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When I was in second grade, my mother was very sick. I had to get myself off to school every morning. I got dressed, went to the barn to feed and water the chickens, collect the eggs and then back to the house where I cooked my eggs in my own cast iron frying pan. Then washed up and walked to the bus stop. My mother frequently apologized for being so ill. But she did teach each of us to cook and do laundry so we would be able to fend for ourselves someday. Mom got better in spite of the doctors and turns 87 this year. My Mrs. Brags about my cooking to the women folk.