Pancakes, ice cream, cakes, and dentists

 

For breakfast, we had pancakes. My dad always had cornflakes and pancakes. We never had eggs or bacon or anything like that...not like people usually eat for breakfast now.

We made ice cream; we didn't buy it. In an ice cream mixer, you mixed milk and sugar and what you needed to make it. Then you put ice all around it and turned it and turned it until you had ice cream.

Mom never made anything real sweet for us—not a lot of sugar ever; and when she baked a cake on Saturdays, the cake frosting was always thin, not thick.

Yet, us kids all had bad teeth. I used to hate those visits to the dentist. They would drill right down and raise you ten feet off the chair.

Photos from Mary's photo album