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A cold, penetrating February chill pervaded a farm house in northern Iowa. It was 2: 30 a. m. A light suddenly flashed on and the huddled figure of a woman hurried into a cold kitchen, kindled a fire in the wood stove and stood shivering until the milk for the baby's night feeding was heated. She did not give any particular thought to this duty-it was repeated every night-nor did she begrudge the effort, even though her teeth did chatter and the fire refused to start. She was the baby's mother.
"What About Electricity for the Farm Kitchen?,"
The Iowa Homemaker: Vol. 6
, Article 13.
Available at: https://lib.dr.iastate.edu/homemaker/vol6/iss5/13