Sunday, January 10, 2010

So much to be Grateful for....

Photo borrowed from this site.
This morning when I got up, I went to turn on the dishwasher and it just didn't want to work right. We noticed that there was no hot water coming out from the kitchen sink which is next to the dishwasher. We are assuming that a pipe has frozen up in that area somewhere. If the temps don't warm up enough today I may have to unload the dishes and heat up some water on the stove to wash them. Boy did this thought bring back some memories. The house I grew up in until I was about 13 was a four room farm home with 7 people living in it. My Mom and Dad, myself and four brothers. We had no running hot water and all bath water and dish washing hot water had to be heated in large pots on the stove. We had a pot bellied stove for heat in the living room with a flue that bent in the back of the stove that allowed enough room for a tin tub like the one in the photo for bathing. Having lived with so little when I was a young girl makes me really appreciate everything I have today. It was hard growing up that way only because we were the only farmers in the area. The land around where we lived started to develop with new subdivisions in the late 50's. So we kinda stuck out like a sore thumb. I often wonder what it would have been like to have had neighbors and friends that had similar living conditions as ours. We had one thing they did not have though....and that was a lot of land to roam around on and explore.
Some days I think that we are just too accustomed to our modern conveniences and something like having to heat up our own water to wash dishes is such an ordeal...when my Mom had to do that every single day... for many years.... and wash all our clothes that way. With that many people in the family we didn't get a bath everyday either. I think it was an "as needed"....maybe once a week thing.
I am not embarrassed anymore that I came from such a humble background. I really do appreciate every thing I have today.


The Crusty Crone said...

"I am not embarrassed anymore that I came from such a humble background."

Embarrassed? This is personal history to relish. Only a snob would look down their nose at this history and who cares about what a snob thinks. Besides... they're always tripping over themselves. I think its because they can't see. their noses are stuck up too high.

I remember as a very young girl going to visit my cousins and being stunned that they had to use an outhouse. Its one of my best stories to share. hahahaha. (they got indoor plumbing soon after.)

Thanks so much for sharing some of your history and finding that great photo!

The Bug said...

Thanks for sharing this story - it certainly isn't anything to be ashamed about. I think people who grow up working hard are better at it than people like me - I'm a lazy butt! I'm trying to change my ways, but this blogging business is getting in my way LOL.

Patty said...

We moved here to this house in 1962, it was new, no other family had ever lived in it. The one we came from, in a very small town had no running water until about 1958, then I got hot water around 1960, and finally we got a bathroom around 1962, we only had it about four months when we moved to this house. I didn't get an automatic washer until around 1982. I used an old wringer type. But at least I could hook a small hose to the hot water faucet in the wall in the utility room and fill it, and then when I emptied it, I was able to drain it into the toilet. I had an older dryer we got real cheap, but it took forever to dry the clothes because they were so wet. I would hate to give up my washer and dryer now, I think I could give up my TV quicker. LOL I've never had a dishwasher. We also took baths in an old tin tub sitting by the stove in the Winter time. My parents got indoor plumbing when they remolded their old house they bought in 1948, but the bathroom didn't come until around 1951. Yes, I to had a few friends that didn't know what it was like to use an outhouse, but most of them did know.

Anonymous said...

What a great story! How TRUE.. If my cell phone battery dies on the drive home from CA I'm desperate!
That's pretty funny.. just in my world. Love your new header too

Reader Wil said...

Hi Brenda! I remember that when we were in the concentration camp during the war, we lived with 30 people in one little house. We had no water for 23 hours a day. In the middle of the day at noon, the tap started to drip, and we all ran for the bathroom. We couldn't stay too long there, and we went with two or three together. Can you imagine our feeling of happiness when we could take a bath like that little girl in the years after the war? We didn't live in a proper house when we came to live in Holland in January 1946.It was a holiday house, not fit for winter. Now I am, like you, so used to the luxury of a heated bathroom with a shower and a bath. I should be very grateful now, realising that 65 years ago we were barely alive and very unhappy.

Mary Anne Gruen said...

I know I'm definitely spoiled with all our modern conveniences. The computer I'm typing on right now is the center of my life. LOL

In the Adirondacks we sometimes get power outages that leave you without heat and water, as well as all the electrical conveniences like refrigerators. Some folks have generators to see them through those times. But most folks just make do.

I've given you a Blog Award over at my blog Don't worry if you don't have the time to do the whole award thingy. It's mostly in acknowledgement of your great blog.

Renie Burghardt said...

Oh, I agree with Crusty Crone-you have nothing to be embarassed about, Brenda! And you are right, having all the land to roam around in, must have been a wonderful compensation for what you lacked.

Like Wil, right after WWII we lived in a DP Camp, where we had nothing! But everyone else there was in the same boat. Be proud of your humble heritage. I am of mine.

Hope it's warming up a bit in your area. It is in the Ozarks of S. Mo!



Rositta said...

Never ever be embarrassed about your roots no matter how humble. I say that as a person who was embarrassed for too long. Now it no longer matters. I appreciate all that I have. Bye the way, we still heat up water to wash dishes in Greece when there is no sun and the solar hot water tank is empty. I'd rather do that than turn it on electrically, lol...ciao

Rudee said...

He (or she) who denies his heritage, has no heritage.

We take our modern conveniences very much for granted. We always had hot water, but we didn't have automatic machines for the longest time. I'm very spoiled now.

Libbie said...

What a cool memory! I love the quote, "Easy lives make boring stories." SO true & there was nothing easy or boring about that story! But I am actually working very hard to remove "too much" from my kid's lives. (& mine) Thanks for sharing your story...your life.

I just came over from Starlight Blog's blog award post & I am so glad I did!

Anonymous said...

we used to have an old cook stove like this one or similar to it. Our hot water came from the teakettle on it at all times and there was a water reservoir on the side where mom kept water to keep it warm. I liked the old stoves a lot.

Brenda said...

Thanks! I used to have to use an outhouse at my Grandma and Grandpa's, when I stayed there during the summer. It wasn't so bad...just the sears catalog toilet paper was.... not good!

I know what you mean about blogging and computer activities...facebook, etc. I wonder what I used to accomplish before I started sitting in front of this laptop. It is like an addiction or something. I do enjoy it.

Wow...between the two of us we could write some history about making do with whatever we had. My Mom had a ringer washer and my grandma also. Once when I was staying with my granny she got her fingers trapped in the ringer. Neither had a dryer....ever. They hung their clothes out on the line. Even when I was in high school my Mom and I went to do the wash at the laundromat. I think she had electrics off and on, but I remember the laundromats more than anything else.

Ha...same here. The cell phone would be hard for me to give up. I just feel so much safer with it. I have had car problems on the side of the road many times and I just felt so much better having that phone.

Oh wow....I know when you and Renie tell me stories about the camps, I am just in awe of your survival of it all. I am sorry I haven't been visiting your blog lately. I lost my blog list and sometimes don't go to my reader to keep up. I love reading your blog glad you stopped by here.

Mary Anne,
I agree with you about the computer. Mine is joined to my fingers pretty much of my free time. Thank you so much for the award. I will post it soon.

Yes, I can not even imagine what you had to endure in the camps. I am so glad you are able to have all the land you have and all the freedom that comes with it. There is nothing like the peaceful serene life in the country. I would not do well in city life at all. We live in the suburbs, but visit the city occasionally. It is okay to visit, just wouldn't want to live there. Hugs to you also!

Glad to see you back visiting me! I am guessing that when you are in Greece, you don't get on the computer much. I have seen photos of Greece and it looks absolutely beautiful!

I know someone famous said that...but can't think of who right now. Was it Ben Franklin? Yes....I am very spoiled these days...but I still appreciate all that I do have.

So true...easy lives do make boring stories. Thanks for your visit and I will be over to see you soon!

I had a stove like that in my first apartment that I paid about $50 a month rent for. It was a 3 room flat above a home. Well, I don't think it was exactly like that, but pretty close.

Rudee said...

Danny Thomas said that, Brenda. It's inscribed in a room, perhaps a rotunda? at St. Jude's Hospital.

Gramma Ann said...

I am so far behind in my blogging, I think FB took over my computer time. But, I am trying to catch up somewhat today.

I too, grew up in a very poor family. But, I never thought of it that way when I was growing up. I was the youngest of a family of eight children, and my father died when I was four years old. So maybe because I had so much love surrounding me, maybe that was why I never noticed I was poor. I, like you had all the forest and fields to roam in all day long. And in the winter the snow to play in until I couldn't feel my toes. But, I loved it. We did have a compote in the basement, but no bathroom, therefore we all took our little tub of hot water to our bedrooms and bathed. When I got married and we moved on to the farm, we had a house with a bathroom. I felt like I was in heaven...haha. Over the years the house got some renovating done, and we added another bathroom.. We lived in that house for forty years, until we moved here to Iowa. Now we are back to one bathroom. hahaha, but I have a dishwasher. hehehe

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