by
JERRY
BLACKERBY

Great-grandmother, Mary Jane,
lived with her children after great-grandfather, John, died. Often she was
dissatisfied because she had nothing to do. She wanted to keep house again. She
longed to cook a meal.
In 1941, Mary Jane was about 85
when she came to stay with her daughter, Bessie, for a few months. Bessie had a
new Frigidaire refrigerator instead of an ice box and a coal oil cook-stove
instead of a wood cook-stove.
Mary Jane was restless after a few days. One
morning about
Bessie said, “Mother, would you
like to cook lunch today? You can use my kitchen any
time.”
“YES, I will
cook,” Mary Jane replied. She rushed into the kitchen and put an apron on over
her ankle-length dress. Mary Jane looked around the kitchen and opened first one
cabinet and then another. She got out a pan or two and turned around several
times without doing anything. She stared at the stove and
refrigerator.
Suddenly Mary Jane yanked off
the apron and swished back to her rocker. She said, “Fix your own dinner. I’M
NOT YOUR SERVANT!”
Mary Jane didn't want to use the
coal oil stove or open the refrigerator. She never did trust those “new fangled”
gadgets and was always saying the day would come when we'd be happy to go back
to cooking on a wood stove, cooling things in a window cooler or the well house,
and washing clothes in a wash pot with a rub board!
Mary Jane never again asked
to cook!