About Postum, my father drank it when I was young and me too. I drank coffee at grandma's house with milk and sugar until I drank so much that I gat a bad headache. I was abut 6 or 7. Still a java hound.
It is the EL alive and well run by the CTA,(Chicago Transit Authority). It runs north west and south of the city. Here it is traveling the loop. I think on Wabash Ave. Part of the downtown is known as "the loop". Stauffers restaurant is on the right, My mother would take me there to eat...
Watching Poirot also, my little grey cells like the plots, Captain Hastings Lagonda, his jolly good denseness and Oh the art deco everywhere. Cannot forget the stylishness of the women and the men.
Raised in Oak Park Illinois. He said," a town of broad lawns and narrow minds." I used to live in the town next to it. Beautiful architecture, expensive, artsy and Frank Lloyd Wright studio.
I too love your home. Mine has many things handed down to me from parents to great grandparents, they have great meaning for me. My Dad was a Studebaker man. If you look in an old cookbook from the late 19th to early 20th century it usually has ways to judge the heat of an oven by how long...
When I was 4 or 5 years old we lived in northern Wisconsin and mother cooked on a wood stove. I burnt my ear on it one time, ouch. That is where we got our hot water from too. Your house and meals look grand, love the dinning room.
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