Burtons Farm

Mama's Mama, on a cold winter day, milked the cows and fed them hay; slopped the hogs, saddled the mule, and got the children off to school. Did the washing, scrubbed the floors, washed the windows and did the chores. Cooked a dish of home-dried fruit, pressed her husbands Sunday suit. Swept the parlor and made the bed, baked a dozen loaves of bread. Split some firewood, lugged it in, enough to fill the kitchen bin. Cleaned the lamps and put in oil, stewed some apples she thought might spoil; churned the butter, baked a cake, looked out and said" For mercy's sake! The calves are out of their pen!"....Went out and put them in again. Gathered the eggs, and locked the stable; Returned to the house and set the table, cooked a supper that was delicious, afterwards washed all the dishes. Fed the cat, sprinkled the clothes, mended a basket full of clothes, then opened the organ and began to play, "When you come to the end of a perfect day."