Remembering a blue enamel and chrome gas iron that used white gas. Mom would have a cup of it on the table nearby to refill when she needed it. One of us was a toddler, thinking it was water, drank some. Someone had to go to neighbor Menno's quickly to get some cream as an antidote. I guess that worked as we all grew up to be adults. In frigid Kansas winters, we hung up clothes outside and they froze dry. We wore several pair of Moms castoff tan stockings with holes in them being careful to not match the holes, when we hung up clothes on three long clothes lines for a family of five girls, a boy, Mom and Dad and sometimes hired help as they would live in. White linen tablecloths, white dress shirts, tea towels, dresser scarves, red & blue handkerchiefs, white ones, overalls...oh, yes, cloth diapers. Wow! We were textile rich. Mom had barrels of scraps left over from sewing dresses.
Love todays conveniences.