The kitchen is truly the heart of our home, a sanctuary of warmth and the rich, comforting scents of woodsmoke, yeast, and savory stews. The large, formidable cast-iron cookstove dominates one wall, its surface always warm, casting a gentle, ruddy glow that reflects off Mother's meticulously scrubbed white enamel counters. Underfoot, the cheerful yellow linoleum, though slightly scuffed and worn around the edges, still offers a bright burst of color, a resilient contrast to the sturdy, dark pine table that anchors the room. A massive, insulated oak icebox stands proudly in the corner, an essential modern marvel that relies on the predictable block of ice delivered by Mr. Henderson twice a week. Above the deep, practical cast-iron sink, a single, bare electric bulb casts a soft, buttery light, illuminating the everyday simple gathering of our family, where we find solace and strength amidst the gentle crackling of the fire and the comforting hum of domestic life. See more