Love to read your stories. Makes me remember my rural life in 1950's.

I love reading them too.

Great memories seniorgal!

Love reading them.

Thank you for the memories,! Reminds me of my grandmother’s stories, loved to hear about her childhood. She grew up on a farm in a rural area. She was born a generation earlier than you in 1905, she would talk about her young years and the changes in her life along the way. My parents really never shared this type of detail about their early years, I do wish I had asked them.

Wish I had asked my parents a lot of questions about their life when they were younger. By the time I thought to do that, my dad couldn't remember most things and my mom was long gone. For the last 40 or more years of his life, though, he ate Quaker Oats and a banana every single day.

Thank you so much for sharing those memories with us! Wonderful!!!

Thank you for sharing your story, Seniorgal. I enjoyed reading it, you do a very good job of writing.

Rusty

More, please! :)

I love your stories. i can just taste the oatmeal and country cream and sugar. Mmm. So many of your memories sound like my mother’s childhood memories. My mom is now 104. Her mother was born in 1892 and they lived in a small town in rural Pa.

❤️ Love these memories.

How many kids in your family? I can picture them running into the room and getting ready for the day.

Thank you so much for posting your stories.

Enjoyable, yes -- thank you for sharing this glimpse into the past!

Thank you. Your writing is lovely and evocative, to say nohing of instructive.

Always a special treat to have your stories! 😉😊

Loved your story. Thank you for mentioning Postum. I had forgotten about it. My father used to have that in the morning instead of coffee.

I enjoyed this so much, and hope you'll share more.

Another thank you here. Your reminisces brought back some long forgotten memories of my own grandmother who lived in a small town in NM. It had been a small town - now it's completely deserted and only the shell of an abandoned church remains. My grandparents were born in the 1890's and my grandfather owned a general store and gas station. Their house was in the back and they had an old fashioned cast iron hand pump in the kitchen utility sink and always had a pot on the stove filled with warm water. There was a chicken coop for her Rhode Island Reds in the back yard and a pasture with two dairy cows. I remember the old wrought iron bed frame with the creaky springs too.

I haven't thought about that house in ages. They sold it around 1956 and moved into a home with indoor plumbing in the next town.

Thanks for sharing your childhood stories, I really enjoyed them and I hope you tell us more.

Maire

Beautiful and so well written. I also could see what you were describing. You should consider writing a biography. How lovely that would be for other generations of your family to read and imagine.

My mother was born in 1908, never talked about what her life was as a child. I know they were poor and lived in Brooklyn, NY. I know little else. How I wish I had tried harder to learn about her beginnings.

Thank you. Please continue your story.

Jane

I so love your stories Seniorgal....and your ability to spell properly....thank you

I really enjoyed your story. Thank you so much for sharing it with us.

I really enjoyed this and would love to read more from you.

Thank you so much for the recollections, Seniorgal - love it!

Wondering where this was?

My mom was born in 1930 in an industrial town in southeast WI. Her grandparents lived across the street and had a cow and a big garden. My grandpa, her father, was a big fan of oatmeal and believed it made you strong. Cousins, aunts and uncles lived on the same street too.

Here's hoping to see more of your memories - what a treasure 🙂

Love your story. Please continue with stories from your childhood.

What a wonderful story Seniorgal. I too would love to hear more.

Thank you for that lovely story. It brought back memories of breakfast at our country home in the 1950's. Seniorgal, I think we were very fortunate to have been born so long ago, and have memories of a less frantic time than we live in now.

My great grand mother on my mothers side also owned a general store. I inherited her old desk she used for accounting in the back room. Those must have been some great times to live in. My grandmother had lots of stories.

Thank you seniorgal. Our mornings are so much easier now with programmed thermostats...although not necessarily happier than people were then. And - I still like puffed rice! But its not particularly easy to find these days, no longer a staple item at the stores.

So nice to see you posting, please continue!!!!

seniorgal, i wish you many future years of additional breakfasts to enjoy and look forward to.

"Those must have been some great times to live in"

nicole, it's easy to pick and choose small things to be nostalgic about but I think the reality for most people is that the "good old days" weren't all that good.

I love reading your stories SeniorGal! My grandgather was born in Scotland in 1902 and his typical breakfast was bread spread with lard or bacon fat.

I so enjoy your stories!

Reminds me of my grandmothers home when I was a child. She cooked on a wood cook stove until she passed away in 2003. Seniorgal, I can almost smell your breakfast!

@Seniorgal - thank you so much for writing about your typical day. It is very interesting to me and you write so beautifully I can almost see the room! I remember my father telling me they were given coffee at breakfast when they were children and I thought it so odd. It must have been very typical! My father would have been 104 this year.

Your story brought tears to my eyes. i just lost my mom a little over a year ago. she was born in 1926. i miss her so much. loved reading your memories. impressed with your writing.

Awesome story, thank you. its amazing to me, how close to the civil war, Lincoln this story is. Almost as though you could touch it.

Wonderful memories for you SeniorGal, it sounds like the stories my Nana told me.

Elmer, I can speak for others, but for me it was a wonderful time to live. I certainly don't have to " pick and choose small things" , my life as a whole was wonderful and it was a great time to live in. I'm sorry if you and others didn't have that kind of experience, but that doesn't negate mine, or anyone else's who had a good life and enjoys remembering those days.

To echo Woodrose, my mother is 104. She has dementia but also moments of clarity. She grew up poor in a family with seven kids. She often speaks of what a wonderful childhood she had, and how happy she was despite no central heat or even indoor plumbing for many years. She and her friends were free to roam at will and had many adventures. . There were 65 kids within a two block area and they played outside for hours. Their games were very inventive and usually required equipment such as a lightpole, nothing more. Those times may have been harder for parents but for kids it was wonderful. Her only regret was that her family could not afford a bicycle, something she wanted dearly.

I love Seniorgals reminiscences .