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I still have a quilt love.

posted by BC-A on December 27, 2017 at 9:46 AM | link to this | reply

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 | link to this | reply

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 | link to this | reply

Re: adnohr

Wonderful comment.  I love it.  

posted by TAPS. on December 23, 2017 at 10:39 PM | link to this | reply

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 | link to this | reply

beautiful post

posted by overtherainbow on December 23, 2017 at 3:39 PM | link to this | reply

Those were the days...

posted by FormerStudentIntern on December 23, 2017 at 7:33 AM | link to this | reply

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 | link to this | reply

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 | link to this | reply

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 RPresta on December 23, 2017 at 12:57 AM | link to this | reply

so romantic, in a painting. LOL.

posted by Kabu on December 22, 2017 at 7:12 PM | link to this | reply

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 | link to this | reply

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