Wednesday February 25, 1914
Clear, cold, Thermometer 3 above this morning. Margaret Ironed. I feel very unwell, my nerves seem to be causing the trouble, but I feel weak in my limbs, and my heart to active. Very difficult to keep from shaking at times. Tomorrow morning we Churn. I wonder if I will be able to make the butter, I hope I can. Harry gone to West Chester tonight. I sent letter to brother Sam.
What a 1914 kitchen might look like.
Vintage butter churn, capable of several pounds of butter.
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