02- Bob's mom's old tea kettle (c.
1950s) (near our patio)
Thought you all might get a kick out of seeing
how Kerstin so nicely arranged flowers in my mother's old tea
kettle. Mom had used this since, at least, the earliest days of
my childhood in Northeast Indiana. My brother Mark gave it to me some
The kettle recalls a lot of memories every
time I look at it. For one thing, that first house we lived in (which Mom
dubbed "The Crackerbox"), on State Route 327 south of Corunna, Indiana,
had no inside plumbing other than cold running water in the kitchen (and a
spigot outside for a hose). We "did our business" in an outhouse.
For bathing, we heated water in that tea kettle and poured it into a basin in
the sink for a "sponge bath" -- yes, the kitchen was also our
bathroom. All this continued until we moved to nearby Waterloo just before
my seventh year in school.
I will not try to go down memory lane by
recreating today that method of bathing -- I prefer a shower, and the old
tea kettle is corroded (plus I drilled holes in the bottom to allow drainage for