just like my grandma back when I was a kid in the 1960’s
she had 2 stoves, one was gas/propane that she used spring and summer
and the older wood stove she used all fall/winter. we went down maybe 3 times
at Christmas. that was some of the best times that I remember.
looking back now, she had to be in her late 60’s to early 70’s then.
making cookies, bread and ‘dippers” as she called them.
looking back on it all now or rather 25 years ago. old grandpa was a smart man.
he made her a summer/canning kitchen and the main kitchen for winter
summer kitchen was attached to the main house. but it had 9-10 foot ceiling
and screen windows near the top too. a lower ‘window” like at 2 foot off the floor.
he also had or made 2 different root cellars and one cold house with a stream running thru the middle of it. thick stone walls and maybe 7 foot ceiling inside.
it was always cool in there. might be in the 90’s outside, but inside it felt like the 60’s. the farm got sold about 20 some years ago. house is gone along with the barns and I think the root cellars. I much would rather go back to that time.
Sounds nice. Too bad someone did not pick it up and keep it going. Might gonna need that sort of sense in the coming years. Read the Foxfire books to get an idea of this sort of living.
Yep, good times and a cookie jar we could raid and not get in trouble
“Only Grans”
There are a number of YouTube videos by a lady called “My kitchen Tanja.”
Not very many videos, yet she has some very nice recipes AND how to properly can food.
No idea what she looks like, other than her hands. All of the videos I have seen have the translations on the bottom of the screen. From what I can understand, and from what a friend has translated, she speaks Russian with a slight Ukrainian accent.
Check it out.
We surely can use your grandma and grandpa right now!
My Dad’s mother, Grandma, had a huge garden where she grew enough food to feed my Dad’s six siblings year round. In her cellar there was a an old cast iron gas stove where she did the canning. At the end of the growing season she’d have a fifteen foot square room lined with shelves of canned vegetables, dried beans, potatoes and skeins of garlic and onions braided and hanging. When my Dad was growing up, Grandma would get up ~4:00AM every day and make two loaves of hard crusted white bread, all of which was consumed during the day.
There was a grape arbor next to the garden where Grandpa harvested the grapes to make wine. He made the legal limit every year, consumed it all and it wasn’t like the wine you buy from a store. It was knock your dick in the dirt strong.
Grandma also kept chickens for eggs and pigeons which she killed, gutted and plucked for the table.
She’d venture out in the woods to gather mushrooms and berries for pies and jams after working in the garden when those were in season.
During the winter she was always busy knitting scarves and mittens or making braided rugs out of rags.
Grandma was about 4’10”, 85 lbs and could outwork any two men that I’ve ever known. She was humble and hardly spoke any English preferring her native northern Italy Italian dialect having come to the US in her early twenties through an arranged marriage.
She was 101 when she passed, still skinny as a rail and in pretty good health except for her final year.
just like my grandma back when I was a kid in the 1960’s
she had 2 stoves, one was gas/propane that she used spring and summer
and the older wood stove she used all fall/winter. we went down maybe 3 times
at Christmas. that was some of the best times that I remember.
looking back now, she had to be in her late 60’s to early 70’s then.
making cookies, bread and ‘dippers” as she called them.
looking back on it all now or rather 25 years ago. old grandpa was a smart man.
he made her a summer/canning kitchen and the main kitchen for winter
summer kitchen was attached to the main house. but it had 9-10 foot ceiling
and screen windows near the top too. a lower ‘window” like at 2 foot off the floor.
he also had or made 2 different root cellars and one cold house with a stream running thru the middle of it. thick stone walls and maybe 7 foot ceiling inside.
it was always cool in there. might be in the 90’s outside, but inside it felt like the 60’s. the farm got sold about 20 some years ago. house is gone along with the barns and I think the root cellars. I much would rather go back to that time.
Sounds nice. Too bad someone did not pick it up and keep it going. Might gonna need that sort of sense in the coming years. Read the Foxfire books to get an idea of this sort of living.
Yep, good times and a cookie jar we could raid and not get in trouble
“Only Grans”
There are a number of YouTube videos by a lady called “My kitchen Tanja.”
Not very many videos, yet she has some very nice recipes AND how to properly can food.
No idea what she looks like, other than her hands. All of the videos I have seen have the translations on the bottom of the screen. From what I can understand, and from what a friend has translated, she speaks Russian with a slight Ukrainian accent.
Check it out.
We surely can use your grandma and grandpa right now!
My Dad’s mother, Grandma, had a huge garden where she grew enough food to feed my Dad’s six siblings year round. In her cellar there was a an old cast iron gas stove where she did the canning. At the end of the growing season she’d have a fifteen foot square room lined with shelves of canned vegetables, dried beans, potatoes and skeins of garlic and onions braided and hanging. When my Dad was growing up, Grandma would get up ~4:00AM every day and make two loaves of hard crusted white bread, all of which was consumed during the day.
There was a grape arbor next to the garden where Grandpa harvested the grapes to make wine. He made the legal limit every year, consumed it all and it wasn’t like the wine you buy from a store. It was knock your dick in the dirt strong.
Grandma also kept chickens for eggs and pigeons which she killed, gutted and plucked for the table.
She’d venture out in the woods to gather mushrooms and berries for pies and jams after working in the garden when those were in season.
During the winter she was always busy knitting scarves and mittens or making braided rugs out of rags.
Grandma was about 4’10”, 85 lbs and could outwork any two men that I’ve ever known. She was humble and hardly spoke any English preferring her native northern Italy Italian dialect having come to the US in her early twenties through an arranged marriage.
She was 101 when she passed, still skinny as a rail and in pretty good health except for her final year.