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Show Il REMEMBER"; BY THZ OLD TIMERS L J From Mrs. A. R. McDaniel, Warren, War-ren, Montana: I remember when father bought our supply of coffee and we had to roast it. Mother would roast the coffee in baking pans until it was a nice brown. Then it was placed in small bags of unbleached cotton and pounded with a stone until it was a fine powder. From Mrs. Clair Reynolds, Hillsdale, Hills-dale, Michigan: I remember when al' these airplanes were not zooming zoom-ing all over the skies and cars of all makes careening down the highways high-ways at 80 miles an hour. Those were the good old days. We had time to be neighborly and to live long and graciously. From Ralph E. Summerfield, Sacramento, California: I remember remem-ber as a boy t ack home on the farm in southern Indiana the way my father used to say to me, "It hurts me more than it does you." However, I think it was a different differ-ent kind of feeling, but at that, There's No Place Like Home. From C. W. McFrederick, Cres-ton, Cres-ton, Ohio: I remember when all the transportation we. had was by horseback Sidesaddle for mother so she could carry the baby on her lap, and one behind, while father had one on before and one behind, be-hind, making transportation for six. From A. Brooks Withers, Montrose, Mon-trose, W. Va.: I remember when shoe repairing was all done at home and when pepper was bought unground. Also when firecrackers were a Christmas celebration instead in-stead of the Fourth of July. |