Oh, those were the good old days, except I'm afraid of what Grandma might have called them.
I remember reading by kerosene lamps that made the room so cozy, picking that special load of small kindling for the fire place, being proud to get that special size for the wood stove in the kitchen.
The horrid nights I stood at the kitchen window with a quilt around my shoulders, wondering if I wanted to run through the rain or else use that embarrassing thunder mug under the bed, because I was the one who would have to carry it out to the outhouse next day. and a certain visiting aunt (I never did like her and still don't) would be sure to tease me about what I had done in it.
I remember washing my hair with lye soap, and I was in my teens before I found out there was other stuff to buy just for washing hair. We couldn't afford it then, but we all had long and shiny hair. Pictures confirm that, our hair shined in the sunlight.
I remember struggling back from the barn with a pail of milk I'd just gotten from the cow, with rain or snow slashing at me and milk wetting my ankle socks..no pants on little girls at that time.
I remember sitting at the table with homework, with the wind slashing at the steamed over windows and feeling so comfy and pleased at having all the dishes done and put back in the cabinets, and no more work to be done after homework. I could read in the front room where Grandma sewed by the light of the fire and lanterns, or go to bed and listen to the rain on the roof.