Reminisce by the old geezer

[Jim Franklin]

Who remembers standard compartments in a well appointed kitchen called the flour bin and the sugar bin? Coming home from school hacking off a hunk of home made bread soaking it in the cream can in the ice house and then dropping it in the sugar bin and then sitting on the back step and eat it as one's after school snack.

Yes, younger 'Netters they were deep V shaped that pulled out at the top and pivoted outward on their base and would hold up to about 50 lbs of flour or sugar.

[Hal Paul]

Who remembers standard compartments in a well appointed kitchen called the flour bin and the sugar bin? Coming home from school hacking off a hunk of home made bread soaking it in the cream can in the ice house and then dropping it in the sugar bin and then sitting on the back step and eat it as one's after school snack.

Yes, younger 'Netters they were deep V shaped that pulled out at the top and pivoted outward on their base and would hold up to about 50 lbs of flour or sugar.

I think I saw one of those bin thingies in a museum once.

[Wilson L. Deaton]

Who remembers ....

Flour bin? Sugar bin? Cream can in the ice house?

I find it hard enough to believe that I grew up in a home without a microwave oven... :basic03

Wilson

[Jim Franklin]

Oh such deprived youngsters.

[Dennis M. Scott]

Linda made chili and cornbread last night, and I just thought of what I'll have for my bedtime snack this late. I wonder if any of the milk will drip off the cornbread into the sugar canister? Maybe Linda won't notice.

[Dennis M. Scott]

We had a little heavy cream in the fridge, so I crumbled up some of that cornbread in a bowl, soaked in more cream than I should have, and buried it in sugar. Then because of my strong commitment to caloric monitoring dribbled a little of that yellow packet artificial sweetner on it. Man, it was good. I then carefully washed the bowl. Linda's grading papers at her office, and when she gets home she'll never read Naznet. I'm safe.

[DA Weaver]

Who remembers standard compartments in a well appointed kitchen called the flour bin and the sugar bin? Coming home from school hacking off a hunk of home made bread soaking it in the cream can in the ice house and then dropping it in the sugar bin and then sitting on the back step and eat it as one's after school snack.

Yes, younger 'Netters they were deep V shaped that pulled out at the top and pivoted outward on their base and would hold up to about 50 lbs of flour or sugar.

I have a Hoosier type cabinet in my dining room. It was a wedding gift from my in-laws.

[Gary Swartzlander]

I remember none of those things, but my grandparent lived on a farm and had an outdoor water pump that started by flipping a switch on the what had been a milk house. One of my very best memories of growing up was going to grandpa and grandma's and taking the old tin cup off the side of the milk house and starting the water pump and getting a drink of cold water as it came directly from the ground. It was amazingly good.

[Marsha Gupton]

My grandparents lived on a farm and had one of the things Jim is speaking of with the flour bin and sugar bin. As a child, I remember them. They also had the water pump on the back porch. For many years, my Grandmother cooked on a wood stove and believe me we had some wonderful meals prepared on that wood stove. My father finally convinced my grandmother she needed an electric stove! haha.. I'm glad I had some exposure to that part of americana.

[Gary Swartzlander]

One other thing I forgot was my grandpa cutting wood for heat and having to run to the basement to put more wood in the furnace. That furnace has only recently been removed from the house where an Aunt and Uncle now live.

[Wanda Van Winkle]

I'm not that old, but my grandparents didn't even have a pump, to my knowledge. We drew water up in a bucket from the well and had a communal water pan in the kitchen with a large dipper.

[Charlene Clevenger]

It sounds so "Little House on the Prairie." :D

[Tami Martin]

Sheesh. I feel so young.

I do remember when my mom stopped wearing cat-eye glasses and when my dad shaved off his mutton chop sideburns.

[Anne and Dwayne Hood]

Mother had one of those cabinets, you mentioned, Jim. We had a big kitchen, with that cabinet in it, an oil stove, a wood stove, a large table, and one of those cabinets, that were called a safe--I think--with holes punched in the tin panels, to form a flower.
I think they were to put home baked good in.

This was when I was very small. We moved from there to the house where Mother's funriture is sitting in it, now, the summer after I turned seven years old.

We would go out to Red River, where Grandmother Davis lived. She did not have electricity at that time. Every time, when we would leave, she would give me a jar of canned peaches, and my brother a jar of canned black berries.

After moving, Grandmother King lived next door. Back then, in the earlier days, she had an icebox. The iceman came by each day, during the week, and she bought a block of ice.
I was told that one of my young aunts put a hot iron in the closet, and the house caught fire. Grandmother's Bible ended up in bad shape, but was saved. A big part of my growing up, was spending the night with her, on nights that she did not have to work third shift in a cotton mill--sleeping on her feather bed. She would read and explain the scriptures to me. I think her mother taught her to read. I have that Bible, and my daddy's and my mother's.