Remembering my grandparents has always been a fond memory for me, as it should for every child. Over the past couple of months I have been reminded of them over and over.
It started when the girls decided they wanted to plant a garden. It brought back memories of my grandfather tending to his garden, fruit trees and bees. All of those things managed to thrive on Meridian just a stones throw from where I live now. The honey comb that sat on a saucer in the middle of the kitchen table. We would slowly smash the comb and watch the honey ooze out until we had just enough to slather on our toast. The okra my grandmother would bread and fry in the skillet until it was burnt, just how I like it. To this day I can't eat it any other way.
Problem is, no one else can make it taste that way. The "grandma" green beans as we called them, cooked in a pot all day with potatoes. I made a meal of that on many occasions. After I was married I would go visit and grandma would hand me a bag of beans already snapped and ready to go. These are the images I conjured up when the girls mentioned they wanted to have their own.
I heard the beans are ready, I don't think they will be "ready to go", but I know when I sit down to snap them, I will be thinking of my grandma.
When I brought Bessie, my new trailer, home my sister said she had some things for me. A visit to her house sent us reminiscing as we poured through boxes that have been packed away since the 80's.
Along, with the vintage linens, the apron she wore, the old tea pot and other little treasures, I am excited to drag home the glider that used to occupy the back porch. The old, heavy, extremely heavy, metal rusted glider that has made the rounds. Aunt Mae and Uncle Walter bought it in the 40's. They moved to Florida and gave it to my grandma. She then gave it to my Aunt, then when she moved she gave it to my sister, who moved and gave it to my other sister. So it's my turn! She is going to look awesome under the canopy of my trailer! Isn't it funny no one wanted to see this old rusty glider set out for the trash. It will be fun to sit and make it go back and forth like I did when my feet barley touched the ground.
Marcy called the other day to say their was a opossum hanging around. After the opossum incident last year, we need to make sure it doesn't happen again. Let's just say, if you don't know the story, Opossums and lawn mowers don't mix. Plus the next day she called to say the Opossum had made it's way inside her house and she found it in the bottom of her kitchen trash can. Good thing it was a baby. She called the city and they wanted $25.00 to come out and set the trap. So we borrowed one and took it over there. It seems to be a smart one, because even though she has tied the food down, it manages to eat and leave without getting caught. I can remember many times as a youngster, watching my grandfather carry the trap with a raccoon in it to the trunk of the car. We would then pile in the back seat as he drove, which seemed like forever, to wooded land in Brownstown. He would open the trap and bang on it and the critter would take off running into the woods. We did this numerous times because the raccoons would eat his corn so he took them far away so they would not come back. I am not sure he would have been able to plant a garden these days with the deer. So I am anticipating a trip out somewhere far away and letting that little opossum go, I will bang on the cage and watch him run to freedom. Or- I think I will have Les bang on the cage, I will sit in the car and peer out the window and fondly remember watching my grandfather do the same thing many decades earlier.
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