My mother’s kitchen

Blue would be the word… The walls, cupboards and decorative items. It seemed to work, but then maybe we were not taking a lot of notice. I do remember one of the later editions which took pride of place on the mantle piece which was a glass rooster. I am assuming that our mother bought that in Italy on one of her trips. That mantle piece held an assortment of other items, we had a beautiful timber clock with an etched glass window, a set of tin cannisters for the sugar, flour, tea and biscuits, two blue and white plates and of course the rooster.

The kitchen was narrow, which at breakfast time could be quite a challenge for us all to get our breakfast (all, being at that time, 4 children and our Dad), but we seemed to manage. Our older brothers would often organise breakfast for my younger sister and I, our father having taken one of the papers and a cup of coffee to our mother who was still in bed. She was smart keeping out of the way. Dad would spread himself out over the sink area with his paper and breakfast. I could never understand why we just didn’t go into the dining room which would have made it so much easier, but that didn’t happen until we were a lot older.

Originally there was a free standing cupboard with stain glass windows but eventually that disappeared and “modern” built in cupboards replaced it. A refrigerator replaced the ice box, a stainless steel sink replaced the ceramic trough and wooden drainer, but the sliding cupboards stayed… oh my, not a good idea as they never worked properly.

We started off with a wooden table, but times changed and laminex and chrome took over and the new table and chairs arrived. We could only fit two chairs due to the narrow kitchen but again we managed, even if at times a place to sit was on the end of the sink or the little milking stool.

The one constant was a gas stove and oven, the wood stove having been removed before my time.

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