She loved to visit and had a wonderful sense of humor, mostly about her own mistakes. She did everything at double speed, which often caused accidents that could have been serious, but turned into humorous stories later on.
One incident was when she was in a hurry cooking a chicken in the pressure cooker. She didn’t take the time to let the steam escape sufficiently before she released the lid. The chicken literally exploded from the pot, hitting the low ceiling before skidding across the kitchen floor. How she managed not to be scalded must have been due to her guardian angel. Another time she turned the gas on in the oven and let it build up a bit too long before striking the match to light it. The whoosh of flames that erupted from the oven singed off her eyebrows and melted her hairnet, but otherwise left her unharmed. Oh, she had a great laugh when retelling that story. One time she read a story out loud to our family all one evening. She got so tickled with the story line that tears were running down her face until she couldn’t catch her breath to continue. The family was nearly rolling on the floor, not because of the story, but because her laughter was infectious.
In addition to raising four children, and helping her husband with the farm, Nora raised hundreds of chickens each summer. She sold eggs, & fryers to folks in town. There was also a large vegetable garden, so every year she filled the root cellar shelves with colorful jars of canned goods to carry the family through the winter with delicious meals.
She was always up at daylight and out the door doing hard chores, feeding the chickens, milking some cows, or working in the garden before coming in to fix breakfast, clean the house, doing cooking, baking, the wash, and taking care of the children. Yet she always had time to lend a helping hand to a sick neighbor, sometimes sitting up all night to nurse them. Also taking food to those who were ill, or had a death in their family. Once or twice she even bathed and dressed someone who had died. She was very involved with church activities and played the piano at church services.
One incident was when she was in a hurry cooking a chicken in the pressure cooker. She didn’t take the time to let the steam escape sufficiently before she released the lid. The chicken literally exploded from the pot, hitting the low ceiling before skidding across the kitchen floor. How she managed not to be scalded must have been due to her guardian angel. Another time she turned the gas on in the oven and let it build up a bit too long before striking the match to light it. The whoosh of flames that erupted from the oven singed off her eyebrows and melted her hairnet, but otherwise left her unharmed. Oh, she had a great laugh when retelling that story. One time she read a story out loud to our family all one evening. She got so tickled with the story line that tears were running down her face until she couldn’t catch her breath to continue. The family was nearly rolling on the floor, not because of the story, but because her laughter was infectious.
In addition to raising four children, and helping her husband with the farm, Nora raised hundreds of chickens each summer. She sold eggs, & fryers to folks in town. There was also a large vegetable garden, so every year she filled the root cellar shelves with colorful jars of canned goods to carry the family through the winter with delicious meals.
She was always up at daylight and out the door doing hard chores, feeding the chickens, milking some cows, or working in the garden before coming in to fix breakfast, clean the house, doing cooking, baking, the wash, and taking care of the children. Yet she always had time to lend a helping hand to a sick neighbor, sometimes sitting up all night to nurse them. Also taking food to those who were ill, or had a death in their family. Once or twice she even bathed and dressed someone who had died. She was very involved with church activities and played the piano at church services.
She loved to visit and had a wonderful sense of humor, mostly about her own mistakes. She did everything at double speed, which often caused accidents that could have been serious, but turned into humorous stories later on.
One incident was when she was in a hurry cooking a chicken in the pressure cooker. She didn’t take the time to let the steam escape sufficiently before she released the lid. The chicken literally exploded from the pot, hitting the low ceiling before skidding across the kitchen floor. How she managed not to be scalded must have been due to her guardian angel. Another time she turned the gas on in the oven and let it build up a bit too long before striking the match to light it. The whoosh of flames that erupted from the oven singed off her eyebrows and melted her hairnet, but otherwise left her unharmed. Oh, she had a great laugh when retelling that story. One time she read a story out loud to our family all one evening. She got so tickled with the story line that tears were running down her face until she couldn’t catch her breath to continue. The family was nearly rolling on the floor, not because of the story, but because her laughter was infectious.
In addition to raising four children, and helping her husband with the farm, Nora raised hundreds of chickens each summer. She sold eggs, & fryers to folks in town. There was also a large vegetable garden, so every year she filled the root cellar shelves with colorful jars of canned goods to carry the family through the winter with delicious meals.
She was always up at daylight and out the door doing hard chores, feeding the chickens, milking some cows, or working in the garden before coming in to fix breakfast, clean the house, doing cooking, baking, the wash, and taking care of the children. Yet she always had time to lend a helping hand to a sick neighbor, sometimes sitting up all night to nurse them. Also taking food to those who were ill, or had a death in their family. Once or twice she even bathed and dressed someone who had died. She was very involved with church activities and played the piano at church services.
One incident was when she was in a hurry cooking a chicken in the pressure cooker. She didn’t take the time to let the steam escape sufficiently before she released the lid. The chicken literally exploded from the pot, hitting the low ceiling before skidding across the kitchen floor. How she managed not to be scalded must have been due to her guardian angel. Another time she turned the gas on in the oven and let it build up a bit too long before striking the match to light it. The whoosh of flames that erupted from the oven singed off her eyebrows and melted her hairnet, but otherwise left her unharmed. Oh, she had a great laugh when retelling that story. One time she read a story out loud to our family all one evening. She got so tickled with the story line that tears were running down her face until she couldn’t catch her breath to continue. The family was nearly rolling on the floor, not because of the story, but because her laughter was infectious.
In addition to raising four children, and helping her husband with the farm, Nora raised hundreds of chickens each summer. She sold eggs, & fryers to folks in town. There was also a large vegetable garden, so every year she filled the root cellar shelves with colorful jars of canned goods to carry the family through the winter with delicious meals.
She was always up at daylight and out the door doing hard chores, feeding the chickens, milking some cows, or working in the garden before coming in to fix breakfast, clean the house, doing cooking, baking, the wash, and taking care of the children. Yet she always had time to lend a helping hand to a sick neighbor, sometimes sitting up all night to nurse them. Also taking food to those who were ill, or had a death in their family. Once or twice she even bathed and dressed someone who had died. She was very involved with church activities and played the piano at church services.
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