My Grandparents passed away in the early 1960s. They had gotten married in 1912, and lived on a ranch in the Texas Hill Country.
They had modernized the house with one light bulb in the ceiling of each room, and a telephone, but nothing else.
They still used a wood burning stove. It might be my imagination, but I think everything tasted much better from it.
I don't know where she got the flour for it, but my Grandmother still made that black German bread.
Nothing from the grocery store ever tasted half as good as what she made.