"Twas The Night Before Jesus Came"

'Twas the night before Jesus came and all through the house Not a creature was praying, not one in the house. Their Bibles were lain on the shelf without care In hopes that Jesus would not come there. The children were dressing to crawl into bed. Not once ever kneeling or bowing a head.And Mom in her rocker with baby on her lap Was watching the Late Show while I took a nap. When out of the East there arose such a clatter. I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash! When what to my wondering eyes should appear But angels proclaiming that Jesus was here. With a light like the sun sending forth a bright ray I knew in a moment this must be THE DAY! The light of His face made me cover my head It was Jesus! returning just like He had said. And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth, I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself. In the Book of Life which He held in His hand Was written the name of every saved man. He spoke not a word as He searched for my name; When He said "it's not here" my head hung in shame. The people whose names had been written with love He gathered to take to His Father above. With those who were ready He rose without a sound. While all the rest were left standing around. I fell to my knees, but it was too late; I had waited too long and thus sealed my fate. I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight; Oh, if only I had been ready tonight. In the words of this poem the meaning is clear; The coming of Jesus is drawing near. There's only one life and when comes the last call We'll find that the Bible was true after all!

written by Unknown Author

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Summer - Making Food

Summer - Making Food

Canning and preserving vegetables

Vegetables and fruit were preserved and canned to be eaten during the winter. Norma Ehlers remembers how her family canned vegetables.

Norma Ehlers Photo"First of all, plant your garden, hoe your garden, pick the food, tomatoes, beans, peas…turnips …You take the ends off, both ends of the bean, and then…put them in a pan of water and then from that you…would…put the beans directly into the jar and put water and salt in that jar …that rubber ring would go on that and the lid would screw on that and then you'd put them down in a water bath or a pressure cooker… the water would get boiling and that would cook the beans, and…there wasn't spoilage…My mom used to make vegetable soup… She'd put some carrots and some tomatoes and some peas and beans and everything together…Then, in the wintertime we would cook it up and then put all those delicious vegetables into it and have a wonderful soup." -- Norma Ehlers Quicktime Logo (Quicktime required)

Least Favorite Chores

Every child had favorite chores and chores they didn't like to do. Ruth Nettleton said she didn't like churning cream into butter.

"We had a big old barrel churn. And I suppose about five gallons of cream at a time was put in a churn and then you churned it. And you cranked it. And you couldn't do it fast… So you had to make it thump as it went down so it would work. And I didn't like to churn." -- Ruth Nettleton Quicktime Logo (Quicktime required) Ruth Nettleton Photo
Photo of a chicken coup.

Ruth also didn't like the chore of cleaning the chicken manure out of the chicken house to be used as fertilizer on the family's garden. She didn't like going to the outhouse when it was muddy or rainy. And she didn't like the smell of kerosene lamps. One of Harvey Pickrel's chores was plucking the feathers from the chicken after it was killed. He disliked it so much, he doesn't like to eat chicken to this day.

Gathering eggs

Chickens were very important to farm families. They gathered and ate the eggs, and killed and ate the chickens. Eggs were sold in town to make a little bit of money. Children gathered eggs, sometimes risking a peck on the hand from angry hens. Albert Friesen gathered eggs as a child in the 1920s, and helped his father raise chickens. "We had a chicken …would lay about 12 to 15 eggs…and then she would sit on those eggs until they hatched." Like most children, he also disliked cleaning the chicken coop. Hollis Miller said one of his chores was plucking the feathers off the chicken after it had been killed. His mother finished preparing the chicken and the family enjoyed a wonderful chicken dinner.