The Simple Life

     I guess you could say life was simple on Potter Hill, both my dad and grandfather were farmers. They worked from sunrise until sundown, rain or shine. My mom and grandmother were farmers wives, hard working and independent ladies that could work along any of our hired help and still keep up with a household, garden and put home cooked meals on the table. Our farm included four homes,  potato and cattle barns, a chicken coop and pig pen. We also had a barn for farm equipment.  Sense we had no electricity on our farm, every thing was done by hand, and we used oil lamps for light, coal for heat and bottled gas for cooking.

     Believe it or not,  I never missed radio or television.  I grew up with books, my grandfather read to me every night before I went to bed. Grimm's Fairy Tales, Nursery Rhymes, Heidi  and Children's Bible Stories were some of my favorites. Some nights Grandpa would be tired and try to skip a page and I would say, "Grandpa ,you missed some." he would smile and go back. What a wonderful man he was, I still  miss him today.

     On Sundays after church , we would go to the soda bar in Cohocton and Dad would get the Sunday Paper and I could pick out a new Golden Book if  one was in. When we got home while mom was fixing breakfast, dad and I would go out on the sun porch and he would read me the comics. Sunday was a time for family in our home, usually my older sister,brothers,aunt and uncle, and my grandparents came over and the adults would play cards while us kids would play outside. After supper it was time to relax. The adults would visit,while us kids would play "hide and seek" until it got to dark and thus would end another day on Potter Hill.