THE HOME WITHOUT A KITCHEN
There are homes without a bedroom, where davenetts suffice,
There are homes where parlors play no leading part;
There are homes that have no dining-room, no pantry nor bath,
But the home without a kitchen is a home without a heart.
It’s a sort of filling station to a boy of nine or ten,
It’s the family trysting place with apple pie,
And the smell of hot, brown, ginger-bread upon a frosty night
Is a memory you’ll cherish till you die.
It’s the room where you’ll find mother, where little folks can come
to tell their troubles and have broken hearts made whole;
Oh, a house can be most anything, a mansion or a shack,
But a house without a kitchen is a home without a soul.
Poem by Miranda Snow Walton
“From Rags to Riches – A History of Hilliard and Bear River”
by Margaret Moore Lester
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