Sneaking food became an art form from an early age; discovering if it was edible became a mission. Here, I learned at 2 how to climb with a chair on to the counter top and pull out what seemed to be chocolate milk mix, but what turned out to be unsweetened Dutch brand baking chocolate. The reason for the absence of a smile was 3 fold: Just realized mom was taking my picture, had spilled the proof of my sneaking all down my onesie, and realizing that not all chocolate tastes the same.
This picture reminds me of the various homemaking skills my mother would constantly implement and quote from her BYU homemaking classes. The few I always remember her referencing were the tin foil covering the stove covers, running a non sleeping child across a cold kitchen table in the middle of the night to make them cry so they would sleep better, that she was taught how to cut hair, and that newspapers only were to be utilized to wash windows. She refused to use anything else to wash windows, as it was the only non streaking tool on the market.
I remember that we were one of the first to have a microwave as seen here reflecting my left foot in 1970. I believe it was a Frigidaire. In this kitchen was also her beloved wheat grinder where she made wheat flour from her buckets of whole wheat. I recall that her bread smelled great and was very dense and thick. When we made sandwiches with this bread, milk, water, or other beverage needed to be near so as to help get it down due to the density.
That was Mom's handwriting to the top of the photos in pink.
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