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covered back. Kitchen. No Thanksgiving dinner equaled the aroma and the enormous coffee pot on the back of the s tove-the threshing. We vere never able to stay in one The wash basin was outside, supplied with plenty The poor straw man was usually the victim of their job to get long willows with leaves. We would wave The men seemed to eat so much, we kids were sure there would be nothing left for us. But there and the "hangers-on." The neighbors far and near dinner. granary fill. There was always a wagon close by where every 10th sack was placed to be taken the with Pa to the tithing office with the grain. C. N. Lund, Tithing Clerk, received it and gave Pa a ^receipt into his pocket and found a piece of peppermint candy we stuffed them with clean sweet-smelling straw. What fun this was to sleep on a new straw tick so 48 |
