08-05-2005, 01:59 PM
maybe we should have a "quality day" for our kids, lock up the trunk with all thier stuff in it and tell them to go play. start it when they are young.
I bet you can remember playing army after dark with a stick for a gun (upgraded modified game of hide in seak for those of the younger years) sure beat kick the can after dark (down graded verison of socker again for those of the younger years)
I can remember the freedom the kids dont enjoy today, then we got our chores done and we got the respect of governing our own lives, we just let the folks know where we were going and when we would be back. and if our folks wanted us they would come and get us, no phones or beepers or pagers. (the closest thing to a pager was an old tire rim hanging from a tree that struck with a tire iron. You could hear that thing ring for a country mile, now you coulnt hear it across the streat with all the plain and auto traffic.
we had to go fishing at least one day a week, we had a freezer but never dreamed of sticking a fish in it or a chicken for that matter. Chicken and dumplins for dinner ment I had an extra chore for the day. and to think of them big soft dumplins floatin in a pool of chicken broth and a chunck of chicken smothered in black pepper made the chore of ringing a chickens neck and pluckin almost tolerable.
come sunday there would always be a ruckus in the hen house in july cause they knew it was going to be finger licken good day.... the Correnells' cicken was mighty fine, but nothin could beat momma's or gram's southern fryed chicken biscuts and gravey corn bread green beans boiled potatos, (if ya wanted them mashed you was given a fork) man we may have had days when there wasnt much on the table but come summer time eatin high on the hog wasnt just a sayin, we went out and butchered us a hog and smoked the whole hog. yep yep yep we did do sum mighty fine eatin... and there was always enuff cooked for an army when we had it and we apreciated it too...
I can remember gram's old farm house. I still to this day smell the coffee from the old perkulater she pluged in at 5 oclock every morning. ya only needed one small cup of her coffee and you was wired for the day... the smell alone was the alarm clock at her house. I can remember laying under the 3 inch hand sewn quilt waitin to hear sum rustling in the house in the morning so I could get up out of bead, I did not want to miss one minute of what was going on at gram's house.
breakfast at her house was the big meal of the day. lunch was left overs from breakfast, sausage bacon a slice of gravey in a biscut, no there was no biscut sandwiches at mcdonalds back then. tho' they are mighty taisty I would traid all them for one of grams biscut sandwiches for lunch, now mind ya we had to put it together, every thing was sittin on the table under a cloth from morn to noon and like you said no one got sick, no such thing as food poisining execpt botulism from a poorly cured can of sumthing.
that never happened at our house or gram's house and to tell the truth I never saw a case but it was always talked about when it came time to can beans and corn and tomatos and fish and beats. we would can up a storm almost every other week in the summer. you would think with all that cookin going on no one would want to eat a thing but man alive all that cookin just made ya hungry. besides cannin beans we would have a 3 gallon pot of beans boiling with taters and a chunck of smoked pork topped off with a table spoon or two of bacon grease. mmmm mmmmmmm good...
I could not tell you the countless hours we sat and snapped beans, I would spend hours and hours in the feild picking beans, bushels and bushels with no end in site. the following week end would be the tomatos then the corn and so on...
I can remember folks comming over to help snap beans with us, no not for money but for beans.... yep folks would work for a pile of bean back then. the story of the little red hen had real litteral meaning back then. now when a kid is fresh out of highschool he wants a job that pays 12 dollars an hour and it is
to say he needs it too, the cost of livin has gone through my roof and left a great big ole gapin hole in it....
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I bet you can remember playing army after dark with a stick for a gun (upgraded modified game of hide in seak for those of the younger years) sure beat kick the can after dark (down graded verison of socker again for those of the younger years)
I can remember the freedom the kids dont enjoy today, then we got our chores done and we got the respect of governing our own lives, we just let the folks know where we were going and when we would be back. and if our folks wanted us they would come and get us, no phones or beepers or pagers. (the closest thing to a pager was an old tire rim hanging from a tree that struck with a tire iron. You could hear that thing ring for a country mile, now you coulnt hear it across the streat with all the plain and auto traffic.
we had to go fishing at least one day a week, we had a freezer but never dreamed of sticking a fish in it or a chicken for that matter. Chicken and dumplins for dinner ment I had an extra chore for the day. and to think of them big soft dumplins floatin in a pool of chicken broth and a chunck of chicken smothered in black pepper made the chore of ringing a chickens neck and pluckin almost tolerable.
come sunday there would always be a ruckus in the hen house in july cause they knew it was going to be finger licken good day.... the Correnells' cicken was mighty fine, but nothin could beat momma's or gram's southern fryed chicken biscuts and gravey corn bread green beans boiled potatos, (if ya wanted them mashed you was given a fork) man we may have had days when there wasnt much on the table but come summer time eatin high on the hog wasnt just a sayin, we went out and butchered us a hog and smoked the whole hog. yep yep yep we did do sum mighty fine eatin... and there was always enuff cooked for an army when we had it and we apreciated it too...
I can remember gram's old farm house. I still to this day smell the coffee from the old perkulater she pluged in at 5 oclock every morning. ya only needed one small cup of her coffee and you was wired for the day... the smell alone was the alarm clock at her house. I can remember laying under the 3 inch hand sewn quilt waitin to hear sum rustling in the house in the morning so I could get up out of bead, I did not want to miss one minute of what was going on at gram's house.
breakfast at her house was the big meal of the day. lunch was left overs from breakfast, sausage bacon a slice of gravey in a biscut, no there was no biscut sandwiches at mcdonalds back then. tho' they are mighty taisty I would traid all them for one of grams biscut sandwiches for lunch, now mind ya we had to put it together, every thing was sittin on the table under a cloth from morn to noon and like you said no one got sick, no such thing as food poisining execpt botulism from a poorly cured can of sumthing.
that never happened at our house or gram's house and to tell the truth I never saw a case but it was always talked about when it came time to can beans and corn and tomatos and fish and beats. we would can up a storm almost every other week in the summer. you would think with all that cookin going on no one would want to eat a thing but man alive all that cookin just made ya hungry. besides cannin beans we would have a 3 gallon pot of beans boiling with taters and a chunck of smoked pork topped off with a table spoon or two of bacon grease. mmmm mmmmmmm good...
I could not tell you the countless hours we sat and snapped beans, I would spend hours and hours in the feild picking beans, bushels and bushels with no end in site. the following week end would be the tomatos then the corn and so on...
I can remember folks comming over to help snap beans with us, no not for money but for beans.... yep folks would work for a pile of bean back then. the story of the little red hen had real litteral meaning back then. now when a kid is fresh out of highschool he wants a job that pays 12 dollars an hour and it is
to say he needs it too, the cost of livin has gone through my roof and left a great big ole gapin hole in it....[signature]