>My Montgomerys left the Saltville, Washington Co. area in 1873 and settled >in Greenup Co., KY. I am sure the homemaking ways of my grandmother >(b.1874) were passed down from her Virginia ancestors. I can remember her >singing "Kemo Kymo" but have no idea what it meant. In the 1940s I spent >part of my summers with my oldest aunt on the farm. I loved going there >and felt like I was really roughing it. By the standards of her neighbors >they were "well off". Her cellar had sloping rock walls with iris and >other flowers growing between the rocks. Atop the cellar was the >smokehouse. They had a large screened back porch where they ate in summer >and in the corner was a well box. I thought it was really clever that >they didn't have to go outside to draw water. Has anyone else ever seen >such a well? Later on she got fancy and had a little red pump and sink >installed. She boiled the men's overalls with lye soap in an iron pot over >an open fire. She made apple butter in a copper kettle outside and the >aroma was wonderful. She had a "safe", a cherry cabinet with glass doors, >where the leftover buscuits and cornbread were kept by a jar of jam. A >hungry kid could always find a snack there. Her garden was bordered with >dahlias and people would stop just to admire her flowers. >I always wondered how she knew when I had sneaked into the sauerkrout jar. >It was years later when I realized I had probably left dirty hand prints on >the white cloth covering the kraut. She taught me that the proper way to >make a feather bed was to take the broom handle and smooth it out. I hope >I haven't misused the list with these loving recollections. > >Sue McN. > >This just in from my 89 yr. old mother: Kemo Kymo Hick to my hack Hit him on the back With my bootjack.