"There was a time when I cleaned and filled kerosene
lamps each day; when I carried water from the stream up the
steep little hillside to the house; when I heated water on a wood
stove and washed over a board - and laboriously tended the
heavy irons in the same manner. When I placed perishables
in a little wire cage outside a north window and hung my meat
in the garage - striving (vainly at times) to keep things from
freezing too hard or from spoiling in the heat. When, in my craft
work, I sewed and polished by hand - when I slept under a pile
of heavy quilts and blankets, on those 50-degree below nights
which left me as weary each morning as I had been when I went
to bed.

          "For the brilliant light which comes at the touch of my finger -
for the water which flows at my command (hot or cold), for all the
wonder-working appliances which ease my day, for the soft, light
blanket which keeps me toasty, warm in any temperature - for
these- and oh so many things I THANK YOU! Not only this time of
year, but every day of the every year - I say it gratefully and I
remember 'the good old days' when there was no electricity to
lighten and brighten my world."