "hot-house plants". Nowadays, I take any safety precautions I can, whatever I'm doing-I figure I'm already on my ninth life.