While growing up in Indiana on my grandfather's farm, he would take a loaf of the cheapest white bread available and toast it in the oven. Somehow this practice gave it a better taste than with a toaster.
We would butter (not oleo) the toast and dip it in our coffee, devouring the entire loaf for breakfast. Then, we would both tackle a crossword puzzle.
That was my reward after tending to the chickens, ducks and pigs (no goats). Afterward, I attended the wood pile to split logs for the coming winter, still months away.
Try doing any of the above with an xBox in the home today.
BTW, there was no plumbing. An outhouse was used when nature called, and a hand pump was our only source of water. Luckily, the water table was only a few feet deep, where pounding a sand point to a mere sixteen feet below grade for crystal clear, and fresh tasting water was sufficient.
Later in the day, I would walk two miles to the small town store and purchase a 6oz Coke for a nickle. To this day, I've yet to experience that same taste from those tiny bottles.
There's an app for that..
