Mrs. Twicker was a farmer's daughter from Westmorland, and...her housekeeping was that of the north, and it was her boast that her husband had never eaten baker's bread except for a week at the birth of their various children. Her kitchen with a huge open range, her little dairy with bowls of cream on stone shelves, her wash-house and copper, her mangle, were all the subject of enthusiastic praise [by her young visitors. When one of them broke their buttons by over-enthusiastically using the washing mangle,] to the kitchen [they returned]. From a chest of drawers Mrs. Twicker got a large basket, once lined with quilted blue satin, and full of all sorts of enchanting odds and ends,...among them a shell-box containing apparently one of each kind of button in the world. Mrs. Twicker, putting on a much-worn thimble with an agate top, sewed them on, while the boys looked at the dough that was rising in a big earthenware bowl before the fire, and the chicks that were being raised by hand in warm flannel in a basket, with a cat taking care of them. When Mrs. Twicker had finished the [button repair] she took the dough out of the bowl and shaped it into loaves for baking. Each visitor was allowed to prick his initials on the top of a loaf, and Mrs. Twicker promised them that each should have some of his own loaf next morning....It was at this point that Swan said he would like to live there forever.
An interesting glimpse of a 1930s British home
from the wonderful Angela Thirkell's Summer Half, published in the UK in 1937: