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cook n home
    cook
  • someone who cooks food
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  • prepare a hot meal; "My husband doesn't cook"
  • Heat food and cause it to thicken and reduce in volume
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  • English navigator who claimed the east coast of Australia for Britain and discovered several Pacific islands (1728-1779)
    home
  • at or to or in the direction of one's home or family; "He stays home on weekends"; "after the game the children brought friends home for supper"; "I'll be home tomorrow"; "came riding home in style"; "I hope you will come home for Christmas"; "I'll take her home"; "don't forget to write home"
  • home(a): used of your own ground; "a home game"
  • Made, done, or intended for use in the place where one lives
  • provide with, or send to, a home
  • Of or relating to the place where one lives
  • Relating to one's own country and its domestic affairs

William Cook 1803 1902
William Cook 1803 1902
A Memorial of William Cook ( June 20 1803, Deep Water, N C. to Dec 31 1902 Grant, Indiana) Written by son Nathan W. Cook (July 10, 1847 to April 1916) We go back in memory To the state of North Carolina, The year of eighteen hundred and three, Were William Cook began life so free. To Indiana's county of Wayne, Over hills, rivers and valleys they came, About eighteen hundred and ten, With Wagons, teams and men. And when to manhood's estate he grew, The shoemaker's trade he knew. He also chooses the farmer's live And takes unto himself a wife. Ruth Small was her name, From Grayson, Virginia she came With Gideon and Sarah, her father and mother, Brothers and sisters, we know of no other. They were married in November, In the Friends church each a member, In the year eighteen hundred and twenty-six, The place and date they had fixed. They settled on a farm three miles or so From the county town. See the family grow. The forty acre farm they plan to sell To buy a larger place, they could hardly tell. But from the county of Wayne Pioneers to Grant they came Began their new home in 1848, Having moved their family in state. They settled in Franklin, then new Selecting a site in section thirty-two. With perseverance and hard labor, And help from this boys and a neighbor, A place is cleared in the wood, And soon a house of logs there stood. The place selected, a cosy nook, For the home of William Cook. Three daughters were there And six sons to bear and share The toil of clearing the forest away For the fields of wheat, corn, and hay. In this home the parents began to plan. Off the corner of the farm a school began. The children must be educated, too; So a house was built, of logs all new. In this home, a place of worship began; But soon another place outran. To the school house every Sabbath they came Until demands were made for another change. Then we see Maple Run rise in view; An established church coming this way, too. In the home of William Cook, this plan Of church and school began. Time is swiftly fleeing by, In memory we heave a sigh. From the family tie a link is broken; Jonathan, a soldier boy, is taken. Then in eighteen hundred and seventy-three The mother met an accident, you see, In a flock of sheep, one struck her down, 'Tis sad to relate. But she was ready for her crown. He giveth, He taketh, He knoweth best; The Lord, to whose home she has gone to rest. God sendeth our troubles one at a time, But our joys make haste in troops divine. And now to Kansas' hills and valleys to see, In February eighteen hundred and eighty-three, Father William goes on the cars that whistle through To Baxter Springs and Cherokee county too. A visit to his daughter, Charity, He had long planned to go to see; And other relatives and friends out there, His visit with them to share. For seven months he took a rest In those Kansas home out west, And then to Iowa, on his return To see his sister Rachel, was his concern. A week with his sister was their delight, To talk of past and present both day and night. But time sped along and he must come away, Although short had been the stay. Then parting words were said; Over hills, rivers and valleys he sped To his home in Grant county. The trip ended. The western visit in memory extended. The twentieth of the beautiful month of June When so many flowers are in bloom, Was William Cook's birthday so fine; The writer of this the youngest of nine. Each year we celebrate his birthday With a fine dinner, and all so gay, They enjoy themselves for his sake; Neighbors, friends, relatives from other States. They came by dozens, till the number grew To a hundred or so. You hardly knew How many came, unless you counted the same. Then the count was hardly correct without the name. It was June twentieth, eighteen hundred and ninety-four, At the home of grandfather Cook, an open door For all relatives and neighbors to dine, In the shade upon the lawn so fine. A company of a hundred or more, Bringing baskets filled with food in store; In generations, they are five. A picture is made, while all survive. That picture did not represent The parties by birth, to any extent. So another was planned, Made all together, while they stand. It was nineteen hundred, the fourth of September; The date and time I so well remember. This time at Swayze we all meet, And the picture of five generations was complete. June twentieth, nineteen hundred and one, A preacher sang a song in the Indian tongue. From Miami Indian nation he came; Jeremiah Hubbard was his name. He preached from Psalm 133, a sermon on unity, The address being excellent for the community. Then the Rev. Clarkson Shawley did respond, Followed by good remarks by Calvin Bond. The young people singing songs between, Now, this is true and just as it was seen. The number of persons eighty-eight, as stated, And only t
"Home cooking?"
"Home cooking?"
One of the many tourist-trap restaurants around PA amish country, Good N Plenty is...well, one of those two things. I was really looking forward to filling up on authentic old-style home cooking. Unfortunately, this place decided that they were going to go for volume over value. While they probably clear an astronomical profit margin, everything screams mass-produced. If you're ever in Bird-in-Hand, PA, do your a favor and find some *real* mom and pop place that deserves your business.

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