My grandmother had a farm, with chickens only. There was a creek where we used to fish and wade. She had a "wash house", a little shed with her wringer washer and big sinks, and I remember rinsing the clothes in those big sinks before hanging them out on the line. She had feather beds with quilts on them. She always had a big garden and canned all her veggies. I just took all of that for granted; never really appreciated it, although I did love visiting her and helping out.