Relatives of the past memories of a child.
As a small child I remember my Grandmother on my mothers side of the family, I was young when she passed away, but I do remember the love and warmth she brought to me.
My Grandmother on my fathers side was a grand lady she cooked and baked like no other....She was good with her hands. She made clothes, doilies and things I remember sitting and watching her as she pumped away at the old singer sewing machine. The foot pedal being pumped up and down The dinners we had, the holidays we spent there....She made cookies some my sister and I loved others had some kind of citrus rind in them, gosh we hated them...So as not to hurt her feelings we would go to her closed in porch and shred them into the flower pots...Mom saw us and we were privately scolded...This is while Grand Pa and the men were smoking and talking and the women were in the kitchen gabbing and cleaning up. Us, kids would gather and play games. Hide and Seek, Kick the Can or inside we might play some board game or just make up something to do…Sometimes we’d sneak up and listen to the stories the men were telling…
Grand Pa was an avid hunter and fisherman so the stories were abundant and quite colorful. The stories of the hunting camps of the food they prepared and the game they hunted. He had been involved in a hunting accident one year and his brother had accidentally shot his eye out. So Grand Pa had a glass eye. He always teased me asking if I wanted to hold the eye…LOL… Never did !
As I grew older Grand Pa would take me fishing and taught me how to fish with a big ole cane pole…His buddies would go with us and we’d climb into a old row boat and row out to a fishing hole…He always knew where to go. The fish were abundant. Always live bait was used. Worms, crickets, grasshoppers and sometimes raw chicken skin. We would return with buckets full of fish. I’d watch them swim around and flop and splash in the buckets of water. Back at the house, he had an old table set up specially to clean the fish. He’d skillfully and quickly clean and scale them and give them to Grand Ma to prepare or freeze…Those were fun and happy days for me…
Grand Pa’s basement was a maze of wonders, along the wall as you entered was a long tool bench covered with wrenches and saws, hammers, drills, nails and screws. The walls were adorned with wires and shelves with bottles and cans filled with treasures. There was wood stacked. Saw horses an old buck saw, pipes, cobwebs, and dust hanging from the beams over head made for an eerie scene. Lights dangled from the ceiling. This room was so full of treasures it was like being in heaven…
In another basement room Grand Ma had all her canned goods stored, there were peaches, tomatoes, sauces, pears, beans, Grape jelly and an assortment of other things canned and preserved. The colors were so different in all their varieties. All were lined up in order, dated and labeled. Ready for all to consume.
What fond memories these are. I miss these people and there will always be a place in my heart for them and there lives.
IB4U
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