My Great Grandma

When i start to think about my great grandma Christine, I always remember walking in to her house and remembering smelling that distinct smell. It always had what I used to call an " old people smell" to it, I remember her always telling  me these stories about when she was a kid and how they didn't have washers and dryers instead they had what they called wash boards. She would have to stand outside with a bucket of water and start scrubbing. My great grandma came from a very large family. Her parents were farmers so all her brothers were stuck farming with dad and the girls had to clean and cook inside. It sure is crazy how from generation to generation things can change.