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posted by
BC-A
on December 27, 2017 at 9:46 AM
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I remember visiting our grandmother. Walking to the outhouse in the cold. I was always afraid (as a child) of falling in. We were always wrapped up in blankets, so I don't remember it being cold. I do remember the grandfather clock that chimed every hour.
posted by
TIMMYTALES
on December 26, 2017 at 2:37 PM
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My grandparents had a farm. They had an outhouse as well....so cold at night and no light but a candle or flashlight....one could use the chamberpot...yuck!
posted by
Annicita
on December 25, 2017 at 4:03 PM
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Re: adnohr
Wonderful comment. I love it.
posted by
TAPS.
on December 23, 2017 at 10:39 PM
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My first foster home parents were very poor, and when I describe how it was then to my children, they liken it to Little House on the Prairie episodes. But that is the way it was on the farm. Lucky me had the kitchen stove pipe coming up through my bedroom, so was much warmer than all the other foster children sharing the house. We do adapt, and the love in that house made up for all those little things lacking.
posted by
adnohr
on December 23, 2017 at 7:38 PM
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beautiful post
posted by
overtherainbow
on December 23, 2017 at 3:39 PM
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Those were the days...
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on December 23, 2017 at 7:33 AM
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Oh, that does take me back to the year on the farm...
We had down quilts that "remembered" your warm spot when you got up for a bathroom run, and heat radiated from the brick chimney in our attic room. Thank you for the nostalgic glance back in time.
posted by
Pat_B
on December 23, 2017 at 4:15 AM
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You make me shiver Taps. Of course it was colder here in years passed, but our single brick bungalow was like a morgue in winter. Ice encrusted windows and heated by a fire in the kitchen and an old black oil stove which as I usually was up first one could hold ones vest over it and get a quick warm, it felt very nice. I don't think we were wise to have brick,the old stone cottages were much warmer. 
posted by
C_C_T
on December 23, 2017 at 1:15 AM
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Love those pictures but what a culture shock for you that must have been! The unbelievable cold! The farm life so different for a city girl. What a life that must have been, especially in the Dust Bowl!
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on December 23, 2017 at 12:57 AM
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so romantic, in a painting. LOL.
posted by
Kabu
on December 22, 2017 at 7:12 PM
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This reminds me of Laura Ingalls Wilder's stories of growing up pioneer. And there was a time I was house-sitting in winter and sleeping in an unheated attic room, and it was so many covers and so much warm under while my nose was froze!
posted by
Ciel
on December 22, 2017 at 7:05 PM
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