I got a note from Jenny, my older daughter. She apparently has heard from the old International Harvester refergerator now in Albuquerque. She has forwarded this note to be included in the blog. On the right are the famous refrigerator and Grandmother after a baking party with some of her granddaughters--Charlotte, Faith, Judy, Jenny and Sandy. Remember, click on the pictures, and maybe you can even see the pan of cookies--or what's in the refrigerator!
I sat in the corner of the old adobe kitchen. I sat under the Tupperware that held left over baked goods.
Other things too I forget now. I sat next to the stove; I can still smell the bacon. Just beyond was a stool that held the pale of fresh spring water. A pale just like the one Frank would bring in from milking the cow. I would store the milk and cream. From where I sat, I could see the kids in the next room churning the butter in the gallon glass butter churn. Oh they were having the time of their lives. Beyond the water pale just a bit was the counter where the kids would get up early to help Georgia make biscuits. Was it a coincidence that the kids got up late enough to miss devotions, but early enough to help with biscuits. I can’t say that I blame them. I think every citizen of the little town of Cuba that I spent so many of my 55 years in was prayed over during those daily devotions.
Though it was just the two of them living in that house, it seems more often than not
Georgia was feeding more than just the two of them. That I guess is why I felt so obliged to keep running. I was made by a hard working people, owned and used by hard working people. They simply deserved that I continue to help them in their service to others.
I must say one of my favorite times was when the grandkids would come for Christmas
Baking with Georgia. I saw many happy times.
The fridge
Harvester international
Other things too I forget now. I sat next to the stove; I can still smell the bacon. Just beyond was a stool that held the pale of fresh spring water. A pale just like the one Frank would bring in from milking the cow. I would store the milk and cream. From where I sat, I could see the kids in the next room churning the butter in the gallon glass butter churn. Oh they were having the time of their lives. Beyond the water pale just a bit was the counter where the kids would get up early to help Georgia make biscuits. Was it a coincidence that the kids got up late enough to miss devotions, but early enough to help with biscuits. I can’t say that I blame them. I think every citizen of the little town of Cuba that I spent so many of my 55 years in was prayed over during those daily devotions.
Though it was just the two of them living in that house, it seems more often than not
Georgia was feeding more than just the two of them. That I guess is why I felt so obliged to keep running. I was made by a hard working people, owned and used by hard working people. They simply deserved that I continue to help them in their service to others.
I must say one of my favorite times was when the grandkids would come for Christmas
Baking with Georgia. I saw many happy times.
The fridge
Harvester international
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Jesus fed the multitude, turned the water into wine,
to the hungry calleth now, come and dine.
Come and Dine, C.C. Widmeyer, 1935
Jesus saith unto them, Come and Dine.
John 21:12
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