My grandparents lived on
a farm and rode to town
in a horse-drawn wagon.
Although I arrived on the scene years later, there was still time to enjoy the traditions.
Granny's vegetable garden was tilled with the help of a sweet mule pulling a one-row plow. It was hard work but the fresh veggies were well worth the effort!
To get water, we would go to the back yard, lower a wooden bucket into the well, fill our kitchen containers and take the water into the house.
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Eggs would magically
appear every morning.
Fresh milk was provided
by the sweetest Jersey cows. They were a beautiful caramel color and had loving personalities. Just don't oversleep! They will wake you up abruptly if you and your milking pail are not at the barn by 6:00 AM!
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In the mornings, Granny would put on her bonnet and trek out to the garden to pick the vegetables and sweet berries off the vine for dinner.
Fresh green beans, sun-ripened
tomatoes, berries, and sweet
carrots that gallantly tried to
escape by hiding extra deep in
the ground.
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Around 4:00 the kitchen would
be filled with so many delicious
aromas we could hardly wait to
eat! The vegetables and cornbread would be presented in old China bowls lined up across the countertops.
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Surrounded by an eclectic group of mis-matched chairs
the long wooden table would be covered with mounds
of southern fried chicken still in their cast iron skillets.
The home-made pecan, chocolate and lemon custard
pies were hidden in the fridge to be served later.
You see, in those days every farm family lived this way.
Days like these were normal, nothing special. But today
they would be diamonds. I would pay a fortune if you
could send me back.
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Most of the ladies making
calls to our sweet seniors
have had experience with helping care for
their own Mom or Dad.
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That has given them
empathy and compassion which helps them to
connect with your loved
ones in a sincere and loving way.
