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Until I was nine years old, I lived in Covington, Virginia in an old farmhouse. I remember vividly sights, smells, sounds, and feeling of the things in my house. In the tiny, country style kitchen the first things you see are huge sky blue water jugs. They were rough and the plastic was starting to wear away. When you picked them up the plastic would stick your hands. As your eyes wonder across the room the next thing you see, or hear, are the ancient washer and dryer we had. I would always think the
Next you would see the mustard yellow stove top and refrigerator. As you enter the living room you instantly smell the wintry smell of the fireplace. re was a tornado coming when the washer would turn to the spin cycle. The bathroom was old and the tub was stained yucky yellow from the well water that filled it. The smell of wet dog overwhelms you. Finally when you would glance down at the brown floors, which I once spilled a whole can of molasses on. Then as you exit the bathroom you see a door leading to the shed. I would hide under the table on the rug from my sisters. The house smelt like a burning wood stove. Then as you go back through the kitchen you enter the dining room. They were painted white whit Indian designs on them. After walking through the kitchen, you would enter the bathroom. Then as you look up you see what I called the "Indian" cabinets. Under the table sat an Oriental rug. I remember getting rug burn all the time from the thick rough carpet.
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