I had the honor to live in a well used house, once upon a time a hotel, the kitchen was in use and busy for 135 years and was the heart of this house. I was the 5th generation hostess.
I sometimes could feel and sense the busyness of the turn of the century activity, holding and using a bread bowl, wondering how many had done this very chore, tools and linens quietly hanging, in the old photographs that dotted the walls of the kitchen, groups of women preparing for the new day, all ages and manner of activities, smiling, and determined.
, I loved the early mornings in my country kitchen and was ever so grateful to be there.
Bless the hands that prepared the meals.
Bless the kitchen noises.