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S I X T E E N T H A X X U A L C O N V E N T I ON 71 color is fairly preserved to this day. At the back of the house, a lean- to was erected within my remembrance; it " was built of material taken from the old Anderson home near by, which we demolished when we bought the land on which this landmark stood. This Anderson house was the only one in which 1 ever saw one of the old- time fire- places with a fire in it— even then the fire was there more for show than user" 7 The up- stairs of our house, reached by a closed stairway, consisted of three rooms, one large and two smaller, all with plastered walls and ceiling, the latter slanting to conform with the slope of the roof. At each end the big chimneys, also plastered over, stood out in bold relief; one of my earliest recollections is waking one Christmas morning and seeing two stockings, pinned to one of these chimneys by Santa Claus. the only party that could have stuck a pin into that plaster and brick. I also remember appropriating both of the stockings, quite innocent of any idea that one might belong to my little brother, but a hearty outcry on his part put me right in the matter — he alwavs had a good voice. These rooms were warmed by stove pipes that led up through holes ill the floor, on their way to enter the chimneys; there was a small stove of heavy metal in the big room, but this was only in use during the winter when anyone was sick, or when there was a baby in arms. The rooms upstairs were very simple; there were muslin curtains on the windows; the ceilings and walls were whitewashed, and the floors painted. There were a couple of bureaus, stuffed chiefly with odds and ends of clothing, and there were a couple of washstands. but nobody ever washed up there, since it could be done so much more comfortably at the sink in the kitchen, where there was a roller towel handy. Each room was furnished with a bed of course, and in the big room was a folding cot that could, and did hold two. packed lengrhwise. Those old bed- steads merit a word of description, since they have pretty well passed out of date. They were of different types, some having heavy turned posts and narrow head and foot- boards, while others did not specialize so much in po^ sts, but made up for it in panelled work at head and foot. The side pieces fitted into the ends by bolts, whose heads slipped into iron slots: some of the older types were held together by long bolts that screwed into the side pieces, the heads of the bolts being counter- sunk.~ Whoever heard of a bed- wrench ? Well we had one and it was used to screw those bolts tight. The bedding was borne upon three- inch slats laid crosswise that often fell down upon the most inconvenient occasions; a few used rope stretched criss- cross, but this was regarded as more or less extreme. Whatever the construction of the bed- stead, and no matter how it was held together, it was always a standing challenge to bed- bugs to come and homestead— there was no closed season on bed- bugs in our neck of the woods, and if they were not always exterminated, they were at least kept under control The beds did not sport mattresses in that day; there was a voluminous tick, as it was called, stuffed with straw that would persist in escaping from the slit down the middle, and there was on top of this tick another generous t i ck filled with feathers, the coarse feathers carefully stripped for reasons that are obvious. The pillows also were filled with fine feathers. In summer time a fellow just naturally insisted on the removal of that hot feather tick. Oh yes, I nearly forgot; sometimes the lower tick would be filled with corn husks that rattled most abominably, and sometimes the pillows were filled with the fluff from the cat- tails that grew in the swamp. The kitchen, plastered and wainscotted, with floor heavily painted to a glorious yellow, was really the family room during most of the time not spent in sleeping or in working outside. We owned a splendid cook stove, one that I fancy immediately succeeded an older type that was called -'^ e " airtight," for what reason I never could discover. This older type carried its
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Title | 1930 - Annual Convention Report |
Subject | Convention;Report; AWI |
Description | Report of the Sixteenth Annual Convention held May 20-23, 1930 |
Language | en |
Format | application/pdf |
Type | text |
Source | Alberta Women's Institutes |
Identifier | awi0811099 |
Date | 1930 |
Collection | Alberta Women's Institutes - Collective Memory |
Repository | AU Digital Library |
Copyright | For Private Study and Research Use Only |
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Title | Page 69 |
Format | application/pdf |
Source | AWI Collection |
Collection | Alberta Women's Institutes - Collective Memory |
Repository | AU Digital Library |
Copyright | For Private Study and Research Use Only |
Transcript | S I X T E E N T H A X X U A L C O N V E N T I ON 71 color is fairly preserved to this day. At the back of the house, a lean- to was erected within my remembrance; it " was built of material taken from the old Anderson home near by, which we demolished when we bought the land on which this landmark stood. This Anderson house was the only one in which 1 ever saw one of the old- time fire- places with a fire in it— even then the fire was there more for show than user" 7 The up- stairs of our house, reached by a closed stairway, consisted of three rooms, one large and two smaller, all with plastered walls and ceiling, the latter slanting to conform with the slope of the roof. At each end the big chimneys, also plastered over, stood out in bold relief; one of my earliest recollections is waking one Christmas morning and seeing two stockings, pinned to one of these chimneys by Santa Claus. the only party that could have stuck a pin into that plaster and brick. I also remember appropriating both of the stockings, quite innocent of any idea that one might belong to my little brother, but a hearty outcry on his part put me right in the matter — he alwavs had a good voice. These rooms were warmed by stove pipes that led up through holes ill the floor, on their way to enter the chimneys; there was a small stove of heavy metal in the big room, but this was only in use during the winter when anyone was sick, or when there was a baby in arms. The rooms upstairs were very simple; there were muslin curtains on the windows; the ceilings and walls were whitewashed, and the floors painted. There were a couple of bureaus, stuffed chiefly with odds and ends of clothing, and there were a couple of washstands. but nobody ever washed up there, since it could be done so much more comfortably at the sink in the kitchen, where there was a roller towel handy. Each room was furnished with a bed of course, and in the big room was a folding cot that could, and did hold two. packed lengrhwise. Those old bed- steads merit a word of description, since they have pretty well passed out of date. They were of different types, some having heavy turned posts and narrow head and foot- boards, while others did not specialize so much in po^ sts, but made up for it in panelled work at head and foot. The side pieces fitted into the ends by bolts, whose heads slipped into iron slots: some of the older types were held together by long bolts that screwed into the side pieces, the heads of the bolts being counter- sunk.~ Whoever heard of a bed- wrench ? Well we had one and it was used to screw those bolts tight. The bedding was borne upon three- inch slats laid crosswise that often fell down upon the most inconvenient occasions; a few used rope stretched criss- cross, but this was regarded as more or less extreme. Whatever the construction of the bed- stead, and no matter how it was held together, it was always a standing challenge to bed- bugs to come and homestead— there was no closed season on bed- bugs in our neck of the woods, and if they were not always exterminated, they were at least kept under control The beds did not sport mattresses in that day; there was a voluminous tick, as it was called, stuffed with straw that would persist in escaping from the slit down the middle, and there was on top of this tick another generous t i ck filled with feathers, the coarse feathers carefully stripped for reasons that are obvious. The pillows also were filled with fine feathers. In summer time a fellow just naturally insisted on the removal of that hot feather tick. Oh yes, I nearly forgot; sometimes the lower tick would be filled with corn husks that rattled most abominably, and sometimes the pillows were filled with the fluff from the cat- tails that grew in the swamp. The kitchen, plastered and wainscotted, with floor heavily painted to a glorious yellow, was really the family room during most of the time not spent in sleeping or in working outside. We owned a splendid cook stove, one that I fancy immediately succeeded an older type that was called -'^ e " airtight," for what reason I never could discover. This older type carried its |
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