The Hermitage, Home of Old HickoryHorn, Stanley F.
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The Hermitage, Home of Old Hickory
Horn, Stanley F.
Hermitage (Hermitage, Tenn.); Jackson, Andrew, 1767-1845 -- Homes and haunts -- Tennessee -- Hermitage
Just to the rear of the dining-room wing of the house is the
semi-detached brick kitchen, with its big open fireplace, where all the
family’s meals were prepared during the years of the old house’s
occupancy. The kitchen separate from the house served to eliminate the
noise and heat and odors of cooking, so far as the family and guests
were concerned. It multiplied the task of serving the meals, but of what
importance was that when labor was so plentiful? In the kitchen may be
seen the cooking appliances used in the early days when there were fowls
and huge roasts on the spits in front of the fire, potatoes boiling in
the big pot on the crane, and doubtless hoecakes on the griddle and hot
biscuits in the oven. Aunt Betty was the cook during the early days and
up until the time she died in 1852; and in those days the cook ruled the
kitchen with an iron hand. There were swarms of little black girls to
keep the fire going and turn the spits and sweep the ashes and bring
water from the springhouse and carry dishes to the dining room—and Aunt
Betty was their boss. Housewives of today, accustomed to the culinary
conveniences afforded by electric ranges and other modern trappings,
wonder how Aunt Betty, cooking on an open fireplace, could prepare the
food for a big family and a house generally full of guests. But those
were the days of simple fare, simply prepared; and Aunt Betty was a
master of that art.
Behind the kitchen is the big brick smokehouse—empty now, but a century
ago filled with the great supply of hams and bacon needed for the
feeding of a large household and a hundred slaves—not to mention the
numerous guests. A normal supply of meat when hogs were killed and the
hams and sides salted down and smoked was from 20,000 to 25,000 pounds.
Today only its dark, smoke-stained rafters remain to tell of all the
succulent country hams that once hung there, but there still clings
about it an elusive and entrancing aroma reminiscent of the days when it
was stocked with the plantation’s supply of meat. At hog-killing
time—the first freezing weather in the early winter—a big fireplace in
the cellar of the big house was used to heat water to scald the hogs and
also for rendering the lard in the big black iron kettles.
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