pare some hearty meals and bake up chocolate cakes for us. When we got out of hand, she would take the broom and sweep

us all outdoors, until we settled down and behaved. One day, while churning butter, mother was called to the

home of a sick neighbor. So we decided to surprise her and finished the job ourselves. This turned out to be a disaster, with the ceiling and walls of the pantry covered with the half-churned butter. Returning home and seeing the mess we had made mother was somewhat upset, but within minutes with some warm water came the bright yellow butter. This was one day we did not have to go and deliver the buttermilk that friends would be waiting for when mother churned. Those are times we

remember and can laugh over years later At home we were able to make lots of home made ice-cream

from the separated cream, that mother would let us save up in the old icehouse .The boys would turn the handle on the freezer

until it wouldn’t move another round and then we knew the ice cream was ready to dish

out. In summer our cousins, the

Miller’s, would come on holi- day from the United States. They would bring along large cans of chocolate syrup, which we would pour over the ice cream. Every birthday was celebrated with a special cake that mother make, from a recipe sent by her Uncle in Washington. The cake was frosted with rich boiled icing, and was delicious with the home made ice cream.

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