going to be an old bachelor or an old maid.

Food was plentiful and, without the additives of modern day preservatives, it was much more nutritious and healthful than the highly processed food in today’s supermarkets and fast—food outlets.

On one occasion in the mid-forties, my brother, sister and I had just recovered from the mumps. As we got back on our feet, both our mother and father succumbed to the same disease. Bread was used up, and our mother suggested that my sister and I could make a batch of biscuits if she dictated the directions from her sick bed. She instructed us to thoroughly wash our hands before beginning. To be sure that they were perfectly clean, on our own initiative, we slathered hands and arms