For this column, I’m going to share some excerpts from my mother, Elizabeth Coblentz’s, columns from November 1994. Joe and I lived in a house trailer across the driveway from Dad and Mom and had only daughter Elizabeth.

It is Monday, and such a nasty wash day. The wash is drying, but the rain made me take some bedding in; but now that the rain has quit, I hung it back outside. So much being on the clothesline. I just hope it dries. It looks dark in the northwest sky again. We are drying some clothes on a rack inside, in front of the Hitzer wood-burning stove. Now would be a good time to throw the wash in a dryer, but that’s life around here... no electricity. But I always think hanging the wash outside makes for such a fresher smell.

Sunday morning, we had breakfast with daughter Lovina

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