Good Monday morning everybody. I’m ready for coffee. It looks cold and wet outside, but I think we got over an inch of welcome rainfall.
I stayed home yesterday due to different health issues and since I missed church and also club Wednesday. I don’t have much news.
Karen came one morning bringing me some arugula to sample so we’d know whether to plant some. So we all agree it is very good and that will be the something new this year.
And Kasey came an evening before the rain and did my chores. He put up a new smoke alarm and planted my tubs with lettuce, etc.
Burr came to take my garbage and to pick-up cans and had coffee with me. He keeps my pellets in the stove for me. If he happens to be gone anytime I can always depend on Trish who comes four days a week. She is my efficient aide and I appreciate her efforts very much. She makes it possible for me to stay home. I have been very blessed with the aides I’ve had and I love them all. So hi to Teresa, Vonda, Nicole and Trish.
I talked via phone with Retha Trent. Retha is older than me and lives home with no help and she still drives, as does Hester Tidwell, amazing stalwart Ozark woman!
Retha had daughter, Donna, and a friend visiting from Texas. They are teachers there. Donna comes every summer to spend vacation time with Mom. I was sorry I missed them when they stopped by club Wednesday.
My granddaughters, Ruby Lee and Nicole Wynn, had birthdays this month. Ruby’s was the 7th and Nikki’s was on the first day of spring. Happy times my dears.
I appreciate Barb Scott for the can of jalapenos. The best I’ve ever eaten and I have eaten on them every day since Burr dropped them off. I had a pan of fresh cornbread and I’ve found myself having a saucer with nothing but jalapenos and cornbread on it. Certainly cuts down on cooking. You must put the recipe on Facebook.
My son, Kasey, is an avid gardener. As I remember he was very reluctant when I coerced him into planting his first attempt he was hooked. He and I talked of my times passed when he came Friday and mostly of gardening. He was interested in my remembrances of always helping in the large garden my parents and grandparents co-planted and harvested. We girls always worked with them and set out gallons of onion sets on big wide beds. The garden chore I disliked was picking up dirty old potatoes. Daddy plowed them up with his trusty necessary garden horse. We picked up bucket after bucket of potatoes to be stored in the cellar, enough to feed two families all winter. Back in the time of my youth, gardens were huge with potato patches and truck patches planted seperately. After all our winter meals were grown and preserved to be eaten with the wild game my Dad and Old Tom Taylor, his tree hound, provided during the winter months. Nobody went to the store every day because plans were made ahead of time and the only food bought was the staples which were sugar and salt and things that couldn’t be grown. Every family was homesteaders with homegrown eggs and cows for milk, cream and butter and of course, several hogs cured and in the smokehouse. We always had five gallon lard cans filled with lard.
Can you imagine a better time to have lived than way back then? It could be said, “We lived high on the hog” and I love sharing the times of my youth with my kids. Kasey says he was born way too late and wishes things hadn’t changed in the name of progress. I wonder what we are “progressing” toward. The good news is that the time of our Lord’s return is getting nearer and so as we look forward to better times we also look back to a time we might call heaven on earth.
Until next time, happy remembrances!