Ah, Ditter...here's another Ancient One/Older Than Dirt, etc. I remember the candy cigarettes and after those came the tiny wax bottles that you'd bite the tops off and drink the sweet liquids...red wax lips that you could chew when the clowning around and laughter was over...my grandmother in Georgia, boiling her clothes in the back yard, in a big black iron pot, stirring with a stick then lifting the hot, steaming clothes into the next one. This wasn't much fun, especially hanging the hot clothes on the clothes line even in frigid weather...but I did like the "warming oven" in the wood-burning stove where left-overs were kept until supper-time...if there was any home-made vegetable soup, etc. still there...strange, but there was never any warnings then about keeping "hot food hot, and cold foods cold" 'cause of bacteria, etc. Life was good and those summers with my Grandmother Carden are still oh, so bright in this 80+ year old mind. Thanks, Ditter:-)