Great story.
We always had the preacher and his wife and at least two deacons and their families for dinner on Sunday after church. My mom got up early, early, caught, killed and cleaned and fried four chickens and made a huge bowl of potato salad. After my dad milked the cows, he would churn a freezer full of VANILLA ice cream. While he was churning it, she would continuously say, “Now Lee, be careful so you don’t get salt in the ice cream” and he would just smile and say “yes dear”, although to my memory he never did. My dad would not allow anything chocolate in the house so everything we had was vanilla/white. Cakes had to have white frosting. Don’t think I ever had anything chocolate until I was at least 12.
Our childhoods were certainly different than now.
You will like this little story. I was just a toddler and learning to put words together. We had chickens which were supposed to stay in their house or yard. They would get out every now and then. It was my job to clean up their messes on our front porch. One day, the porch was full of people including ministers. A chicken made a mess on the porch. I went and got a pan with a little soap and water in it. When I got back to the porch, I said, “these chickens make a mess and I have to clean up their .hit.” My parents had no idea where I had heard that but I know they must have been mortified at their toddler. We never, ever said words like that. I did have a much older sister and 2 older brothers. I just have to laugh when I think about that. I feel for the others including the ministers. God bless.