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Holy Cow

Life in the house is pretty easy these days, what with washers, vacuams, fridges, and microwaves. My poor old mum had none of those, just the old fashoined copper, and scrubbing board, to wash our clothes. No mains water, or power, so of course, there was no shower. Meat safe hanging in the tree outside, giant blowflies, committing suicide. Baking a cake was quite a feat, for the wood stove had to be kept at a constant heat. At night the kerosine lamp was lit, for a nighttime visit to the bog outside, one required a candle for a sit. Hot water cylinder rumbling away, meant the wood stove had been going all day. The old flat iron, for ironing clothes, permanent press, there were none of those. I know exactly what my old mum would say, if she saw the gadgets we have in our homes today. Holy Cow.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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