The Ward family originated in Guilford, Indiana and Grandpa had an apple orchard and small vegetable farm and Grandma baked, raised 5 children and helped on the farm - they were of necessity a frugal clan one that used everything of anything they may have gotten hold of. They would purchase a cow, fatten it up, then when it was the correct size, butcher it and use almost the entire animal in one way or the other. My grandparents were also of the generation where one used each and everything that might come your way. I was at a young age introduced into the art of butchering a cow and a hog. All was done on the farm and no freezing of the meat, it was either salted or kept cool in the spring house or by blocks of ice purchased when needed.
My grandparents also were of the opinion that if it was on your dinner plate you ate it, like it or not. Each meal had fresh milk from the milk cow. Chickens ran freely around the homestead and fresh daily eggs thanks to the chickens. Grandpa even had a natural alarm clock called a rooster. That darn thing made the biggest racket I ever heard at sun rise every day , seven days a week. Toilet facilities were of course an out house and it was some distance from the house and no where near the well. Grandma Ward would tell me stories of when they first came to York Ridge she had to beat the wolves away when she went for water. Being a city boy, this was almost beyond reality until I got old enough to go and stay for a short time with my grandparents. And at that time, my true education on the reality of life began.