Mondays with Mother ~ Part 29

As we draw closer to the Thanksgiving holiday here in the States, I fondly recall many of my childhood Turkey days.  The year is 1968, and here my mother is cleaning up after our big meal.  The turkey has already been devoured, and the dreaded clean up begins.  I see the required pastel colored Tupperware piled up, waiting to be filled with leftovers.  Notice the electric coffee pot is already plugged in and perking away.  Dessert will be served shortly.  Can you smell it?  I do, and I can also hear the psssheww, psssheww, psssheww rhythmic brewing sound, emanating from that statuesque aluminum coffee pot.

Our kitchen had been recently renovated, with new cabinets, back splash, and stainless steel sink.  Looks like maybe the money ran out when it came to replacing the fridge, as that beige one might be an earlier model.   However, the creme de la creme, was the new pull out range, and attached upper glass doors oven.  My mother was so happy with her "state of the art" kitchen redo.  This was the kitchen forever etched in my mind, the first room you came upon when entering our home.  The last room you walked through when departing.  The center of my happy childhood memories.  Did you have a favorite room in your childhood home?  I would be delighted to hear.