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Show I "I REMEMBER"! BY THE OLD TIMERS ; From Viola Bergan, Saco, Mon- tana: I remember getting up In the I morning In the "good old days." Many of us who wert raised on a Montana dryland homestaad forty or fifty years ago still remember i the "good old days" or nights, when the kids slept in an untreated upstairs bedroom. In the dark, at the unearthly hour of five or six o'clock in tha morning, we were summoned to get up. Shaking of! the snow which sometimes accumulated on the patchwork quilt, and fumbling for the now cold flat irons and hot water bottles, leaving a mound of bed clothes so thick we practically practical-ly had to leave a bookmark to find our way in again, we brazed the zero temperatures. Hurriedly snatching our clothes, we would make a wild dash for the downstairs regions where the big coal heater glowed red, roasting roast-ing us on one side while we were still freezing on the other. After such an excursion, there was no sleepiness left in uc. These I were the "good old days." Now we ! simply adjust the thermostat and crawl under an electric blanket. (Send contributions to this rolumn to The Old Timer, Community Press Service. Serv-ice. Boi t. Frankfort, Kentucky.) |