Wow! What a story prompting a flood of memories!! Some time long ago a community group constructed a massive playground feature for a nearby elementary school. Pressure treating in those days used “copper-gallium-arsenate” as the preservative. As such, the protocol for building the apparati required serious scrubbing with a strong detergent solution to remove the compound from the surfaces of the wood. Within two or three years, the proclamation was to dismantle and discard all the structures! The contention was the arsenic component in the preservative was leaching into the soil. Dismantled it was! Kurt Vonnegut might have offered, “And so it goes...” I can only hope that your community project is happening in a more pragmatic environment! Incidentally, after the “Great Dismantling,” it was learned that background levels of naturally occurring arsenic in our local soils are not appreciably less than in the presence of c-g-a treated wood.
My father was recently telling me about chemicals he used to spray my grandfather’s apple and cherry orchards. The solution contained arsenic. He said they would bathe after working and a short time later, their hands would be blue again from the chemicals leeching out of their skin?
I’m so delighted by what I am observing in our neighborhood! ❤️
I did not volunteer to participate in the project...young dad work?😬 And right now we’re getting an unexpected thunderstorm! Henri and I will wander around this evening to see what we can see.
Yes! We passed on our swing set years ago and it lives about 10 miles from our house. I often glance to see if it’s getting any action when I drive past. 😁
Some months ago, my wife Sally retrieved a 'discarded' wooden dolls house from the grassy verge outside a nearby home, compete with furniture and dolls. A few weeks later, I saw the mother in the front yard of the house and I stopped to tell her that our 2-y-o granddaughter loved her 'new' dolls house. The mother was so pleased to learn that the toy her son no longer needed had found an appreciative home.
So, did Henri go down the slide?
Not a chance! She wanted nothing to do with it, yet she tried climbing a tree after a squirrel this week.😉
Wow! What a story prompting a flood of memories!! Some time long ago a community group constructed a massive playground feature for a nearby elementary school. Pressure treating in those days used “copper-gallium-arsenate” as the preservative. As such, the protocol for building the apparati required serious scrubbing with a strong detergent solution to remove the compound from the surfaces of the wood. Within two or three years, the proclamation was to dismantle and discard all the structures! The contention was the arsenic component in the preservative was leaching into the soil. Dismantled it was! Kurt Vonnegut might have offered, “And so it goes...” I can only hope that your community project is happening in a more pragmatic environment! Incidentally, after the “Great Dismantling,” it was learned that background levels of naturally occurring arsenic in our local soils are not appreciably less than in the presence of c-g-a treated wood.
My father was recently telling me about chemicals he used to spray my grandfather’s apple and cherry orchards. The solution contained arsenic. He said they would bathe after working and a short time later, their hands would be blue again from the chemicals leeching out of their skin?
I’m so delighted by what I am observing in our neighborhood! ❤️
Pictures forthcoming?
I did not volunteer to participate in the project...young dad work?😬 And right now we’re getting an unexpected thunderstorm! Henri and I will wander around this evening to see what we can see.
So nice to be able to have something that has given someone pleasure give pleasure to a new set of enthusiastic users.
Yes! We passed on our swing set years ago and it lives about 10 miles from our house. I often glance to see if it’s getting any action when I drive past. 😁
Some months ago, my wife Sally retrieved a 'discarded' wooden dolls house from the grassy verge outside a nearby home, compete with furniture and dolls. A few weeks later, I saw the mother in the front yard of the house and I stopped to tell her that our 2-y-o granddaughter loved her 'new' dolls house. The mother was so pleased to learn that the toy her son no longer needed had found an appreciative home.
That’s fantastic—all around. :)