Well, the weath-er has not gotten much better. So, as this old man sits here trying to come up with another word for readers, I find my memory is just as good ever.
Let’s go on an old-time report of my days as a young man.
My folks, bless their hearts, were very good parents, and I came out pretty good compared to a lot of young people today. I used the teaching I got as a youngster, and I brought it with me into my years as a young man and now into my years as a senior person.
Back then, when you were in a large family, there were things you needed to do as a member of that family.
The females in our family had to learn how to keep house and cook the food, along with being there in case one of us boys got sick and they had to dig in and help out there. We boys had many jobs to do, and we did them without being told to do them.
We mowed the lawn, fed the chickens and a lot of small duties that people do to maintain a home. In the winter, we brought in coal to heat with and to cook with, along with chopping up wood to stoke the stoves both in the kitchen and the living room.
There were no furnaces back then, so the heat was sort of left in one part of the house, and that made it cool in other parts. We would cuddle close to the heating stove long enough to change into our bedtime clothes, and then hurry up the stairs to our rooms and pull those covers up around our chins and try to go asleep while we were still warm enough to enjoy it.