There was a time I liked to wash dishes. That was when I was quite young and had to stand on a chair in order to wash the dishes. Being a child, I often enjoyed doing household chores, probably because I didn’t have to but wanted to do the chores.
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Notice the bold wall paper which was probably the thing back in that time era. What I remember about the house was walking through the front door was the living room with a bedroom on each side. Mom’s bedroom was on the left, which when she, my brother Glenn and I lived there was our bedroom. The kitchen was after the living room. I believe there was a screened-in porch to the right of the kitchen.
At the entrance of their shell driveway was a cattle guard to keep the cattle from entering the yard. The road to the driveway was also a shell road, one that my grandfather later let Glenn and I drive on, with him in the front seat to show us what to do while driving.
Although I enjoy the modern conveniences and the technology advancement of today, there is a part of me that longs for the simplicity of yesterday.