I remember going to my grandparent's house....they had no running water, heated with fire places, no TV or radio. Did have electricy and had strings running from one overhead light bulb to another where you could reach them laying in bed.
Used bed pans to go to the bathroom at night...or go to the outhouse and that was rough on freezing cold night.
We would sit in front of the fireplace in old home made chairs and stare at the fire for entertainment on cold winter night.
Only milk was straight from the cow and I hated it. Remember my grandmother chuning butter and hand cranking that old ice cream maker for half the morning.
Gathering up eggs to take to town and sell. We made forts with the bales of hay in the hay loft, tried to stay on the yrling calves, had corn Cobb fights, go out at night and shoot rabbits that were everywhere back then and then take them to town and sell them for 50 cents apiece.
One of my grand parents had a rooster that I hated and it would chase me everytime I went out back. One day I'd had enough and took one of them big old cooking forks out there and was going to kill it. That thing jumped on me and whipped my butt. I wasn't but about 4 or 5 I think.
Could go on and on....that was the good old days for me.
