Wednesday, October 25, 2017
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Wednesday, October 18, 2017
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Wednesday, October 11, 2017
Replacement Toilet Lids and Seats - This Is Why You Should Never Flush Dental Floss Down the Toilet - This Old Toilet 800-658-4521
A few things that should never go down your toilet include cotton pads, hair — and somewhat surprisingly, floss. While these little pieces of string might seem innocent enough to toss in your bowl, it's made out of nylon or Teflon so it isn't biodegradable and doesn't break down over time, which can cause some serious plumbing issues.
And if you're a daily flosser (which you should be!), throwing those tiny pieces in your toilet every day will add up fast. "Floss can combine with other items, such as single-use wipes (like baby wipes), and form balls that can grow quite sizable and can clog sewers and pumps," Rosales-Ramirez told The Huffington Post. "Sometimes these items also combine with tree roots and grease and create huge problems for sewer systems."
If you need further proof that this simple habit is a major mistake, these pictures should do the trick (sorry in advance).
by Lauren Smith
Wednesday, October 4, 2017
Replacement Toilet Lids and Seats - DToilet Seat Art Museum Owner to Vacate His Throne - This Old Toilet 800-658-4521
Barney Smith explains different pieces in his collection at the Toilet Seat Art Museum.
Those seeking relief from San Antonio’s more staid cultural bastions have long found it behind the unassuming doors of Barney Smith’s Alamo Heights garage. Since opening in 1992, his Toilet Seat Museum – apparently the only one of its kind in the world – has drawn visitors from all 50 states and more than 80 foreign countries.
A vivacious 96-year-old, Smith presides over his collection from a folding chair, happy to share the stories behind his seats with anyone who wishes to linger. His days of commode-decorating are by no means at an end, with new works always on the way. But as he nears 100, Smith has started to consider his collection’s future. He and his family are waiting for the perfect buyer, one who will keep the collection together and open to the public.
Smith’s unlikely hobby had surprisingly logical beginnings, when, at 26, the handsome young master plumber was inspired by the wooden plaques his father made to mount their most prized hunting trophies. Smith, no doubt as wry and charming then as he is now, took a cue from his trade and made his own mount out of an old toilet seat cover, thereby sparking what would prove to be a seven-decade-long passion. The seats, it should be noted, are all brand new, given to him by plumbing companies.
He soon moved beyond antlers to other objects, mostly mementos from his life and travels. “He’s always had collections,” his granddaughter and next door neighbor, Heather Janes, recalled, adding that he came from a very artistic family, with parents and brothers who spent their lives working with their hands – be it in their trade or creative pursuits.
When asked what his beloved wife of 74 years, Velma Louise, thought of the project, Smith replied that she just “liked to know that I was out here working.” After all, “Seventy-four years…for a man, that’s a long time to be with one woman. And for a woman, that’s a long time to be with one man.”
Smith admits that her support was initially limited – she made him promise to stop at 500 seats. Since he now has more than 1,300, it’s safe to assume that her tolerance expanded along with his collection. But to mark the threshold, his 500th is covered in dog tags. “And I’ve been in the dog house ever since.”
After his wife’s death from Alzheimer’s a few years ago, Smith sometimes worries about his own memory, which forms an essential component of his interactions with visitors. Unfortunately, in a recent piece on his museum, the San Antonio Express-News misstated that he had dementia, which his children and grandchildren hasten to clarify is not the case. If any faults in his memory exist, they’re no more than the minor foibles of a mind already holding more than its fair share of recollections.
His family, including three children, seven grandchildren,12 great-grandchildren, and two eagerly awaited great-great-grandchildren, are apparently just as amused by Smith’s hobby as the rest of his visitors. His grandson even made him a Facebook page so contented visitors could share images and impressions.
They’re an exceptionally close group, bound by shared faith and mutual respect. They’ve upheld a tradition of monthly family dinners since the 1970s, and many lend helping hands at the museum.
“We never dreamed it would turn into anything like this,” Janes said.
Smith’s life’s work has not only attracted visitors from far-flung environs such as Saudi Arabia, Australia, and India, but also won him the attention of various news shows, including The View. His museum has also proved something of a local gathering place, drawing neighbors back again and again. On his birthday last year, the mayor of Alamo Heights proclaimed May 25 “Barney Smith Day.”
Every day at about 1 p.m., an eager crowd of visitors gathers outside, waiting for the tell-tale screech of the corrugated metal doors that heralds their entry into what is undoubtedly one of San Antonio’s most unusual attractions. Smith’s meticulously kept guest books attest to more than 1,000 visitors a year. These sightseers are remarkably varied: on the day I went, I encountered one enthusiastic Geocacher, several families with thrilled little boys in tow, and three well-dressed women from Fort Worth, who – rather unexpectedly – said the Toilet Seat Museum was the deciding factor in favor of their weekend visit to San Antonio.
Some might question what draw this museum has for those who could otherwise visit the Alamo, the Spanish-colonial Missions, or any number of well-appointed art museums. Novelty value certainly plays a part, along with a wealth of photographic opportunities, and dinner party fodder sufficient to enliven even the deadliest lulls in conversation.
But the museum is not, as I first anticipated, devoted to the history of the toilet seat, although it does have one historic example from the 19th century – “If you sat on that on a hot day you wouldn’t need air conditioning,” Smith quipped – as well as the “widest toilet seat in the world.” The Guinness Book of World Records has approached Smith twice to be canonized in its pages, but he hasn’t found the time to fill out the necessary paperwork.
The seats themselves are mostly of a personal nature, made to commemorate birthdays, vacations, and anniversaries. One is mounted with parts of his beloved old motorcycle; another with a hornet nest that once tormented him; and one, covered in washers, bears the plumber’s wisdom: “Without running water, there are no leaking faucets;” Some are decorated with gifts others have brought him; 50 with the state flag, bird, and flower from each of the states (as well as the signatures of visitors from their native states); and a few have been graced by the hands of fellow artists.
Others – featuring the likes of “O.J. Simpson’s Glove,” “Willie Nelson’s Pony Tail,” a piece of Saddam Hussein’s toilet, and $1 million in shredded money from the Federal Reserve – are merely expressions of Smith’s tongue-in-cheek sense of humor. He jokes that one toilet seat bearing the Nativity scene is “in good standing.” But the real draw, as more than 200 glowing Facebook reviews attest, is Smith himself.
t’s an unexpectedly humane collection, attesting to nearly a century of life well lived, documenting everything from Smith’s vow renewal to his dental work. He saves his personal favorite for last: a mounted easel and paints, framing a poem he memorized in school at age 12, “When Earth’s Last Picture is Painted.” Touchingly, he still recites it to every visitor in parting.
Already he’s been approached by several interested buyers, some with novelty art collections of their own. Smith’s preference would be to see it go to a good home within his lifetime, one that keeps the collection together and respects his faith and history. But until the right custodian comes along, he’ll keep his doors open for anyone who wants to be reminded to savor life without taking it too seriously.
by Bonnie Arbittier/Rivard Report