Hızlı ve kolay bir şekilde sende web site sahibi olmak istiyorsan tek yapman gereken sitenin aşağısında bulunan iletişim formu üzerinden gerekli bilgileri girmen. Hepsi bu kadar.
Sende web sitemize reklam vermek veya ilan vermek istiyorsan. Tek yapman gereken sitenin en altında bulunan yere iletişim bilgilerini girmen yeterli olacaktır. Ekip arkadaşlarımız siziznle iletişime gececektir.
Sende kalemine güveniyorsan web sitemizde bir şeyler paylaşmak yazmak istiyorsan siteinin en aşağısında bulunan iletişim formunu kullanarak bizimle iletişime gecebilirisni
 |
| Moviesid=01 Yaadon Ki Baaraat-1973 Big Archive Yaadon Ki Baaraat-1973 Summaries 5 |
|
| Moviesid=01 Yaadon Ki Baaraat-1973 Big Archive Yaadon Ki Baaraat-1973 Summaries 4 |
|
| Moviesid=01 Yaadon Ki Baaraat-1973 Big Archive Yaadon Ki Baaraat-1973 Summaries 3 |
|
| Moviesid=01 Yaadon Ki Baaraat-1973 Big Archive Yaadon Ki Baaraat-1973 Summaries 2 |
|
| Moviesid=01 Yaadon Ki Baaraat-1973 Big Archive Yaadon Ki Baaraat-1973 Summaries 1 |
|
| Moviesid=01 Yaadon Ki Baaraat-1973 Big Archive |
 |
| Six of the Morris kids, c.1930 |
We were all up early. Our father had the kitchen cook stove fired up with the split wood. The room was warm and cozy. We had opened our gifts of things we needed. Then we found games, books, and candy that we all shared.
Mother put on her Christmas apron, trimmed with red binding, and looked very festive. She got the griddle from its sturdy hook on the back of the pantry door. It showed an arc on the door from swinging back and forth when the door was opened and closed. The griddle was long and black, with handles molded on both ends. Mother used the stove lid lifter with a wire cage handle to slide the griddle to the heat of the stove. We were happy to be eating breakfast together and enjoying the smell of pancakes.
I stood by the stove with my elbows on my hips and held my plate rigid to get my pancakes. We had syrup and blackberry jam. The berries we had picked on a warm summer day, still glistening with the morning dew.
My father liked dried beef gravy on his pancakes. He liked to tell a story about our neighbor Lizzie B., who made gravy with the dried beef tied to the spoon. We laughed about the idea, but did not think it was true.
We had cups of hot Ovaltine and talked about our Christmas day that was just beginning.
Halloween was a scary time for us. We never participated in it. Neighbors would come, but I had my hiding place and was never interested in who came.
Thanksgiving was just a day home from school, but Mother always made a special dinner with turkey, pumpkin pie, and her canned vegetables. We all liked soup and Mother could make the best from almost anything. Of course, her soup with vegetables from the garden made us pick out things we liked best, but we ate it all. Potato soup was also very good. We weren’t so keen on eating onions but we ate them too.
My brothers worked in the mushroom houses in Avondale, Pennsylvania. They wore head lamps to see the mushrooms. They would bring home mushrooms not good enough for shipping. Mother would cream them and we liked them over toast. You had to acquire a taste for them, for that was dinner.
The snow would come in winter and cover everything. It would pile up until we would be walking over fence tops and, when the lane was dug out, the snow was piled over our heads. School was closed so we would sled and make things in the snow, knowing we had a warm house to come home to. Mother made snow ice cream. I never knew how she made it, but it was a winter treat on a snowy day.
Christmas was a time to get excited, but we never knew just why. We had a small cedar tree that sat on the round living room table. It had shiny balls and tinsel but, of course, no lights. Our presents were more like what we needed than special gifts. Mother cooked a goose, guinea hen, or maybe a pheasant and, of course, sweet potato pie and vegetables from the cellar, and maybe Jell-O from the icebox. Everyone was happy and well. Candy came in a five-pound box decorated with holly and Santa. We were eager to have some and could have our choice of what piece we wanted. When the box was nearly empty, we would ruffle through all the empty papers and were happy to find a last piece.
Wintertime kept us indoors a lot, but the cozy heat from the stove took the energy from us and we played more quietly.
Kayıtlar
Tüm Yorumlar
