This is a discussion on It's 95° here- I think of my Grandpa- he didn't have electricity, running water, etc. within the Off Topic & Humor Discussion forums, part of the The Back Porch category; Thanks Tangle, great read. Reflection of years gone by can really warm the heart. Being a child of foster care, I envy you and your ...
Thanks Tangle, great read. Reflection of years gone by can really warm the heart. Being a child of foster care, I envy you and your memories my friend. Your grandparents sound like they were wonderful, and hard working folks. Just a thought though; I'd have made sure my jacket and clothes hung somewhere else besides that one closet where the toilet found its home.
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My Grandma (Bubbie) had a biceps that would make most state champion arm wrestlers to shame. The lady would scrub pots and pans until here was a mirror like shine.
She had better hand motor skills than a plastic surgeon she would mend clothes like nobody business.
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I do remember my grandmother cooking on a wood stove though. Although at the time they did have electricity, but they seemed to avoid using it quite a bit.
I do remember when growing up in SE Georgia that every now and then, I would have to go stay with my aunt and uncle. They didn't have much either but they did have electricity. Water was a pump on the porch. Did have a gas stove but unless baking, meals were generally cooked on a cast iron stove. I don't remember them having a fan but I do remember I had to sleep in the "backroom" in the winter. Quilts piled 6 inches high. Snug as a bug with only the nose showing. Chamber pots and outhouse. Did have a fridge though so had ice. They were pretty religious, I don't remember a radio but I was too young to care. I would have to go to church with them on Sunday and there was always the covered lunch, man, that was some good eating back then. The uncle did farming for another uncle and the aunt would do the egg collecting from the 100 or so chickens they had. Two or three times a week, they would run the "egg route" selling eggs and some veggies if they had it. It was really a simple time for me but they really had to bust their tails to make ends meet.
Thanks for the memories Tangle
Richard, SFC US Army (Ret)
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