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had arisen a few months previous and it happened that my brother Jack and I stayed with our grandfather and grandmother Baldwin awhile. During this time grandma showed me how to chum butter, and that was with the old fashioned up and down wooden butter churn.
She let us help shell peas, and made us little wagon-type vehicles out of card board boxes with bailer twine for the handles to pile wopd onto and pull to the wood-box behind the kitchen cook stove.
She had no refrigerator at this time, that is such as we know it today, but used a “spring-box” about 1/3 mile from the house. Here, at what was called the Charlie House (after Charlie Pullen who used to live there), was a fine spring and a box had been built with a top or lid in which grandma would put left overs, milk, butter and other foods. When needed she’d go get it and I’d tag along.
I assume that at times she’d get water in buckets from the spring but do remember quite well going out the back kitchen door to the wellhouse where we’d watch her let down the bucket by a chain on a crank or handle and then hoist it back up again.
Granddaddy kept honey bees and about that time probably had a hundred hives or so. My grandparents had many ways of making the family income, and the melted bees wax was one of them, I remember grandma melting down the “comb” after the honey had been extracted, and seeing the large wheels of it in burlap bags. I think she melted it in a large tub on top of
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