I remember quite vividly the old house with its large kitchen in which there was an old drop lmf wooden table with a bench behind it, a high cupboard for dishes, a lounge, a rocking chair and four straight back chairs. The stove was an Enterprise Iron Duke which burned either wood or coal. There was a box, which was used for storing whatever fuel we were using at the time, situated against the wall at the end of the stove. It had a hinged cover on it and it made a cozy place to sit sometimes.

On the wall above the box was a mantle which held the seven day clock and two kerosene lamps at each side. My dad always kept his straight razor in the clock, which had a full length glass dooron it.The doorwas fastenedon the side by a small brass hook. The clock brings to mind the day that Margaret, who was three years old, was playing with a cousin of ours who was visiting from Boston. They played with a short fishing pole which was located behind a trunk in the back kitchen. It had a short line and a small hook on it. Our cousin played the fisherman dangling , the line from on top of the trunk. He asked Margaret to catch the line. As she did. he quickly pulled up the line and consequently, the hook became embedded in her wrist. When my mother saw the situation she sent me out to the yard where dad was working to ask him to come in right away. I remember her telling him when he came in that he would have to 'hiteh up' and take Margaret in town to see the doctor. It was a six mile trip. But my father, being a very cool haded person, looked at Margaret’s wrist and then went over to the clock, took the razor out and poured boiling water over it. He took her wrist in his left hand and with his right hand he gently performed surgery with the razorto remove the hook. Then he dressed the wound with clean, white cloth, which had been kept especially for emergencies. In no time Margret was out playing again, but this time it wasn't fishing.

The dining room had an oval shaped table and six high backed chairs located in the centre. There was a side board with a mantle on it and a cupboard below. This piece of furniture served as an altar many times when we were very young. My brothers liked to pretend that' they were priests saying mass. Although Margaret and l were too young to understand well what they were playing. they asked us to am as their congregation. They gave sermons and distributed white paper hosts at communion time.

The parlor was across the hall from the dining room and contained an antique sofa, chairs and two square tables—a wicker table and an

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