"GRANDMA'S SPECAIL PAGE"
A POEM JUST FOR YOU GRANDMA
Grandmother, on a winter's day.
Milked the cows and fed them hay.
Slopped the hogs, and saddled the mule,
And got the children off to school;
Did a washing, mopped the floors.
Washed windows, and did some chores,
Cooked a dish of home-dried fruit,
Pressed her husband's Sunday suit.
Swept the parlor, made the bed,
Baked a dozen loaves of bread,
Split some firwood and lugged in
Enough to fill the kitchen bin;
Cleaned the lamps and put in oil
Stewed some apples she thought would spoil,
Churned the butter, baked a cake,
Then exclaimed "For goodness sake,
The calves have got out of the pen."
Went out and chased them in again.
Gathered the eggs and backed the stable,
Back to the house and set the table,
Cooked a supper that was delicious
And afterwards washed up all the dishes,
Fed the cat and sprinkled the clothes,
Mended a basketful of hose;
Then she opened the organ and began to play,
"When you come to the end of a Perfect Day."
Author Unknown
GRANDMA'S BLUE RIBBON'S WINNING QUILTS
