A Kitchen of Yesteryear

A Kitchen of Yesteryear “Who’s that, Gram?” I asked, pointing to the man in the old photograph with brown tone. He was lifting a heavy object from the back of a truck. “That’s my father,” she said, “delivering the ice. What a strong man he was! No one had refrigerators back then, you know. Ice kept food from spoiling.” She licked a finger and turned the page. “That’s our kitchen. See the icebox? And this here’s a wood-burning stove, made of cast iron. We kids had the job of keeping it polished. My mother was very proud of it.” “Kitchens sure were different back then.” I pointed to another snapshot. “That looks like your mom, basting a chicken for dinner. And is that you?” “No, that’s my sister Geraldine. She still has her nightgown on.” “But it’s dinner time,” I pointed out. “No, it’s probably early morning. Dinner got started in the morning, so it would be ready when we got home. We had no microwaves back then. We all worked together, and we got the work done! We canned all our fruit and vegetables in the summer, so we’d have them all year round. I ate my first frozen vegetable in 1962. Tasted like sawdust.” © Advanced Assessment Systems/LinkIt!™ Passage provided under license from PassageBank.com. Use and duplication is restricted to licensees only.

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