We did have a gas stove and electric refrigerator.
So small about 9x9 feet No running water, easy to keep neat The churn set next to the chimney There was I, anger within me Come butter come, isn't this fun I don't like doing this When will it get done Finally dipping out tasty yellow Yellow butter to butter biscuits We could not afford toast Definitely not Triscuits Sometimes pork roast Life was hard and mostly lonely It helped me to make it in life though If I had known how life would flow, if only In understanding I could grow Up there on the large old farm When I was so very young Where life could be a charm But there my childhood was hung
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