My mother grew up on a farm learning to cook from her grandmother, who ruled the kitchen. Grandmother was notorious for being a fabulous cook, all on a wood cook stove, but thought that the nasty jobs like kitchen clean up, killing and dressing chickens, etc. was the domain of the assorted kids and grand kids. My mother vowed she would never, NEVER, marry a farmer as she wanted nothing more to do with killing chickens for supper! Well, she married a farmer, but my father promised there would never be any chicken slaughter in her future. Mother must have had a soft spot for chickens though, as she always had dishes decorated with chickens and had 2 or 3 chicken and rooster figurines sitting around in the kitchen. This one from the Royal Copley Company was a favorite.
The cookbooks were also my mothers from the World War II era - I love the title of the one called "Pie Marches On"! I found the large brown glass bottle in my Dad's workshop when I sold their house. I don't have any idea what kind of liquid it held or its intended use, but I loved the shape.
Lots of memories of my parents in this vignette.
Thanks for stopping by,
Sally
