For Old-Fashioned Grandma's & their Heritage Albums
~ Author Unknown.
Grandmother on a winter's day
Milked the cows and fed them hay
Slopped the hogs, saddled the mule
Got the children off to school.
Did the washing, mopped the floor
Washed the windows and did the chores
Cooked a dish of home-dried fruit
And pressed her husband's Sunday suit.
Swept the parlor, made the bed
Baked a dozen loaves of bread
Split some firewood and lugged it in
Enough to fill the kitchen bin.
Cleaned the lamps and put in oil,
Stewed some apples she thought would spoil.
Churned the butter, baked a cake
Then exclaimed, "For mercy's sake!
The cows got out of their pen!"
Went out and chased them in again.
Gathered the eggs, locked the stable
Back to the house and set the table
Cooked a supper that was delicious
And afterwards washed all the dishes.
Fed the cat, sprinkled the clothes
Mended a basket full of hose
Then opened the organ and began to play,
"When you come to the end of a perfect day."
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Jesus loves me, this I know . . .