I stumbled across this photo on Pinterest this week and a rush of memories flooded back from those days.
I can remember being dropped off in the dark. It must have been winter. We ate breakfast there often. There were yummy smells of fried eggs and fresh baked bread. But I must have been most fascinated when Delbert sat at the table and used a coffee grinder like this one to grind up the coffee. My mom got hers from a can after all. I never knew that one could grind their own.But Delbert knew the best way to make fresh coffee to warm his insides before he headed out across the frozen barn yard, milk pale in one hand, gas lantern in the other--its light scattered across the snowy yard.
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Blog post by Anne Love-
Writer of Historical Romance inspired by her family roots.Nurse Practitioner by day.Wife, mother, writer by night.Coffee drinker--any time.
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