I remember milking by hand and then cranking

[Ptah]

the seperator, butchering the chicken,
dipping it into the cream, then coating it with the
flour harvested in August, and frying it in a big
pot in the same room that Grandma had a gasoline powered
washing machine.

[Ptah]

1. Kick once.

I can't be that much older than you.

:shrug:

[spacelady]

2. Yeah, I was going to make a snide remark about

farting dust, but no, my Dad b.1910 & my Mom b.1926, were right there, so 1962 for me, ah heck.

[Ptah]

3. My father born 1919, mother 1930

I think we are comtemporaries.

:hi:

It feels good to meet someone that has similar history.

[spacelady]

7. I was born on a cold Nebraska night, like Wildfire.

My claim to fame: I had my picture taken with John Glenn when he came thru Nebraska stumping for Bobby Kennedy because I was born the same time he landed from his Earth orbit.

[hickman1937]

4. I remember my Mom driving 15 miles to buy chicken,

and then baking it. Grandma lived 20 miles away and spent most of her time lunching at Stouffer's and playing canasta with her 3 sisters. Gin and tonic's flowed. She was a hoot.

[Ptah]

8. If you are like me, just a whiff of that

kitchen transports us back to the day.

[hickman1937]

9. Mimi's(my grandmother) kitchen smelled like floor wax,

and her dining room smelled like scotch(Aunt Buzzie always forgot to put the cap back on the ?McMasters? Damn so long ago). Mimi's bedroom smelled like Estee Lauder. Smells of grandma's house, oh to be 12 again!

[Ptah]

10. I can't describe the smell of Grandma's kitchen,

but coffee percolating is part of it.

And the fragrence of lilacs is part of it too.




:hi:

[Elidor]

5. I'm not quite that far gone

But I remember these.

[Ptah]

6. I miss the patience that went with

true dial up.

:hi:

[CaliforniaPeggy]

11. I was a city girl....but my mom grew up on a farm.......

Where the crop was children.....

Seems to me that you and I must be similar ages.....

Check your PM in a moment or two, my dear Ptah.....


:loveya: :pals:

[Kali]

12. we live in Grandma's house

I don't remember it but the jeep could be hooked up to both the water pump or the washing machine.

The steaks had to be pan fried because Grampa had enough wood "grilled" steaks as a young man cowboying and liked "house cooking" better.

Out in "the shed" were the most wonderful mysteries of tools and old plumbing parts, strange hand operated drills and saws. Tire patching kits - remember those little diamond saped things you had to light with a match ro repair innertubes - hell, remember innertubes?

Down in the barn (in the "saddle shed" - it was not called a "tack room") I still have my Grandfather's, my Grandmothers, and my Mother's childs saddles. I am so lucky to live here, to still continue on this piece of land.

[Ptah]

13. Those tire patches were something.

My Grandparents had to haul water from a spring
about four miles from their homestead.

Grandpa spent many hours pulling his 'stone boat'
over the prairie to bring fresh water home.

[Kali]

14. We had on old greasy pump jack mounted over the 25 foot hand dug well

untill just a few years ago. Had a cousin learning the "old ways" use a team of draft horses and a fresno to clean a stock pond a while back - that was beautiful to watch. Those wonderful big animals working so hard for him.

Don't know the term "stone boat" What was is it? How much water did it hold? Horse drawn or by a man? Whew, 4 miles. Can you imagine? I have a lot of water problems but evn with a vehicle I hate hauling water!

[Ptah]

15. Grandpa hauled about 200 gallons of fresh water each trip.

Up until about 1930 he pulled it with a team of two horses.

He called it a 'stone boat' because the prairie was full of
rocks. He rode it over the rocks as if it was a boat, floating over
the rough terrain.

Hauling water keeps one connected to the earth.

Now I have to ask you - what is a fresno?

[Kali]

16. Fresno is a scraper thing - sort of like the blade on the front of a

tractor or dozer, I think you kind of work it like a plow, the horses pull but the "driver" uses his weight to position and get it to bite into the dirt, then it drags to wherever he dumps it. He mostly walks - its not anything a person actually rides. I didn't get to try it and I still have a dream to learn to drive a team - I ride but have never driven a wagon or cart or anything but dragging logs.



edit to add - I found it with a google - strange in this context of remembering old ways, but hey!

http://valleyhistory.org/FindingAids/FresnoScraper/FresnoScraper.html

[BikeWriter]

18. Uncle Frank worked mules and a Fresno for Skelley Oil...

as his first job. He retired from there years later as a drilling superintendant. Dad prefered teams of horses. He said he could get more work out of them.

[BikeWriter]

17. I recall the time, uh, somebody put little brother...

under a #2 tub in the wash house and sat on it. That's the last sitting down we wanted when Mom caught us!