Dry Sink Memory

Good morning sweet dear friends

I cannot believe this month is almost over already can you?

Most of you who have been following me for awhile

know that I spent my Summers on both

 my paternal and maternal grandparents homesteads.

My paternal grandparents were pretty wealthy back in their day.

My maternal grandparents were not so well off.

However, I loved spending my time with both, 

and actually my love for prim goodies came from my maternal gramma B.

Gramma B did not have running water in her farmhouse.

Which means no toilet or shower.
Yes, we used an outhouse to do our business

 and a cast iron tub to bathe in.

Unlike the drysink I have,

she actually used her dry sink to wash dishes.

She had a black pump on the side like mine (hers was a bit taller though)

I also remember her drysink having shelves underneath 

were she kept her enamelware. 

Also  a wire rack holding her soap like I have also done.

Gramma B had a large enamelware tub inside her drysink.

She would pump water into a cast iron kettle

and boil the water on her woodstove.
(No furnace either)

Once the water was boiled, she added her dishes and silverware

to the tub and poured boiling water over all.

She let it sit a bit  and then scrubbed them.

Once they were scrubbed she would rinse them in another enamelware tub

which was located on the cupbaord next to the drysink.

She would towel dry everything and put away underneath.

I feel blessed to be able to enjoy my current drysink and all of my
other treasures,
but also blessed to have actually lived this way when I was a child.
It truly makes you appreciate what you have and to cherish what God has given.
Be blessed my friends!

I hope everyone enjoys the rest of their week.

A Truly Primitive Blessings To All!
Janice