[Soft*Silver]

I remember when my parents had to get up early to pull the chains of the coal furnace to stoke the embers to warm the house in the morning.
I remember visiting my grandfather, who would take me to the outside handpump to give me something cold to drink, in an old beat up white tin ladle. Sometimes he would wash my sweaty face with that spring fresh water.
I remember the outhouse that was only replaced when I was in second grade with an indoor bathroom. And of course, that means I also remember the chamberpot that was used for nighttime.
I remember every Farm having a scrap pile. You never threw anything away. You kept it all because you never knew when you were going to need it either in its original form or some concoction that you created out of need.
I remembered the big big BIG draft horses of my other grandfather. It’s no wonder I grew up with a passion for horses!
I remember the beautiful peonies and lilacs and Holly hocks and roses, in my grandmothers’ and my mother’s yard. It’s no wonder I grew up addicted to gardening!
And of course I remember the necessary vegetable garden that was small in comparison of other gardens back then but huge in comparison to gardens nowadays. I remember my mother making me pick off those gross big thick green worms. I was so mad at her for making me do that!
And of course, I remember a time when we only ate Canned Goods from canning instead of a metal can. I can still hear the tops of the Canned Goods Popping as they rested on her clean Dish cloths.