My mom spent the first decade and a half of married life keeping house in the century old farmhouse in which my dad had grown up. On the north end of the first floor was the kitchen, heated by an oil burning stove. A pump in the corner provided rain water that had been collected in the cistern. A nearby spigot gave us hard water (cold water only) originating from the farm’s well some half mil...
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