Great memories. I also recall the egg beater, the flour sifter, and nut set. Not sure where they went in the family. Thanks for posting !
My moms heirloom to the family would be... A microwave, the only kitchen tool she knew how to use!
My mom never took a switch to us, she just threatened, wait till your dad gets home.My mom's would be a switch... the one I got across my butt when I didn't do the supper dishes... LOL..
God rest her sole...
I almost peed myself! LOLOLOLOLOLO!I still have our old Nutcracker & Picks too. (In my silverware drawer, in our kitchen).
In fact seeing those pics brought back another one of those Famous Bear Stories, so if you don't like them, "Head For The Hills", because here comes one:
We had a lot of Hickory Nut Trees on & off of our property, so we picked Tons of Hickory nuts. When some weren't quite ready yet, we used to lay them on newspaper on the basement floor until they dried out more. So one year, back during the '50s, for awhile Our Dad kept yelling at Me & Jim (My brother--RIP) for cracking Hickory nuts & leaving the shells lay on the floor. Dad would say, "I don't care if you guys eat some, but pick the damn shells up & throw them away. I knew I hadn't done it, so I'd just say "Wasn't Me".
Jim would say "Not Me!!". Dad would say, "Just don't let me catch the one that's doing it!!"
So one evening we're sitting in the living room, watching our first Black & White TV, and we heard "Crunch, Crunch, Crack, Crack, Crunch", "Crunch, Crunch, Crack, Crack, Crunch", "Crunch, Crunch, Crack, Crack, Crunch". So we went over to the Hall, and opened the cellar door, and looked down the steps. There was "Mitzi" (our Family Dog) laying next to the pile of Hickory Nuts, chomping away, cracking nuts, eating the meat out of them, and sure enough----Leaving the shells lay on the floor. This Case Was Closed!!!
Bear
I was waiting for it be Dad leaving them on the floor.I still have our old Nutcracker & Picks too. (In my silverware drawer, in our kitchen).
In fact seeing those pics brought back another one of those Famous Bear Stories, so if you don't like them, "Head For The Hills", because here comes one:
We had a lot of Hickory Nut Trees on & off of our property, so we picked Tons of Hickory nuts. When some weren't quite ready yet, we used to lay them on newspaper on the basement floor until they dried out more. So one year, back during the '50s, for awhile Our Dad kept yelling at Me & Jim (My brother--RIP) for cracking Hickory nuts & leaving the shells lay on the floor. Dad would say, "I don't care if you guys eat some, but pick the damn shells up & throw them away. I knew I hadn't done it, so I'd just say "Wasn't Me".
Jim would say "Not Me!!". Dad would say, "Just don't let me catch the one that's doing it!!"
So one evening we're sitting in the living room, watching our first Black & White TV, and we heard "Crunch, Crunch, Crack, Crack, Crunch", "Crunch, Crunch, Crack, Crack, Crunch", "Crunch, Crunch, Crack, Crack, Crunch". So we went over to the Hall, and opened the cellar door, and looked down the steps. There was "Mitzi" (our Family Dog) laying next to the pile of Hickory Nuts, chomping away, cracking nuts, eating the meat out of them, and sure enough----Leaving the shells lay on the floor. This Case Was Closed!!!
Bear
I almost peed myself! LOLOLOLOLOLO!
Thank you for that story, brightened my day...I still have our old Nutcracker & Picks too. (In my silverware drawer, in our kitchen).
In fact seeing those pics brought back another one of those Famous Bear Stories, so if you don't like them, "Head For The Hills", because here comes one:
We had a lot of Hickory Nut Trees on & off of our property, so we picked Tons of Hickory nuts. When some weren't quite ready yet, we used to lay them on newspaper on the basement floor until they dried out more. So one year, back during the '50s, for awhile Our Dad kept yelling at Me & Jim (My brother--RIP) for cracking Hickory nuts & leaving the shells lay on the floor. Dad would say, "I don't care if you guys eat some, but pick the damn shells up & throw them away. I knew I hadn't done it, so I'd just say "Wasn't Me".
Jim would say "Not Me!!". Dad would say, "Just don't let me catch the one that's doing it!!"
So one evening we're sitting in the living room, watching our first Black & White TV, and we heard "Crunch, Crunch, Crack, Crack, Crunch", "Crunch, Crunch, Crack, Crack, Crunch", "Crunch, Crunch, Crack, Crack, Crunch". So we went over to the Hall, and opened the cellar door, and looked down the steps. There was "Mitzi" (our Family Dog) laying next to the pile of Hickory Nuts, chomping away, cracking nuts, eating the meat out of them, and sure enough----Leaving the shells lay on the floor. This Case Was Closed!!!
Bear
And finally a pecan cracker and picks
Reminds me of christmas at moms house cracking walnuts as a kid.
Yes after I look through them some, I'm going to pick out a recipe or 3 to cook. I've started with the Southern Cooking book and it is separated by courses. Chapter One goes into the necessary items for a properly prepared kitchen such as utensils, measurements, appliances, charts on cooking times for meats, vegetables, breads, etc. Exact quote from the book about a refrigerator in the kitchen, "We have progressed in our standards of living until it seems essential today for every home to have a refrigerator."Wow, those are quite the finds. Are you going to try some of the recipes in those?