What is the history of stools?

Have you ever thought about the invention of the crutch? Many of us have broken our leg at some point and had to use crutches. This ingenious object has been around for more than 5,000 years. They are depicted in ancient hieroglyphics and paintings. Yet the modern stool as we know it today is only 100 years old.

The crutch is a simple but ingenious aid for people who are less mobile. If you have broken your leg, you can still go to work. In addition, it is also vital for people with congenital conditions such as multiple sclerosis or certain muscle diseases.

The first stool

It should therefore come as no surprise that the first crutches were made by the ancient Egyptians used since 3000 BC. These were simple T-shaped canes, called the armpit stool. This type of stool is the most widely used throughout history. The stool is almost as old as civilisation itself.

Evolution

The first real innovation came in 1915 through Frenchman Emile Schlick. This engineer created the forearm stool. Consequently, by World War I, these stools were very popular among soldiers.

In the 1950s, US engineer and politician Anders Lofstrand Jr improved the forearm stool. He modified the stool so that the user could adjust both the length of the stool and the forearm section himself. To this day, the forearm stool remains the most popular in Europe.

Around the same time, Thomas Fetterman contracted polio. This forced him to use crutches by himself, which inflamed his shoulder joints. This motivated him to make better underarm stools making. In 1988, he produced crutches whose tip absorbed shocks. None other than Bill Clinton used this Fetterman innovation.

Latest innovation

The latest Improvement to the crutches is the MySleeve made by Belgian company My Add On. The MySleeve is a sleeve that fits on the handle of almost any type of stool. Thanks to the use of a gel patch on the crutch handle, pressure points in the hands are better distributed. This gives users a more comfortable grip on the crutch, eliminates sore hands and prevents blisters on the hands. In addition, the crutches no longer fall over thanks to built-in magnets in the cover. This also immediately makes opening doors, picking up a mobile phone, putting crutches aside easier as the crutches click together.

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Author : Lennert Suykerbuyk 

Sources : Source 1, Source 2

Ladies and gentlemen, for your edification today I present to you a most revolutionary, equalizing and liberating object. It changed the social order in America and across the world, and according to some, was first used regularly right here in our fair city.

I give you: the barstool.

But before we get to the whys and wherefores of this simple, three- or four-legged tool, let’s talk first about saloons.

Dark, dirty, nasty and horrifically smelly, the lowest level of saloon in Detroit and elsewhere would be nearly unrecognizable to us today. Take the scummiest dive bar you know (and hopefully you have the honor of knowing several of them) and add spittoons conveniently placed but rarely used, and certainly never cleaned. The windows are dark and shuttered since no one really wants to see what goes on. Since the outhouse is too far away, there are simply trenches dug in the dirt floor or a trough at knee level attached to the bar, leading to a hole in the floor. That floor, by the way, was made of dirt covered with layers upon layers of sawdust to absorb all of that effluvia.

This, obviously, was no place for a lady. Violence at these so-called “sawdust saloons” was rampant, and customers regularly passed out on the floor, only to awaken hours later halfway across town with no money or shoes. A Detroit News 1918 article describes one staple of the scene, Billy Boushaw’s Bucket of Blood:

for years the volcanic center of a strange tenderloin, a landmark and a black mark of downtown Detroit…The red lights of this quarter were targets for next-door gun-men. Footpads prowled at every turning. Here was one place slumming parties avoided, and save for unavailing sorties by police and squadrons, the assorted patrons of the Bucket of Blood lived their fiery existences undisturbed.

The plain and simple truth of it is, women didn’t drink at Detroit bars before Prohibition. Or perhaps I should say, ladies didn’t drink in saloons. There were prostitutes a’plenty, but aside from the relatively new fine dining restaurants, hotel cafes, and roadside taverns, the bar, from the foul Bucket of Blood to the refined Detroit Athletic Club, was the exclusive domain of men.

Enter our hero: the barstool. Or maybe it’s this guy:

This innovative, classy rebel (who coincidentally is a dead ringer for my grandfather) was born John Clifford Bell in Cincinnati in 1886. His father was a socialist firebrand from Ireland, and Cliff followed in his footsteps, flouting the law with a series of four upscale clubs over the course of his career in Detroit. And, according to a 1954 Hotel and Restaurant Journal article cited on Cliff Bell’s website, Cliff Bell brought the barstool to the people:

Few people, it seems, recognize or remember the history of some innovation years after it appeared. So it is that hardly anybody remembers that it was Cliff Bell who introduced bar stools to the tavern or vice-versa. The Erskine Bridge Club, as near as anyone has been able to determine, was the first saloon to have stools at the bar.

Before you go posting photos of people sitting on barstools from days of yore, yes, I’m pretty sure that someone had thought of adding a stool to the bar before our boy Cliff came along. In fact, men and women in Europe and other more advanced civilizations were happily perching all throughout our dry years in America.

But here’s the thing: try as I might, and I’ve slogged through my share of grainy images of Detroit’s saloons and clubs, I can’t find a single instance of anyone actually sitting in front of the bar. Or, for that matter, evidence of that accommodation. Exhibit One:

Lunch counter stools, sure. Soda fountain stools, those too. But here’s another grand Detroit bar conspicuously sans stools:

Ever wonder why sometimes the stool at a historic bar, a really old one, doesn’t quite seem to match up to the height of the bar? This is one reason (also because drunks are really hard on chairs, stools and anything that’s not made of concrete).

Okay, so granting the fact that he probably wasn’t the first to do it in the world, or maybe even in the States, Cliff Bell did all of us a favor. He was a keen entrepreneur, and he catered to “clubmen and many of the city’s literary elites” by importing the choicest liquor from Quebec and booking the hottest jazz bands for his wealthy clientele. When his Erskine Bridge Club was raided in 1928, he avoided capture for four months but was captured at another high-class speak in July.

Cliff knew his audience, and he had the finest in innovations: air conditioning and the latest in refrigeration techniques at his post-Prohibition joints, the Commodore Club and the eponymous and dazzling Cliff Bell’s on Park Avenue, opened in 1935. Another such innovation was the barstool.

So which came first, the ladies or the stools? Hard to tell and even harder to prove, but we can bet that a savvy businessman like Cliff would have recognized that the valuable real estate in front of the bars could be put to work if the flappers who frequented his bars could perch there in addition to being seated at the swanky booths lining the walls. And the eye candy probably didn’t hurt his ability to draw male patrons either.

It’s quite a dazzling picture, when you think about it. Take another look at those photos from Monaco and Rome. In one, we have three couples engrossed in their own conversations. They’re close enough to each other and the bartender to interact if they want to, and it’s sure convenient and comfortable, especially in those shoes.

But that second photo…there’s a woman. Sitting at a bar. Alone. Think of the possibilities! A woman could drink with her friends or unaccompanied. She could engage in conversation with her fellow barflies. Or not. She could flirt, tease, pay for her own drink, even pick up a dashing fellow. Or not.

Prohibition gave us a slew of cocktails we still drink today. It gave us the 18th, 19th (that little thing granting women the right to vote) and 21st amendments. It also gave us gangsters and NASCAR, but hey, nothing’s perfect.

And Cliff Bell? Well, he gave us the barstool. And I, for one, will be drinking a toast to Cliff next time I’m cozied up on one.

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