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Show 1 REMEMBER"! BY THE OLD TIMERS i From Mrs. Chas. Squible, Hum-tngford, Hum-tngford, Nebraska: I remember when my folks lived on their homestead home-stead in the early 1890's. The only sounds to be heard were the wind, the song of blackbirds, and meadow larks. In the evening we would hear the call of the owl, bark of the ; prairie , dog or the lonesome wail of a coyote as he howled at the moon. How different from our modern times: the tractors, cars, trucks, airplanes. What .a noisy world it has become! From Jessamine S. Burgum, Arthur, Ar-thur, N. D.: I remember when the first chore after breakfast was to gather all the kerosene lamps, polish pol-ish the smoked lamp chimneys and fill the lamps with kerosene. Too many tales were told of careless housekeepers, filling lamps after dark, with resulting explosions and fires. Also the first sound in the morning was the sound of grinding grind-ing coffee berries in the little hand mill that hung on the wall the ground coffee fell into a tiny drawer draw-er which was emptied into the coffee pot, filled with cold water and brought to a boil. And I remember re-member when breakfast was a hearty meal with fried meat and eggs, cornmeal or oatmeal mush fried and eaten with syrup or jelly, fried potatoes, and pancakes with plenty of butter and syrup. (Send contribution to the column to The Old Timer, Community Press Serv-loe. Serv-loe. Box 39, Frankfort, Kentucky.) |