She is going to share a story and then other bloggers can too. This week it was a story about our childhood that we were supposed to share. After reading her story about playing with her best friend and neighbor and plotting to spend the night at her house, it reminded me of all the time that Alison and I would secretly plot to spend the afternoon at each other's house after church prior to asking our moms. We would stash a bag of play clothes in our mothers' cars in preparation for the impromptu asking after church. Mom GOT SO UPSET when I would ask with Alison standing right there since she didn't think she could say no in front of her. I don't recall doing it on purpose, but maybe my subconscious did. I EVENTUALLY learned the lesson, disappointed and all...but fortunately our moms let us go most of the time and we had lots of Sunday afternoon fun!
Now on to my other story. I will always remember summers growing up in South Texas and harvest time for Uncle Ray. First we would harvest sweet corn and put it up in the freezer each year. There was lots of picking, shucking, silking, blanching, icing, cutting, bagging..you get the idea. We would always gather as a family at Granny's house for the big event. We would spend the whole day and in a good year have PLENTY of sweet corn for the year. I will never forget those days. I still LOVE Uncle Ray's sweet corn-as does 1/2 the county. He gives his friends permission to raid the field after we are done. Unfortunately this year there were no crops to harvest. It was a sad year for the farmers with NO rain to be had. The few fields that came up didn't produce. Insurance agencies are so mean that they won't even let you feed the stalks to the hungry cattle in order to get your insurance payout for no harvest. So the stalks have to be destroyed while you have to spend more money to keep cattle fed with hay. IT MAKES NO SENSE. Why can't you feed the scraps to the cattle?...it isn't like you are making money off of a crop. All it would do was alleviate a little EXTRA cost in what is already a bad year. Ok, sorry, I digressed and I will get back to the happy memories! During the summers I also loved to go help my Aunt Lorain take food to the field. We'd make sandwiches usually and go feed the hungry farmers and whoever was helping them in the fields that year. Getting to go to the grain elevator was also a big treat-it was a big summer job for the high schoolers around-and I thought it was fun to see them working. There was always a festive feeling in the air for me during harvest. I might not have been directly involved, but I loved watching Uncle Ray and his crew and helping feed them. It made me feel like I was part of it all!
Now it is your turn to share!
3 comments:
Great post!!!! It sounds like you had a busy childhood with lots of fun:) I enjoyed reading your post. It reminded me of helping my nanny pick corn and stringing beans as a child....and making jellies:) It's fun just setting and thinking back when life was so different than it is today.
I enjoyed reading your post:) I remember asking to go home with friends from church and visa versa in front of my mom. She would get so angry. Happy Thursday!!
What great memories! Weren't Sunday afternoons after Church the best spent with friends? That story brought back a lot of memories. Talking about the failed crops reminded me of how the dairy farms around here get in BIG trouble if they try to sell any excess milk that the Co-Op didn't buy, they have to pour it out and waste it instead! Isn't that crazy? It's tough being any kind of farmer.
Anyway, loved reading your memories!
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