His mother sipped tea and his father sat at the desk and wrote letters. She rang the triangle and the kids came running, and they all gathered round the thick, wooden table, the father sitting at the end, the newspaper next to him.Īfter dinner in the winter, they would stay warm by lighting a fire in each room. She spent hours preparing the food that was brought in from the fields surrounding the house, grinding the meat, churning the butter. When Will Rogers was growing up in 1879, his mother cooked on a bulky iron stove.
To be published in an upcoming issue of ENTREE Travel Newsletter.
