Can Cold Water wash dishes?
The old "Grandpa", a widower, had retired, turned the farm over to his Son, and moved into the old "home-place" nearby. It was a small log-cabin consisting of a bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, and small living room with a large lean-to porch and it was heated with a wood-stove.
Grandpa spent his days walking through the nearby woods with his dog, sometimes hunting, sometimes digging ginseng or collecting mushrooms. Sometimes he would fish in the stream that ran through the property.
One day, his dog flushed a Wild Turkey and Grandpa shot it with his .22 pistol. After carrying the bird home and "dressing it out", Grandpa realized that he had far too much food there for just himself and his dog. So, he called his daughter-in-law on the cell-phone she had given him and invited the family over for lunch and Supper the following day, a Saturday.
Grandpa put his 25 lb turkey to cookin' in his home-made smoker and set about making stuffing, pie, etc. on his woodstove which was also his only source of heat and/or hot water.
After dinner (lunch) on Saturday, his daughter-in-law drew a pail of water and set it on the woodstove and began putting wood inside the stove. Grandpa asked what she was doing and she replied that she was going to heat some water to "do the dishes".
"Not necessary", said Grandpa. "I'll use Cold Water to wash the dishes later. Cold Water washes the dishes just fine.
So the family adjourned to the porch to socialize.
Later, they needed to return to the Farm for a short while to feed the animals, but they returned for Supper. Grandpa, once again, had set a large and beautiful table of food, which they all enjoyed.
After Supper, the daughter-in-law once again started to heat some water to do the dishes.
"Not necessary", said Grandpa. "Cold Water will wash the dishes."
So, out on the porch they all went..and his Son suggested that they do a little hunting before dark. Grandpa agreed, grabbed up his shotgun and pistol and headed around toward the back of the cabin.
"Where are you goin' Dad?" asked his Son.
"Just gettin my ole "huntin' dog". Grandpa replied. "Come here, Cold Water ! ", he hollered as the Black and Tan came joyfully running up to him.
The old "Grandpa", a widower, had retired, turned the farm over to his Son, and moved into the old "home-place" nearby. It was a small log-cabin consisting of a bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, and small living room with a large lean-to porch and it was heated with a wood-stove.
Grandpa spent his days walking through the nearby woods with his dog, sometimes hunting, sometimes digging ginseng or collecting mushrooms. Sometimes he would fish in the stream that ran through the property.
One day, his dog flushed a Wild Turkey and Grandpa shot it with his .22 pistol. After carrying the bird home and "dressing it out", Grandpa realized that he had far too much food there for just himself and his dog. So, he called his daughter-in-law on the cell-phone she had given him and invited the family over for lunch and Supper the following day, a Saturday.
Grandpa put his 25 lb turkey to cookin' in his home-made smoker and set about making stuffing, pie, etc. on his woodstove which was also his only source of heat and/or hot water.
After dinner (lunch) on Saturday, his daughter-in-law drew a pail of water and set it on the woodstove and began putting wood inside the stove. Grandpa asked what she was doing and she replied that she was going to heat some water to "do the dishes".
"Not necessary", said Grandpa. "I'll use Cold Water to wash the dishes later. Cold Water washes the dishes just fine.
So the family adjourned to the porch to socialize.
Later, they needed to return to the Farm for a short while to feed the animals, but they returned for Supper. Grandpa, once again, had set a large and beautiful table of food, which they all enjoyed.
After Supper, the daughter-in-law once again started to heat some water to do the dishes.
"Not necessary", said Grandpa. "Cold Water will wash the dishes."
So, out on the porch they all went..and his Son suggested that they do a little hunting before dark. Grandpa agreed, grabbed up his shotgun and pistol and headed around toward the back of the cabin.
"Where are you goin' Dad?" asked his Son.
"Just gettin my ole "huntin' dog". Grandpa replied. "Come here, Cold Water ! ", he hollered as the Black and Tan came joyfully running up to him.
